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

Chapter 53 My throat is sore from coughing and no one cares about me?

Professor Li in the laboratory saw that his two colleagues and good friends finally came back.

I couldn't help but reveal a look of joy.

"You two finally came back and left the students to me alone. Aren't you afraid that I will teach them bad things?"

Professor Li stepped forward and gave each of them a warm hug.

"We don't know you yet?"

Professor Xue laughed and thanked you for your hard work while saying:

"I may not trust anyone I entrust it to, but I can trust you a million times."

"By the way, when I came back this time, I also stole some newly researched seeds from other laboratories."

"Let's plant some to see what the traits are and whether they are worth studying."

While chatting, Professor Lu took out several well-packaged small boxes from the box.

Take care of yourself and be extra careful.

After a short break, Professor Xue asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Oh, you're talking about this?"

Professor Li glanced outside and said with a smile:
"If only you two had been so lucky, you would have chosen today to come back."

"Xiao Lin on the mountain dug an artificial lake and set up a banquet in the village today. Let's go and eat later."

After saying that, he stretched his head and looked outside again.

In the frying pan, one after another, big carps were fried until their bodies were golden and their ends were raised.

It was scooped up neatly and placed on a plate.

"Beautiful." Professor Li exclaimed.

Professor Lu felt that the name Lin Feng sounded familiar. After thinking for a while, he asked uncertainly:

"Is that the cook you mentioned, the one you found in the village?"

They hated the chef in front of them as much as they could.

Professor Li can do this without having to spend any effort or argue with others.

If we could recruit suitable people directly from the village, they would be willing to do so.

Most villagers are honest and don't have that many interests involved.

Good is good, bad is bad.

They don't like these messy chores and prefer to communicate with such people.

"Yeah."

Professor Li nodded, "Xiao Lin's cooking skills are amazing, I tell you!"

"I don't know about other things, but when it comes to big pot meals, none of the old restaurants in the city can compare to them."

Professor Xue wanted to retort that even the chefs in other restaurants might not be able to cook meals from a big pot, but he didn't say it in the end.

Anyway, if Mr. Li can praise it, then the craftsmanship must be quite amazing.

We have worked together for decades, who doesn’t know each other?
The fragrance outside the window is getting stronger and stronger.

Lunch time is getting closer.

Some students who are good at working have already returned from the fields.

As soon as they cleaned themselves, they couldn't wait to squat in a row against the wall and watch Lin Feng cook attentively.

They are neat and tidy, like big radishes grown by hand with strings.

According to them, every time they see Brother Lin cooking, it is an extraordinary enjoyment.

It seems ordinary, but it actually contains mysteries.

In this regard, Lin Feng just wanted to say: How come he doesn’t know it?
Just then, the village chief Song Jun knocked on the door of Professor Li's laboratory.

"Please come in."

Professor Li, who was chatting enthusiastically with an old friend, was stunned for a moment and spoke directly.

Who can come to him at this time?
He was filled with doubts.

"Professor Li, it's me, Song Jun."

Song Jun pushed the door open and walked in. He was also surprised to see Professor Xue and Professor Lu, and then he greeted them together.

Now that these two are back, can his proposal be carried out?

Song Jun stood straight, just like when he was facing the professor in school, and he was almost raising his hand to ask questions.

He said, “Professor, this is it.”

"The weather has been good these days, and the villagers are wondering if they can start spring ploughing a few days earlier."

Today, the temperature has dropped a bit, and the sun is not very strong. But two days ago, the daytime temperature in their area was close to 20 degrees.

Working in the fields at noon, you can easily sweat if you are not careful.

Everyone wants to ask if it is possible to start earlier, a few days earlier so that everyone can stagger their schedules and it will be easier to rent agricultural machinery.

Besides, some people in the village said that someone in another village had already planted it and it seemed to be growing well.

Their village, ever since the professor from his alma mater came.

Basically every year when I farm, I will listen to the opinions of experts. It is always better to avoid detours.

Farming doesn’t make much money to begin with, so the less loss the better.

Professor Xue and Professor Lu just came back. They have not personally experienced the temperature and climate here in the past few days, so they cannot give an answer for the time being.

Professor Li looked through some information and said, "Don't worry. There will be another cold front coming tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"The specific situation is unknown, but I don't think it's good. Let's wait for a while."

"We've waited so long, there's no need to rush for two days. Once the seeds are planted, it will be difficult to replant them if something unexpected happens."

Song Jun nodded, that's true.

"Moreover, even if nothing unexpected happens, if we continue to farm with the help of the spring rain, we will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort, right?" Professor Li continued.

"Yes, yes, yes." Song Jun nodded.

With Professor Li's words, he knew how to respond to his fellow villagers.

Today was probably the day when most of the villagers were present, so he planned to tell everyone about this matter before serving the dishes.

It also saves him and the village cadres from having to notify every household and avoid missing out if someone happens to be away from home.

By the time the old professor and the village chief came downstairs, the yard in front of the service station was almost full of people.

It is expected that eight tables will not be fully occupied, so Lin Feng prepared nine tables.

Even if there was some leftovers, he believed the students wouldn't mind having another meal.

Who knows, fortunately a ninth table was prepared.

Otherwise, the old professor and the village chief would probably have no place to sit.

The students and fellow villagers sat at the table in agony, all looking towards Lin Feng.

I have to look at it. There are still two dishes that haven't been served. I haven't been given chopsticks or bowls...

They claim to be civilized people, but they are difficult to catch.

I could only try to prevent my saliva from flowing out and making people laugh at me, while trying my best to urge him with my eyes.

It’s okay to have two less dishes, really.

Give them the chopsticks quickly.

Wait a minute, I really can't hold back my saliva.

Look at the shiny big pork elbow on the table, look at the big carp with its head and tail raised high and covered in gold and red, and the sour and pungent sweet and sour pork. Is it really a human thing to let you look at it but not eat it?
Song Jun took advantage of this opportunity to clear his throat, trying to attract everyone's attention.

No one cares about him.

"Cough cough."

He raised the volume, but still no one paid any attention to him.

"Cough cough."

His throat was sore from coughing, but no one paid any attention to him.

Song Jun was totally at a loss, and he almost wanted to go back to his office to get a loudspeaker.

In the end, he was really afraid that the meal would start right after he left, so he could only use the loudest volume.

"Let me tell you about spring ploughing!"

"The professors said we should wait for two days until the cold wave is over. Do you understand?"

After just a few words, he was so tired that he shouted all over and his throat was a little sore.

"I know, I know."

The villagers don't have time to pay attention to him.

Only a few people whose consciences had not been clouded by the delicious food stretched out their hands perfunctorily to show that they had heard it.

It made the Song army angry.

Well, now they are rushing to his office to ask.

Can spring ploughing start? When is the time to start?!
I am really impressed by them!

But this dish is so damn delicious!

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(End of this chapter)