Zombie University

Chapter 41: Home cooking

The zombies may not have to eat, but the students of Wusheng Class 1 still have to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple. m .. mobile network. If this battle of survival is really going to take three years and five years, then it is estimated that the content of "how do we fight this time" accounts for less than 10%, and the rest is "Where do we eat this time?" ".

Time passed quietly in a rare and serious discussion, and it was noon in a flash. The winter sun is as gentle as the eyes of a lover, and the frost and snow on the ground begins to melt silently in this gaze. But this is destined to be a soothing and long process, because the light with a light warmth is really gentle, as if every snowflake melts, it will make it unbearable, so it desperately suppresses its heat and makes this silver The pretended world will stay longer and longer.

"Should we start cooking with fire?" Li Jingyu's stomach has been called for a long time. Seeing no one started, he can only tentatively propose, and at the same time vaguely expressed his position that he does not want to eat vacuum sweet glutinous chestnut kernels and wafers. "No Do you still have snacks for lunch? "

"Still eat snacks ?!" Compared with Li Jingyu, Qiao Siqi is more free and unrestrained. What do I want to say and express my chest straightly? ! "

Monday also wanted to eat meat, but the complaint about johns cannot be the same: "You greedy the meat? So much dried squid and beef jerky has been fed to the dog's belly?"

Qiao Siqi couldn't hold it on his face, and for a long time he murmured sorrowfully: "Don't you eat it too."

On Monday, Lu even did n’t even bother to roll his eyes: "Yes, thank you for rewarding me."

Lin Dilei could not help but stood up, moved his arms and legs, and tied his head with the rubber band on his wrist: "What do you want to eat, my sister will do it for you!"

Li Jingyu: "Rice!"

Luo Geng: "Steamed buns!"

Johns: "Meat!"

Qi Yan: "I also bring some vegetables with more and more balanced nutrition."

Wang Qingyuan: "Then add another soup."

Monday law: "Is there an oven over there, in fact, the exotic style of ordering baked rice and pasta is also good."

"..." Lin Dilei lowered her head, took a few deep breaths in a row, and then raised her face again, her smile was soft, and she said very softly, "You just said too fast, I didn't remember, I can repeat it Once again? "

Wusheng 1 swallowed collectively, and at this moment, the Seven Souls reached an unprecedented understanding——

"It's enough to manage."

The first-level kitchen cooker's large pot stove is integrally formed, with a long strip shape. There are more than a dozen stove ports on each. There are giant frying pans sitting on each stove port, so large that the cooking spatula is like a shovel. Iron pan, proper cauldron dish.

There are two separate small rooms in the back kitchen on the first floor with a large space, which are arranged on both sides of the back kitchen, one is a warehouse for storing rice noodles and grains and oil, and the other is a separate gas room set at the end of the stove seven or eight meters away. Through the glass, four gas canisters can be seen. Obviously this is the fuel source for these dozen or so stoves. The size of these gas tanks is much larger than that of ordinary household liquefied gas tanks. It may seem strange at first glance, but it matches the style of a large stove and a large pot.

Everyone was worried when they ran to the cafeteria. If the cafeteria uses gas pipes that are uniformly supplied by the whole city, the heating is now stopped, and gas and natural gas are no better. Until I ran here and found out that a gas tank was used, I was temporarily relieved.

But the ensuing problems are more severe-the gas tank is of fixed capacity, and the fuel inside will be replaced if it runs out. Under the current circumstances, no one will come to replace it, and then cook and cook. What should I do? In the early stage, you may still be able to find the remaining gas tanks from the back kitchen on the second and third floors. Of course, it will be a headache to compete with class 2 students, but even if you get it, it will always be a day. What about then? It is unrealistic to get an eternal flame like the Olympic flame. The combustible things that can be found in the entire canteen can be counted with just one hand, the panel, the rolling pin, over. The rest are all non-combustible pots and pans and the metal table with plastic stools outside.

Since it is temporarily unsolvable, look at it.

Lin Dilei walked into the gas room, looked around the gas tanks carefully, and finally patted one by one, coaxing the child like: "I hope you can stick to it for a few more days."

