After being stranded on a deserted island, they all plotted against me

This face-saving job can only be done by two maids who have the habit of getting up early.

In response, Xiang Wanying and Gu Xixi also said that they would definitely wake people up...　

Looking at the several pairs of stockings in the pit, especially the pair of white over-the-knee stockings.

Zhang Liu suddenly remembered the first time he came here.

At that time, it was to help protect myself from mosquitoes.

Qin Ruoyan and Qin Ruoshuang took off their stockings and gave them as equipment.

Later, I wondered if I should smell it...

Just as he was looking at the socks in the pit and smiling foolishly.

Zhou Fang has already walked over.

Holding a simple torch.

She was speechless for a moment when she saw the expression on Zhang Liu's face.

At this moment, even Zhou Fang, the very active head teacher.

I also find it hard to understand why the other person would be so happy looking at the stockings.

After all, if you really have a need for this, you can find yourself or another girl to watch it alone...

What’s the point of looking at stockings like this?

"Hmm? Teacher Zhou?"

Zhang Liu noticed the light from the torch out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look.

Then he realized that something was wrong with his condition.

Clearing his throat, Zhang Liu quickly explained: "I just remembered the scene when I first came here..."

At this point, he opened his mouth awkwardly.

The whole thing was really troublesome, and Zhang Liu was completely unable to explain it in a few words.

But if he wants to clear up the misunderstanding, he must explain it clearly in a few words...

"So that's it."

Although it was impossible to understand from Zhang Liu's explanation why the other party was grinning at the clothes in the pit.

But Zhou Fang didn't care about this.

He nodded slightly and agreed, which was considered as giving a way out.

Then she looked towards the shelter where the bonfire was burning, and said with a smile: "If you don't go over there, Anya will have to eat the pig's tail first."

"what?"

Looking at Zhou Fang's smiling face in front of him, Zhang Liu was stunned for a moment.

Then he realized that the other party was urging him and hurried to the shelter to start preparing the final dinner.

That is to say, it was to make a birthday present for Zhou Fang, who still knew nothing about the details.

A fried egg that is considered a luxury on a desert island!

I understand what Zhang Liu is here for.

So when he arrived, everyone, including Anya, stopped what they were doing and started to look expectant.

As the crowd watched, Zhang Liu skillfully lit a fire under the triangular pot stand that had been prepared nearby, and then fixed the small alloy firmly on it.

In this way, the second wok is done.

Then he put all the lard blocks that he had carefully collected when processing the little wild boar into the alloy pot and started to boil them.

The flames slowly licked the bottom of the alloy pot.

The originally slightly yellow wild boar lard began to make a sizzling sound.

When Zhou Fang simply washed Zhang Liu's clothes and walked to the shelter.

A smell that was not pleasant but could stimulate one's appetite began to spread gradually.

Knowing that this was the process of making lard, she and other girls gathered around Zhang Liu to watch.

After the lard cubes have been sizzling for about two or three minutes, they begin to slowly brown and shrink.

Another five or six minutes passed, as Zhang Liu continued to press and stir with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand, the lard that originally filled half of the alloy pot was now only a shallow bottom of the pot.

Instead, one-third of the pot of clear lard is used.

Want to make delicious fried eggs?

Then you must have more oil!

This is a skill Zhang Liu has developed in his daily life with girls.

After all, fried eggs that cost five dollars outside only cost two dollars at most to make at home.

Not to mention the price of snail noodles...

He had already prepared a mixture of chicken and bird eggs.

Salt and seasoning have also been taken care of.

What Zhang Liu needed to do at this moment was to quickly stir the egg liquid that had already settled slightly with chopsticks.

Then pour it all into the pot of lard.

With a sizzling sound, the egg liquid and high-temperature lard react violently.

The fragrance that followed made everyone unable to take their eyes away.

About tens of seconds.

The whole fried egg has already begun to take shape under the influence of his chopsticks. If it were to be scooped out now, it would be a typical runny egg.

To ensure food safety and avoid embarrassing situations.

Zhang Liu didn't dare take out Tang Xin's fried eggs, which were theoretically edible.

