(The college entrance examination is over, I wish all students good results.) ）

Zhou Dong's song 'Egg Fried Rice' pushed the celebration party directly to the 'Gao Dynasty', if only in terms of the difficulty of the performance and the meaning of the lyrics themselves, in fact, this song is far inferior to Wu Rongrong's heavy metal rock music; if it comes to elegance and professionalism, it is even more than Gu Yanan, who cannot wear a short skirt and perform ballet in public.

The little swan of the beautiful female president made all the opposite sex on the scene look straight, this kind of dance is really suitable for beauties, Gu Yanan's beautiful swan-like neck is bent every time, like a real winged swan, so that the men want to take her into their arms.

But whether it is heavy metal rock or elegant ballet, it is difficult to connect with the catering industry, Zhou Dong's 'egg fried rice' is cheerful and lively, but it sings the voice of many diligent pedestrians, and it is logical to get the most votes.

"Master Xiao Zhou, congratulations on becoming the most popular person tonight. ”

Gu Yanan had just changed out of her ballet dress, and there was still a hint of flush on her cheeks, and she shook the red wine in her glass while asking a little playfully, "I found that you seem to be more interested in money than honor?"

Speaking of which, Gu Yanan still had some itchy teeth, when the check for the 50,000 yuan bonus was issued, this kid just looked at how many zeros were on the check, not only did he not have much interest in honor, but he didn't seem to bother to take a look at her, the beautiful president.

Although Zhou Dong is a big boy in her eyes, this feeling of being ignored is still very bad, and she has never been ignored by the opposite sex since she was a child.

"There is absolutely no money for the practicality of the certificates plastered all over the walls. ”

Zhou Dong replied lightly. His view of money is the same as that of his father, he does not bend over money but does not reject money; economic freedom allows him to set up a new house for his parents in Fengqi Mountain at will, and what can he get in exchange for the awards and pennants on the wall?

It's not the eighties of the last century anymore, in fact, even in that era, the up-and-coming 10,000 yuan households have begun to attract people's attention.

"If only you could think like that. ”

Gu Yanan smiled faintly, turned around and left slightly, leaving only the charming smell of French perfume in the air.

"Women are always so strange that they like to leave half of their words behind?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, greeted the fat man who was still ready to play a little more, and turned around and left the banquet hall.

The third death-free gold medal fragment quest has been activated, and the difficulty is far beyond Zhou Dong's expectations.

"Please get the title of 'the most intimate people's pastry chef'.

There is no time limit, and a total of 100 diners are required to sincerely thank the host, and sincerely believe that the host is the most intimate people's pastry chef in this era......"

People's pastry chef?

What a title that is marked by the times?

Zhou Dong seemed to have a familiar song ringing in his ears.

"Who does the wonderful spring belong to?, it belongs to me, it belongs to you, it belongs to our new generation in the 80s!" these are all nostalgic songs of my father's generation.

"System, are you sure you're just a program, not born to trap me?"

Zhou Dong was a little angry, this task is too difficult, right?

"Host, in today's era of rampant materialism, lack of morality, every family sweeps the snow in front of the door, and only helps the young lady cross the road, don't you think that the glorious title of 'people's pastry chef' is precious?

As the chef of the future, your food is a weapon, and your food is culture. So, let's highlight the honor of the last century, reshape the new style of the industry, return to the original heart, and start with me!"

"That's a good point, it's like listening to a presentation, but system, what exactly do I have to do to accomplish this task?"

Returning to the original intention, it sounds very lofty, and absolutely positive, but where is the entry point of this task? Zhou Dong felt very confused.

"Please feel it on your own and find ...... on your own"

"That's a good hint, shouldn't I thank you?"

"You're welcome, comrade. ”

Another answer that is very imprinted with the times.

***

A person's wisdom is sometimes poor, and if he can't think of it, don't drill the horns, this is the advice of the experts of the Chudu Psychiatric Hospital.

Look at the time, because I left early, it's not yet four o'clock in the afternoon.

Since coming to Kyushu Dingshi for an internship, I have been busy, and even become a 'Zhou Catfish' and 'Zhou Model Worker', and I haven't visited my 'spiritual mentor' for a long time.

Well, anyway, I couldn't think of how to complete this pit father's task for a while, so I just happened to visit his old man when I was free today.

Thinking of the old man's help to him at the beginning, Zhou Dong still remembers it in his heart.