As the only fruit in the man ’s kitchen that survived, Zhou Lu naturally had to help fight, so he also followed up in the gas room. Seeing Lin Dilei making a wish to the gas tank, he stepped forward and hugged the tank, shaking it hard twice.

The liquid in the tank made a burst of sound with the rhythm of Monday's law shaking.

Few items. On Monday, the last jar was re-stabilized, and the results of the appraisal were announced: "There are two remaining about half, and the other two are left less, at most one third."

Lin Dilei has never used a gas tank, and the family has been using the city ’s gas supply pipeline. When he came to the university to cook, he also used electricity, so he asked for advice: "How long can I use it?"

"The jar I used before, if I remember correctly, it should be 15 kilograms." On Monday, Lujia no longer uses gas tanks in recent years. He can only use his vague impression to remember, "Do it normally It ’s just a month and a half for the meal. ”He said that he carefully looked at the bottle in front of him, and it said 50kg on it. Roughly calculated, there was a count on Monday ’s heart,“ Now there is 0.5 * 20.33 * 2 left. 1.66 big cans, big cans are 3.33 times smaller than cans, 1.16 * 3.33 * 1.5 which is 8 ... It ’s not calculated carefully after the decimal point, it is eight months. "

"Eight months? Are you sure?"

"Theoretically." Zhou Lu didn't dare to say that he was too dead. In case the classmates ran for one year to prepare, the result was just four months. Puff, the stove fire was extinguished. It is estimated that the fire of his life will die together. Too.

Even theories are exciting enough. Lin Dilei almost hummed Xiaoqu and ignited the stove fire under the guidance of Monday Law ...

Boom!

The moment a huge flame ignited, if Lin Dilei did not hide fast, the hair that had slipped down on her forehead could be lost.

"You, is your fire so fierce ..."

"Uh……"

"Give you another chance."

"It must be no problem to stick to this burning rate for two months!"

"Did anyone tell you that when a woman is angry, selling cuteness equals suicide?"

"..."

Different canteens are different from homes. They are specially designed. The vigorous firepower is simply outrageous. On Monday, the hydraulic valve was debugged in the gas room for half a day, and they all ended in failure. The tune is too small, the fire is extinguished directly, and finally the fire is stabilized. The flame is almost the same as the cooking flame at home. Without waiting for happiness, I found that this kind of fire is not enough for the big pot stove. The dishes are put in the pot. It's not hot for half a day. If you insist on using such a small fire, the amount of gas used per unit time will drop, but when the dishes are cooked, the total time of gas use will be lengthened, and the result is still so large.

If you have to choose between a fast fire and a slow fire, on Monday, Lu would rather save time to have a happy one-thinking about it, he will not be entangled and decisively start the fire.

This made Lin Dilei suffer.

The dish was so frantically frying, she missed the small stove on the second floor throughout the process, because she could cook the bean sprout soup calmly, and here she had to fry it four times faster, otherwise the dish would be mushy .

Here, Lin Dilei is shoveling the shovel hotly. On the other hand, Monday is more competitive with the rice steamer. After a long time of research, he reluctantly sent the steamed rice iron pan covered with rice and water, holding the heart of the trial, wipe After sweating on the forehead, press the button to start.

Six little friends watched the whole process in the distance

Qiao Siqi: "They look more nervous than when they beat zombies ..."

Li Jingyu: "It's too much work."

Luo Geng: "And sweating, they are sweating in such a cold day."

Qiao Siqi: "You said this as if they were doing something inhuman."

Wang Qingyuan: "Only you think so!"

Song Fei and Qi Yan: "Uh ..."

"I'm sorry, I'm too uncommon." The only classmate Wang who didn't get a driver's license decided to go quietly beside him.

Rice with raw rice, stir-fried to melted cabbage at the entrance, but fortunately, there are plenty of meat slices, which saved this disaster-like lunch. Wu Sheng's class 1 also can't care about whether eight people eat a dish is too pitiful. Anyway, the dish has a large pot, so the long-lost taste of home cooking swallowed all of it.

In the beginning, some people took the time to say a few words, murmured with their cheeks, commented on meals, or chatted casually. But later, no one said anything.

A certain kind of emotion recovers with the warming of the stomach.