Instead, he continued to flip it over with bamboo chopsticks and started frying it again.

“It would be nice if you could add some minced meat.”

Just as he was secretly proud of the birthday gift he prepared for Zhou Fang.

Suddenly, Song Shuyao's soft sigh was heard from the side.

Zhang Liu was stunned for a moment, and found that he seemed to have overlooked this point.

There was clearly a large plate of meat next to it.

Maybe it’s because I’m used to living in poverty, so I’ve never thought about doing anything else besides making super delicious fried eggs…

But at this moment the fried eggs are already done.

So he had no choice but to pick it up.

Then, still dripping with oil, it was placed on three overlapping banana leaves.

Currently there is no plate that can directly hold such a large piece of fried egg...

"Sister Wanying, please, I still need to continue frying the tenderloin."

The task of giving Zhou Fang a birthday present was entrusted to Xiang Wanying, who was always ready to give it to Zhou Fang.

Then Zhang Liu reached out and picked up the plate of tenderloin next to him.

He was going to use the lard from frying the eggs to make stir-fried pork tenderloin with ground cloves.

"it is good!"

As Zhou Fang waited to share, Xiang Wanying placed a large piece of golden fried egg in front of her.

Looking at the stunned expression on his godmother's face.

She smiled and said, "Happy birthday, godmother."

"what……"

Zhou Fang, who was just waiting for fried eggs to eat, never expected that she would suddenly receive a happy birthday message.

The look of astonishment on her face did not disappear, and she looked at the boy next to her who was concentrating on frying pork tenderloin.

Zhang Liu noticed Zhou Fang's gaze out of the corner of his eye.

He used bamboo chopsticks to stir the tenderloin in the alloy pot to make it more evenly mixed with the ground purple orchid, and explained with a smile: "Teacher Zhou, today is March 4th, so... Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday to you……"

"Happy birthday, Teacher Zhou..."

"Happy birthday, godmother..."

"Everyone start singing... Happy Birthday to you..."

After Zhang Liu spoke, the girls also congratulated him and, led by Xiang Lingying, began to sing the birthday song, clapping as rhythm.

“Is today March 4th?”

"My birthday?"

With the uniform birthday song playing in the background, I stared blankly at the plate of fried eggs in front of me, which made my appetite whetted and I couldn't wait to take a bite.

Zhou Fang felt a little incoherent for a moment.

Chapter 28: Being teased by mother and daughter together (August monthly ticket plus chapter 5)

When Zhou Fang was confused and lost.

The girls, led by Xiang Wanying and Gu Xixi, clapped and sang while looking at the expression on the teacher's face with a smile.

The so-called surprise.

A surprise isn't just about making the person receiving it happy.

Look at the happy expression on the person who received the surprise.

It’s also a happy thing.

Because this word is the product of accumulated goodwill.

Knowing that she couldn't help but explain, Song Shuyao stopped singing, walked over to the visitor and replied, "Yes! Today is your birthday, Teacher Zhou!"

In order to increase the credibility of her words, she walked to her book basket, took out Zhang Liu's notebook that she had secretly kept and opened it.

Turning to the page that recorded her birthday, Song Shuyao held the notebook in front of Zhou Fang and said, "Teacher Zhou, look, it doesn't say that today is your birthday..."

"Um……"

Looking at this, Zhou Fang covered her mouth with her hands.

She was now deeply moved and wanted to cry.

But as a team leader.

However, Zhou Fang was embarrassed to cry in front of students other than Zhang Liu, so she could only cover her mouth to control her emotions.

While everyone was singing Happy Birthday.

Zhang Liu also prepared the ultra-thinly cut pork tenderloin stir-fried with ground cloves.

Because there is still a lot of lard and lard residue left in this dish.

So he simply took the entire alloy pot off the pot stand and placed it directly on the empty banana leaf.

The temperature of the scorching alloy pot is not comparable to that of frying eggs. The metal surface immediately burned the banana leaves underneath, causing them to sizzle and even emit steam.

The birthday song, which was not very long to begin with, also slowly died down.

Until now.

The pig-killing dinner and birthday gifts for everyone have been prepared and we are just waiting to eat.

But for now.