The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 159
If Ding Xiaojun's sliced ​​noodles were seen by any chef, he would laugh so hard that his teeth hurt. It is because Ding Xiaojun's sliced ​​noodles are not like sliced ​​noodles. It is more accurate to call it sliced ​​noodles. The noodles cut into the pot are short and thick. Thick, the longest one is only as long as a finger. As for the thickness, it is as thick as five or six millimeters, and the most important thing is that the cutting is very uneven.

After cutting the noodles, Ding Xiaojun sweated on his head: "This noodles is more tiring than a set of 400-meter obstacles." Ding Xiaojun put the lid on the pot and burned the fire down. After midnight, I sat on the sidelines and waited for Wang Yan to finish get out of class.

After waiting for 5 minutes, the lid of the pot was pushed away by the heat of the boiling noodles, and the noodle soup overflowed. Ding Xiaojun walked over quickly, opened the lid of the pot, and turned off the fire.

"Careless, careless." Ding Xiaojun stirred the noodles in the pot, covered it again, and waited in the second seat. After about 10 minutes, the students in the classroom rushed out one by one. After leaving the classroom, Wang Yan walked last, and only after all the students rushed out of the classroom did she leave the classroom with the textbooks.

Looking at Ding Xiaojun who was sitting at the entrance of the cafeteria, Wang Yan walked over quickly. Ding Xiaojun stood up, smiled and said to Wang Yan: "I have already cooked the meal, do you want to invite the children to come and eat?"

"It's already ready, what kind of rice are you cooking?" Wang Yan was curious to go into the kitchen of the cafeteria to have a look. Ding Xiaojun opened the lid of the pot, and Wang Yan looked into the pot: "Is this noodles?"

"Yes, to be precise, it's sliced ​​noodles." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he saw Wang Yan's surprised expression, and he couldn't tell whether it was surprise or accident.

"The sliced ​​noodles are quite different from the sliced ​​noodles I've seen. The sliced ​​noodles I ate when I was in college were not like this." Wang Yan was a little puzzled. The sliced ​​noodles are a northern food, and Wang Yan was also in Yun Province when she was in college. Therefore, Ding Xiaojun's knife-sliced ​​noodles were a bit unexpected. Wang Yan was thinking, maybe the knife-sliced ​​noodles in the north are like this.

"The so-called knife-cut noodles are noodles cut with a knife. I also cut them with a knife, so it is knife-cut noodles." Ding Xiaojun explained with a little embarrassment.

"Okay, don't worry about the sliced ​​noodles, invite the students to come over for dinner, it will be cold in the evening." Ding Xiaojun quickly changed the topic, so as to find a way for himself to go down.

Wang Yan turned around and looked at the group of children surrounded by swings outside, with a smile on her face: "The swings you made for them enriched their spare time after school, but it seems that not all of them are good. In the past, as long as school was over, the children would either gather around the cafeteria and wait for their meals, or they would review their homework and wait for my notification to serve meals, but now it’s all right, after class and after school, they all gather around the swing.”

"Didn't I see that the children are too monotonous after school? Find something for them to play, and it will save them from running around. How to say, this is also on the mountain, and there are many unsafe factors. It is a bit fun, and it will save them from messing around." Run." Ding Xiaojun also looked at the children who were scrambling for the swing, with a smile on his face.

"I'll ask them to come over for dinner. I think if I don't call them, they won't think about eating." Wang Yan smiled, walked out of the cafeteria, and walked towards the children beside the swing.

Wang Yan went over and said a few words, and the children ran towards the cafeteria from the swing, scrambling to squeeze into the cafeteria.Ding Xiaojun looked at the children and said quickly: "Don't worry, line up, line up, there are all, and there is enough food."

The children didn't listen to Ding Xiaojun at all. At this time, Wang Yan said: "Everyone goes to get the bowl by himself, and queues up consciously. If anyone doesn't line up, they won't be given food. Also, the seniors will take care of the younger ones." student."

After Wang Yan finished speaking, the children ran to get the bowls, and then lined up consciously. Ding Xiaojun looked at the orderly children, looked at Wang Yan, and gave a thumbs up.

Ding Xiaojun opened the lid of the pot, took a big spoon in his hand, and started cooking for the children. The child who walked in the front handed the small bowl in his hand to Ding Xiaojun, and said in a childish voice: "Uncle , give me half full, I might eat"

"Okay, I'll make you a full bowl." Ding Xiaojun said, he filled the small bowl with a spoonful of noodles, and the small bowl was full in no time. Ding Xiaojun handed the bowl of noodles back to the little girl .

At this time, Wang Yan who was standing by the side spoke again: "What are we going to say now?" Wang Yan looked at the little girl holding the rice bowl in her hand, and asked softly.

Ding girl looked at Ding Xiaojun again: "Thank you uncle!" Ding Xiaojun patted the little girl's head: "You're welcome, you go to eat quickly, be careful."

The little girl walked towards the nearest dining table with a small rice bowl, followed by a little boy who passed his own bowl over and sniffed: "Uncle, I can eat it too, fill it up for me too, it's better than Xiaohong's." It's still full." After the little boy finished speaking, he waved his sleeve and slapped his nose.

Ding Xiaojun handed back the prepared rice bowl to the little boy: "Don't always wipe your nose with your sleeves in the future, it's unhygienic." The little boy took the rice bowl: "Thank you uncle!" Next to the girl, he sat down and talked with the little girl while eating.

Seven or eight minutes later, Ding Xiaojun finally made meals for the children. At this time, Wang Yan handed over two large bowls. At the dining table, as soon as Ding Xiaojun sat down, the student next to him smiled at Ding Xiaojun, "Uncle, this meal you made is really delicious. What is the name of this meal?"

Ding Xiaojun looked at the student and said with a smile: "This is the food of the northerners. It's called knife-sliced ​​noodles. Uncle's cooking is not good. The real knife-sliced ​​noodles are even more beautiful and delicious than this. You guys, be careful." If you study, you will be able to walk out of the mountains in the future, and you will be able to eat sliced ​​noodles that are even more delicious than this, and there are many more delicious foods.”

The primary school student looked at Ding Xiaojun with longing on his face, and looked at Ding Xiaojun: "Well, I must study hard, and I will be able to eat sliced ​​noodles every day in the future."

Hearing the child's words, Ding Xiaojun couldn't help being taken aback, looked at Wang Yan, and saw Wang Yan also looking at him, a little dumbfounded, the child looked at Ding Xiaojun's expression, and couldn't help asking again: "Uncle, is it possible Am I wrong?"

The child's question made Ding Xiaojun a little embarrassed, and Ding Xiaojun put on a smile again: "No, you are right, study hard, and you will be able to eat sliced ​​noodles every day in the future." Ding Xiaojun stretched out his hand, He touched the child's head: "Hurry up and eat."

(End of this chapter)