Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 39 Aren’t you afraid of getting beaten for being so naughty?

Today, Lin Feng miraculously met the village chief Song Jun among the crowd.

"It smells so good."

While delivering his lunch box, Song Jun complained to Lin Feng.

"You don't know how miserable it is for me to be in the village chief's office every day and only be able to smell but not eat."

He took a deep breath of the aroma, and after finishing his meal, he stood there and discussed with Lin Feng:
"How about you bring me one?"

"I pay the money, you can take whatever you want."

A single man who can't cook and is busy with work can't afford it.

I dare not say anything else, but he says his instant noodles stock is second to none in the village, and no one dares to say he is first.

All the small shops have to give way to more capable people.

Lin Feng nodded and agreed.

Cooking for one more person or one less person makes no difference to him now.

He said, "Wait for me to go back and calculate the price. They are different from you."

Hearing this, Bai Wentao chuckled and walked past Song Jun with a tray in his hand.

They are delicacies that they obtain through their own labor, without spending any money, and the taste is just delicious.

Today's pig's trotters are sold by number of people, four pieces per person.
But at that time, people were afraid of any accidents, so they took a few more pieces as reserves, which would be of benefit to the Song army that suddenly appeared.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be enough points among these students.

There were some soybeans and soup left, but Lin Feng was not worried at all.

These students always eat them all up, leaving nothing behind.

"After you finish eating, come to my house in the afternoon and bring it to me. If it's not there, notify me in the group and I'll come and get it later."

He patted the lunch box and said.

After several days of experience, after the first round, Lin Feng no longer sat there waiting.

He just needs to leave the lunch box behind and the rest of the students will take care of it themselves.

Min Xiong's daily check-in.

After the ruddy and shiny pig's trotters full of collagen, paired with refreshing rapeseed, successfully appeared in his circle of friends,

A voice call came directly.

"Min Xiong, are you not doing your job properly for your instructor and going out to play truant?"

"Where do you get so many delicious foods every day! And you dare to post them on WeChat Moments! You are really not afraid of death."

The key is, it’s never the same!

Min Xiong listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, which was filled with grief, anger, envy and jealousy, and found it so pleasant to the ear.

He hung up the voice call and started the video call directly.

"You little bear cub, how dare you hang your grandfather..."

"Fuck!"

In the camera, what is more shocking than Min Xiong’s big face is the rice bowl that is even bigger than Min Xiong’s face.

"Let me show you if I'm in the cafeteria."

"The seniors are all here, and the teachers are here too. This is our meal now."

He said it deliberately.

"Oh, it's so delicious. The pig skin is soft and sticky, and the tendons are still tough. It's just the right balance. I can't explain it to you."

"This marinade is a little sweet, but it doesn't affect the pig's trotter at all, and it makes it more delicious."

"I'm telling you, there's juice even between the bones. You have to suck it all up, otherwise it will be wasted."

grunt.

Min Xiong heard the sound of swallowing saliva very clearly, a very loud one.

"Shut the fuck up."

The person on the other end of the phone was swallowing his saliva and wailing, "Do you know how much this pork trotter rice near our school costs? 38 per serving, and it's only two yuan!"

He originally heard that the chef who managed Minxiong's canteen had an accident.

The person is still in the hospital, and the Finance Department and the Legal Department have all been dispatched.

I came here to laugh at them and to find out some information.

As a result, not only did I not get to see the joke, I was also shown off to delicious food.

Look at the camera, that thing is on Min Xiong's chopsticks and falls off with one poke.

The pig's trotter is plump and juicy, and such a big piece must be so delicious!

Min Xiong was not panicked. The corners of his mouth widened wider and wider, as if he wanted his teeth to be exposed.

When the instructor asked who was willing to come here to farm with them, no one signed up, so the juniors had to fill in.

If I hadn’t made up for it back then, we wouldn’t be living the good life we ​​have now.

There is a reason why there is sweetness after bitterness.

"Oh, it smells so good. Have another sip of soup, how can it be so delicious?"

Snapped.

The sound of the video being hung up echoed in his ears, but who cared.

He now wants to take the bowl and add another spoonful of soybeans to mix with the rice.

He just saw Professor Li go to add more.

Yu Tianxing also went there. As he walked, he asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting beaten when you go back?"

So naughty.

Min Xiong was happy just humming a song that was out of tune.

"What are you afraid of? We may not be able to go back even during the summer vacation. If he has the guts, just come over."

With Brother Lin around and three meals a day of this quality, nothing else is a problem.

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Now Lin Feng receives more than twenty lottery opportunities from students and teachers stably every day.

Today, there is one more village chief.

It is said that spring plowing will officially begin in a few days, and several other professors will come back to preside over it, and the number of praise gift packages will increase.

However, this time Lin Feng was not in a hurry to draw the lottery.

He wanted to try to draw a hundred times in a row to see if he could get an S-level reward.

In the evening, just after dinner, the bread oven was emitting hot steam continuously.

The two dogs lay in front of him with looks of enjoyment on their faces, and they didn't even want the doghouses they had just gotten.

The doghouse in Lin Feng’s family was neither bought nor made.

But it was the extra-large coarse porcelain jar in his house.

When he was a child, his grandmother would use these round, flat or long large jars to store sauerkraut, pickled radishes, rice and so on.

In the fall, you need to prepare food for the family to survive the winter.

Coarse porcelain jars are very durable and can be passed down for thousands of years if buried in the ground as long as they are not damaged by human intervention.

Not to mention, his family has only been around for less than a hundred years since his grandfather’s generation.

Lin Feng couldn't use so many large vats by himself, so he put them in a kennel for the dog.

The space is huge, warm in winter and cool in summer, and it won’t fall down in the wind or rain.

Just put a mat bought from Liang Feng on it and it will be perfect.

It also echoes the dog's bloodline of liking to live in caves, giving it a perfect sense of security.

Anyway, Heimi fell in love with it at once and stayed inside in the afternoon and almost didn't want to come out.

Until the evening, I was attracted by the warmth of the bread oven.

The key is that it smells good.

The key to traditional European bread is its roughness.

It's nothing like those desserts that are calculated to three decimal places.

However, the cooking method is somewhat similar to theirs.

Lin Feng made 4 large European breads in three flavors.

Two original flavors, divided into two layers, are baked in the oven together.

It can be out of the oven in more than forty minutes.

Even though the bread oven entrance was blocked by thick wooden boards, the aroma of charcoal-baked dough could still be smelled.

He lay in a rocking chair, his fingers flying, wandering in the King's Canyon amusement park.

Whichever tricks are dirty, just play them.

From time to time, a strange, triumphant laugh would emanate from his mouth, echoing in the empty courtyard and the even emptier mountains.

It really adds a lot of horror atmosphere.

But the dogs didn't care at all. In other words, they adapted as quickly as possible.

Feeling the taste of dog food still in their mouths and the feeling of fullness in their stomachs, they licked the corners of their mouths.

The new owner is just a little weird, no big deal!

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(End of this chapter)