This old man's surname is He, and he is still the same clan as Zhou Dong's head teacher, He Bijin, and his name is even more strange, called 'why bother asking'; Zhou Dong thought at first that this was nonsense when the old man was ill, but later he learned that this name was on his ID card.

"Why do you have to ask my name?

What grievances do you ask, what kind of life do you say? Heaven and earth are lonely passers-by, only Xiaofang is in my heart. Xiaodong, do you know, Xiaofang is a girl from our village, and I wrote a song for her......

You ask me what the name of the song is? How do I know, you don't know that Grandpa He is also mentally ill? But I still remember the lyrics, what is it...... You made me think about it, I remembered!

There was a girl in the village named Xiaofang, she was beautiful and kind, with big beautiful eyes and thick and long braids......

But that's not grandpa's real talent, country slang...... Let's talk about history, and the words show that Yingzong was taken captive by the Warats......"

Zhou Dong felt that the old man was completely different from the average mental patient, sometimes he lived better than his father, and he was very knowledgeable, he often told him about "Twenty-four History" and "Zizhi Tongjian" back then, and the comments were exquisite, Professor Yi and Teacher Yuan were just like that, such a person would be a madman?

Zhou Dong didn't stay in the mental hospital for a long time, and when he left later, he was really reluctant to let the old man go, I remember that the old man stood behind the iron window of the heavy isolation room and waved at him vigorously: "Let's go, let's go, don't come back if you leave!"

That being said, Zhou Dong is a nostalgic person, and he still comes to visit this old patient during the New Year's holidays. Every time I listen to him talk about history and life from an abnormal perspective, Zhou Dong always has a strange feeling, this old man seems to live more than those normal people outside.

I haven't seen him for two or three months, and I really miss him a little bit.

Calling a taxi, Zhou Dong jumped into the lane: "Go to the tea shed." ”

The driver suddenly snorted: "Tea shed mental hospital?"

"Where else could it be?"

"Oh, little brother, is this going to see a friend?" You can't ask if people are visiting their relatives, it sounds like a curse, and they will be beaten.

"Sort of......

Zhou Dong looked out the window, as if he had returned to that unbearable but very quiet time: "Go inside to visit an old patient." ”

"Patient?"

The driver's eldest brother suddenly panicked, there was something wrong with the oil separation, and the car jumped forward.

"Yes, a former patient, thinking of his old man, I still miss the ...... of those days"

Zhou Dong continued to reminisce about killing, and the driver's eldest brother was in a panic again, and the old driver actually got the 'car upwind', and the engine turned off at the critical moment.

***

After going through countless tribulations, the humming and chirping taxi finally arrived at the Chudu Tea Shed Anomalous Human Research Center, which is commonly known as the 'Mental Hospital'.

This is a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, few but floating world strife, the heart is far away from itself, leisurely see Nanshan, there are countless 'philosophers' haunted paradise;

Zhou Dong got out of the car and was about to touch his wallet to pay the fare, when he saw the driver's eldest brother jumping out with one foot on the accelerator, and hurriedly said: "Driver's brother, I haven't paid for the car yet!"

The answer to him was the roar of the engine, which was estimated to be a speed of 50 kilometers per hour directly in second gear.

"Hey, every time. These normal people are sometimes the most abnormal. ”

Zhou Dong shook his head, and wanted to give the driver's eldest brother the title of 'good driver for the people'.

Came to the 'split personality ward' on the third floor, and when he got off the elevator, Zhou Dong saw that the most beautiful and delicate little nurse in the ward, Aru, was lying alone on the office desk in a daze, with a pair of slender legs crossed and twisted together, and the peach-shaped little skin ~ Gu was bulging high, and there were words in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was nagging.

Zhou Dong tiptoed closer before he heard Aru sighing - 'Life is like snow, beauty is like flowers, Nong is buried today and the flower is laughing, who does he know when he buries Nong?'

It's so literary, it's just too sad.

The tea shed is to change people.

When Aru came here half a year ago as an intern, she was still a little girl who was as lively as a shrimp, and her little face was as red as a big apple when she chatted with people.

Zhou Dong estimates that Aru can become a contemporary poet if he stays like this for another half a year, and when the time comes, he can change his name to Gu Ru and write a poem, which can be called 'two generations'.

Didn't Grandpa He say that the estrangement between the tea shed people and the outside world is not the disagreement and incompatibility between patients and normal people, but more like the generation gap between two generations, like water, fire, ice and coal, unable to communicate.

