Just when Lang Mo was scratching his head and worrying about the food for three meals a day, he suddenly remembered that the old principal seemed to have told him yesterday that the school kitchen was in the last room of the house in his row. The rice and vegetables were already there. He was ready. Originally, the old principal wanted him to go to his home for dinner, but because the farm work was too busy these days, the young daughter-in-law in the village had her lunch in the fields. He also had to be busy waiting for those busy in the rice fields. So he could only let him cook by himself. But because he was drunk last night, he had forgotten all about it. Only then did he understand why when he entered the village at noon yesterday, all he saw were brats. And the old man, that’s what happened.
I came to the door of the kitchen, opened the door, and it turned out to be the kitchen. The kitchen was full of dirty, black oil smoke, there were a lot of vegetables on the floor, and there were a few pieces of bacon hanging on the beams. Cured duck, it seems that the old principal has prepared everything. However, when he saw the cooking guy inside, he was immediately dumbfounded. The kitchen in the country is not as convenient as in the city. What about rice cookers, gas stoves, and geomagnetic pots? Everything is ready. There is a big stove, a big pot, and firewood. When he came to the stove, Lang Mo looked at the dark stove and was very curious. But there had never been any For him who has cooked before, he may not be able to cook rice with modern kitchen utensils at home, let alone the new weapons in the countryside. So the breakfast in front of him has become a quite challenging task.' But. A living person can't be choked to death by urine. I don't believe that I can't cook a breakfast!' he said to himself.
He thought about the cooking process carefully, and then started to do it. He washed the big black pot. He found some rice in the big pot in the kitchen and put it into the pot. Then he added some water. Covering the big pot, he squatted at the mouth of the stove. He lit the pine hair with a match and put it in the big stove. Then he started to put firewood in the huge stove, but the fire in the big stove was not as strong as he imagined. , the thick smoke kept pouring out, and it seemed to be extinguished. So he added some more firewood, but it still didn't work. He was a little anxious, and suddenly discovered that there was a bamboo tube about one meter long with two empty ends at the door of the stove. He He picked it up and looked at it and thought to himself: 'Could this be the fire blower that country people use when cooking? It's really interesting.'
He picked up the blowtorch, puffed up his cheeks, and worked hard to deliver oxygen into the stove. Unexpectedly, the more he blew, the thicker the smoke became, choking him with snot and tears. It was so embarrassing!
Outside the kitchen, a young girl was passing by the school gate with a load of water. Suddenly she saw thick smoke billowing in the school kitchen. She was startled and thought there was a fire. So she rushed to the kitchen with her load of water. , while shouting: "The school is on fire! The school is on fire, come here quickly!" Since it was still early, many villagers at the end of the village had not yet gone to the fields. When they heard that the school was on fire, it was okay! You can't burn the school with anything! So he quickly grabbed a washbasin, wooden bucket and other things and rushed over to the school in a chaotic manner.
Na Lang Mo couldn't bear the heavy smoke in the kitchen, so he had to rush out of the kitchen. As soon as he rushed to the door, unexpectedly, a bucket of cold water was thrown at him, and he gave him a free bath and wipe from head to toe. After wiping the cold water on his face, he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful, well-proportioned, dark-skinned girl in front of him holding a wooden barrel, looking at him blankly.
"Why did you use cold water to break me?" Lang Mo asked. He felt a little baffled, but it was hard to get angry. After all, there was a beautiful girl in front of him. The girl stammered: "The kitchen isn't... it's not on fire. Is it?" When Lang Mo heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry: "What's on fire? What are you talking about? I'm cooking!" The villagers who came one after another called for firefighting and rushed towards the school with the well water. He and the girl rushed to the school. Likewise, they were also amused by Lang Mo, who had a face like a tabby cat in front of them. After figuring out the situation, people old and young suddenly laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up straight. Everyone said how could the college students from this city be so stupid! ?An old man said: "Principal Lang, this is not your fault. You have never cooked in the countryside. Otherwise, you can come to my house for dinner. There is just no good food. I hope you don't dislike it." He said that the enthusiastic villagers all asked him to go back to their homes for dinner, and the young man was a little touched.
Lang Mo hurriedly said: "Dear uncles and aunts, thank you for your kindness. I can do it myself, really! Please come back, everyone." After he said this, the villagers were willing to disperse. But the girl who poured water on him did not. Without leaving, he came to the kitchen and told Lang Mo the details of cooking. He said that you should not put too much firewood in the stove. Too much firewood would extinguish it. When the rice was half-cooked, you had to pick it up and then put it away. Go to the steamer, a special rice steaming utensil. (The steamer is made of thick wood chips, usually about half a meter in diameter, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. A bamboo strip is placed at the bottom to form a pointed hat-shaped partition. The board can prevent the rice from sticking to the water in the pot and facilitate the entry of steam.) Then came the cooking and other tasks. He also taught her carefully before leaving. Lang Mo looked at her leaving back and sighed. He smacked his lips and said, "It's strange, why are there so many beauties everywhere in this place. I should have asked her name! Stupid, stupid!" Thinking of this, they had already gone far. He felt a little regretful and went back to the room to wash himself. Face, secretly said: "It seems that it is not easy to eat this meal, what should I do?"
He was stunned in the room for a while, and suddenly thought, isn't there another 'Xiaoyun Restaurant' in this village? It's all ready-made, why do you need to do it yourself? In addition, Alan came to see him last night, so it's okay anyway It's only right to express his gratitude. Yes, this is a good reason! Thinking of Alan, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body seemed to flow much faster. He changed into a brand new white shirt and put on a pair of dark jeans. Then he faced the little boy The mirror carefully arranged his hair. He set off.
It takes about ten minutes to walk from the end of the village to Xiaoyun Restaurant. In the countryside, no matter what happens, as long as there is news, it will spread twice as fast as the radio waves. So along the way, his ears kept listening. He saw someone saying hello to him: Principal Lang, good morning! This gave Lang Mo a sense of happiness and satisfaction in his soul. Even the big dogs and puppies in the village kept following him, shaking their heads and wagging their tails. It was really magical. Regardless of men or women, Young and old, he smiled and answered others politely.
Arriving at the door of Xiaoyun Restaurant, he strode in. He really wanted to shout, but he didn't know how to call her. Should he call her Alan or the landlady? After hesitating for a moment, he shouted: "Is there anyone there? ?" From the kitchen behind the restaurant, Alan's sweet voice came: "Who is it so early?"