In the past, no one would think such an ordinary meal was curious, but after eating dozens of instant noodles and eight-treasure porridge snacks, after experiencing all kinds of thrills and hardships, sit down and eat such a meal again, it would be difficult to calm down— —The most intimate things in the world are those things that you never care about, but are very familiar with them, such as the plants and trees in your hometown, the instructions of your parents, and the fireworks from the stovetop of your home.

A tear fell into the meal. Lin Dilei held the bowl and lowered her head, trying to wink her eyes, holding back all that would come out later.

No one found.

Because the male classmates are not so good, the homesick homesick and the moms homesick should be missed.

Song Fei sucked his nose, finished the last bite, and felt that the atmosphere was a little depressed. He looked around and suddenly he moved, quietly got up.

"What are you doing with a shovel?" Joskey, who hadn't finished eating, noticed with a sharp eye that Song Fei went to another large empty pot and took out the cooking shovel.

"It's okay, you eat yours." Song Fei perfunctoryly walked towards the window.

Qiao Siqi shrugged, ignored him, and continued to bury his head to eat.

Other friends also glanced at Song Fei, but in view of the fact that the latter habitually does not take the usual path, so his comrades follow him.

Except Qi Yan.

As soon as Song Fei looked for the shovel, Qi Yan knew what he was going to do, so he was vigilant from beginning to end.

Song Fei didn't know it, and when he knew that there were no zombies outside, he quietly opened the window, extended it with a large spatula that was almost the same as the shovel, and gently shoveled from the unmelted ground. Snow is not thin or thick. Finally, carefully retracted the shovel and laid it flat on the ground, closed the window, squatted down to gather the snow on the shovel together, and covered a small snow mass in the palm of my hand.

Everything is ready, only bad luck.

With a bad smile from the thief, Song Fei turned around and just wanted to go back, squinting at the danger of Shang Qiyan.

Song Fei 囧, quickly made a "shhh, keep quiet" gesture.

Qi Yan's eyes flashed suspiciously, but he didn't say anything.

Song Fei crept to the back of Wang Qingyuan who was still eating. His index finger hooked the neck of his neck, and the snow ball in the other hand was sent into his neck with a thunderous speed.

Wait for Wang Qingyuan to react incorrectly, the cold snow mass had already rolled into the depths of his clothes, and everywhere he went, there was a sour ice.

Wang Qingyuan actually couldn't hold back, but the person jumped up at once, glanced at Song Fei's expression and the shovel under the window to understand what was going on, and walked over the window to shovel snow without saying anything!

After half a minute, Wang Qingyuan ’s snow mass was flexibly avoided by Song Fei, and finally hit the face of Qiao Siqi behind him.

Qiao Siqi how to eat dumb losses, immediately join the battle.

So, within a few minutes, the entire Wusheng Class 1 entered the snowball fight mode. Although he did not dare to call out too arrogantly, everyone's face was filled with long-lost happiness.

——Except for Qi Yan.

As the first person to discover Song Fei ’s attempt, Qi Yan ’s emotional ups and downs process is very complicated. At first he was proud, look, I saw you through. Later it was a threat, would you dare to throw me to try? Then judging from the frankness on the other person's face, people's original goal was not him. In the end, it was Lin Wang who he couldn't like until now.

I am so affectionate, it is really a painful thing.

The corner of the back kitchen, tired of the temporary truce of Qiao Siqi and Monday Lu two classmates, and found the unusual quietness of distant comrades——

Qiao Siqi: "What is he thinking about sitting there again?"

Monday law: "I don't know."

Qiao Siqi: "It looks very troublesome."

Monday Law: "Thinking too much, always thinking too much."

Qiao Siqi: "If you like someone like Song Fei, can you still be silly and continue to be silly?"

Monday Law: "This depends on how to say ..."

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao called over there—

"Qi Yan, why are you sitting still like an old man? Come on, be happy. Anyway, Monday said, we can at least stay here for a month!"

The two took back their eyes and continued—

Qiao Siqi: "How to say?"

Monday Law: "I found out on the first day I fell in love."

Korean style back kitchen on the second floor, six heads grilled in the window.