Xiangchuan, who was squatting next to the container, watching wild vegetables and thinking about life, was a little surprised when she saw a few guests coming over. She originally thought they would stay for dinner... The identities of the guests had been made clear at the meeting last night.
These students from other classes had no idea, but the fact that they left in such a hurry made her, the person in charge of the meal, a little embarrassed.
Well...at least don't go back empty-handed!
So he took a medium-sized lunch box with apples spread out from the side, handed it to the girl walking in the front without any explanation, and said: "These were just picked in the morning, and washed with filtered water. Several people on the way
Take it to satisfy your craving."
For a moment, Xiangchuan felt like a 21st century housewife who forced souvenirs on the guests who came to visit during the holidays.
How could the young and young people of modern times be able to evade the old fritters of the 21st century? In the end, they had no choice but to walk slowly outside the Class 8 camp with a lunch box in their hands.
After the lunch break, the patrol team and the left-behind team began to be busy again, and everyone in the Tongue Club was divided into two groups to assist in the work.
But Xiangchuan chose to fish. She was holding a fruit milk bottle, chewing on a straw, and sitting in front of the tent as if she was relaxing her mind. The squad leader who was passing by couldn't help but feel funny when he saw her like this, so he went over to chat with her. "So is it settled?" Xiangchuan asked, biting the straw, habitually using the attitude he used when he was working as a team leader in an office in his previous life, shocking the monitor for a moment.
"Is it done?" The class monitor coughed lightly and adjusted his mentality. Otherwise, he would have almost subconsciously answered him as if he were facing the homeroom teacher, standing up straight and standing in a military posture. Fortunately, Xiangchuan only showed his face at that moment.
Feeling a little bit more pressure, I turned my head, biting my straw, and looked at the center of the camp, then returned to my usual idle state. If it weren't for the lingering nervousness, the squad leader would have thought that moment just now was an illusion.
Sure enough, everyone in our class is a person who cannot be judged by appearance. The monitor commented silently in his heart.
"Monitor, you are fooling Xiangchuan again." Qiu Manman walked over angrily, holding the freshly washed large lunch boxes in his hand, stacking them on the container while scolding his squad leader: "I just heard the guest clearly
They said they would have to go back and discuss before giving us an answer. How can this be considered successful?"
"Hmm...actually it's done?" Xiangchuan went through the content of last night's meeting and the current general situation in his mind, and made a somewhat unconfident judgment on his face, but he nodded silently in his heart.<
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"Ah?" Qiu Manman and Liang Gong, who was helping next to him, looked at each other: Why do you say that? The guests - the cadres of each class who come from the central region to have dinner as guests. Logically speaking, they should not have the contact information of the members of Class 8.
(The external communication function of the terminal is limited during the exchange competition). In this case, the other party replies that he will consider it, which is basically the same as rejection. Where does the consent start?
"When I went to get them fruits just now, I found that some of my lunch boxes were missing." Xiangchuan bit his straw and looked sideways at the innocent-looking Lu Daiqing, "Squad leader, do you have any clues?"
"Ah, come to think of it, I heard from other left-behind groups that the number of chickens was a few fewer than in the morning... Squad leader, is it possible?" Qiu Manman and Liang Gong also looked at him.
"Only when you have truly tasted it can you be more authentic." The class monitor put his hands on his hips and smiled, "And you don't have to worry about eating secretly. I watched Aino and Nancy and gave them enough portions to fill them up, and there was also Kagawa.
As for the fruits given by classmates, we can ensure that those things can reach the hands of each class monitor or other class cadres."
"The most important thing is that these things can prove that we are not hostile to them and do not intend to compete for the first place. This can ensure that we can be safe in the next two days and avoid being locked in a prisoner tent and eating compressed food.
Danger." After Fu Chengkai arranged his work, he also came over to join the conversation. This plan was agreed upon by him and Lu Daiqing. Ainuo, Ouyang Yating and Nancy added some details last night, but the general direction remained unchanged. "The only uncertain factor is our two prisoner tents." The squad leader sighed and looked towards the river. "It's a pity that I didn't apply for a camouflage device when applying for supplies. Otherwise, part of the people in the tents would have been hidden, which would have probably killed them on the spot.
It can be done."
As he spoke, he looked at Kagawa with regret, as if to say that if he could have applied for supplies later, he might have saved a lot of effort.
Xiangchuan gave him a blank look: Come on, if there were no ready-made delicacies made from these condiments and ingredients, the foodies in the class would probably be unwilling to move until now. Where can I catch fish and kill chickens for you to make a feast?
Entertain guests from other classes?
The squad leader naturally understood this truth, so he honestly accepted Kagawa's eye roll and pretended that nothing had happened. He bent down and picked up an apple from Kagawa's afternoon tea lunch box, took a bite, and the freshness of chewing the pulp made him feel happy.
He couldn't help but open his eyes wide. The sweet and sour taste of the apples made his tongue, which had experienced a lot of meat and fish in the past few days, feel a little refreshed for a long time. He raised his head and said, "Xiangchuan-san, this..."
"One is enough, don't overdo it. Our apples will be almost used when entertaining guests." Xiangchuan quickly hugged his lunch box, "I have already told the patrol team to find some fruits and wait for them in the afternoon.
You will have something to eat when you come back."
Just eat what you can. Hearing this, the squad leader put on his signature smile again and went back to the tent with an apple. How Xiangchuan, Qiu Manman and others started to share the afternoon tea meal was none of his business.
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Just when most people in Class 8 have forgotten about the noon visitors, or are busy processing ingredients or enjoying afternoon tea, the four classes in the central area are not so leisurely.
After several "guests" were escorted by the eight-class patrol team back to the border between the central area and the northern area, they were immediately taken back to their respective classes by the four-class patrol teams who stared at each other all morning. p>
The four classes were wary of each other, evacuating while cleaning up the traces they left in the forest. They did not relax until they returned to their respective classes' campsites. Then they were surrounded by classmates from their respective classes asking questions.
Most of them still stare at the lunch boxes in their hands.
——Class 8! The president who founded the ancient gourmet society belongs to Class 8!
——Is there something to eat in there? Could it be something from the container that the president brought with him!
——I really want to try it!
A small number of people who have tasted the Tongue Club big buns are even more anxious. They have no choice but to eat compressed food in such an environment surrounded by trees. The fragrant meat and cabbage buns have become the biggest thing in their hearts.
I feel so resentful. Now that I see the same lunch box as Kagawa’s luggage, it’s hard not to go crazy.
After opening the lunch box, there were fragrant roasted chicken, grilled fish and thin-skinned and stuffed wild vegetable buns. At this time, even the students who had never tasted the food of Tongue Society were salivating, let alone those who had tasted it. If not for each class
The class monitor hurriedly intervened, fearing that surrounding this small lunch box would cause a class riot and frighten several class cadres who were guests of Class 8.
Is this one of the strategies of Class 8? It’s so terrifying! The cadres of the four classes scattered throughout the central area all sighed the same way.
At the same time, the agreement drafted by the eighth class monitor was also handed into the hands of each class monitor. Looking at the agreement, the four squad leaders fell into silence...