What a philosopher's brilliant rhetoric, who would have thought that it would come from the mouth of an old madman?

"Hey, it's Brother Dong, are you here? Aren't you discharged from the hospital with your condition under control? I heard the doctor say that you still went to Qingxiang Technical School, why did you remember to 'go home'?"

Not long after Aru met Zhou Dong, Zhou Dong was discharged from the hospital, but this girl is familiar with herself, and she is very affectionate.

Her title, which is completely contrary to the times, makes Zhou Dong very worried, and always feels that this girl is also schizophrenic, and often fantasizes that she is the Lin Daiyu who carries a hoe to bury flowers every day.

Fortunately, Aru has a lively personality and has not yet shown obvious symptoms.

"Let's take a look at Uncle He, is his old man okay now?"

Zhou Dong smiled very brightly, strangely tight, he was the most unsociable 'outside', and most of his words were cold, but he came here, just like returning home, showing his true temperament everywhere.

"Well, it's making a fuss. Go and see him, he's on a hunger strike in his room, saying that the new chef in the cafeteria is not good, and he's always thinking about poisoning him!"

"Is this getting worse again?"

Zhou Dong was a little worried when he heard this: "Okay, you're busy with yours, I'll go see Uncle He." This old man just loves to pick his mouth, and I'm afraid he is wronging other people's new chefs. ”

"If you say you are wronged, it may not be ...... Oh, don't say it, it's time to scold me again when I turn around and be heard by the director. You can go by yourself, brother, anyway, you know it here. ”

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The weather in Chudu was as hot as early summer, and although the central air conditioning was turned on in the inpatient building, Zhou Dong was sweating slightly along the way.

Walking to the door of the 308 ward, Zhou Dong frowned.

Before the door was opened, I felt a gust of hot air coming out of the crack in the door, especially accompanied by a strange smell of sweat and sore feet.

I also heard the door singing, 'The taste of the world is plum salt, the original face is true, the octagonal is the tyrant of the ministers, and the pepper and garlic are also bullying!'

This old man is really getting mader and crazier, and he is not afraid to provoke when he closes the door and turns off the air conditioner in the summer, and he still composes poems?

Zhou Dong shook his head again and again when he heard this, pushed open the door of the ward, pinched his nose and rushed in, without looking at the old madman sitting cross-legged on the bay window, the first time was to open the window and turn on the air conditioner and exhaust, and then quickly rushed out of the door, covering his nose and waiting.

"Brother Dong, can't you bear such a little bit of heat? It seems that your heart is still not quiet enough, you have to cultivate your mind!

Otherwise, with your mentality, how can you go further in cooking?"

Why bother asking the old man with his back to Zhou Dong, sitting cross-legged on the bay window, with long hair fluttering, and his hospital gown hunting and flying, quite dusty, but his voice was ugly, muffled and hoarse, like a baritone singer suffering from a cold.

There is a bowl of noodles in front of him, and it seems that he didn't move a few chopsticks, with Zhou Dong's experience of eating noodles from various cuisines these days, he can see at a glance that this is Fushan noodles in Lu cuisine.

The characteristics of Fukuyama noodles are still very obvious: uniform bar shape, mellow and smooth, tough and soft, and the marinade is delicious.

It is divided into three types: solid, hollow, and dragon whisker. The noodles are divided into more than a dozen varieties such as large marinade, warm marinade, fried sauce, three fresh, clear soup, etc., why bother asking the bowl in front of you is a flat noodle noodle with a fried sauce.

Zhou Dong frowned unconsciously, he ate five-star, and he dealt with the master of the second-level white case, so he could find a lot of faults, not to mention the master of the tea shed canteen.

Not to mention the black and whirring sauce, there is no oily feeling that fried sauce should have, and that noodle is actually the kind of flat noodles sold in the supermarket! If it weren't for the taste of the marinade, it is estimated that Zhou Dong would not have recognized this as Fushan noodles.

"Yes, you can see that this side is wrong, it's not for people to eat! Brother Dong, am I right?"

Why bother to ask, squinting at Zhou Dong, with a look of grievance: "Look at you, look at it, they abuse our patients like this!"

"Grandpa He, this side is not very good, don't look at it. But you're not the same as you were two or three months ago, you weren't so picky about what you ate before, were you?"

Zhou Dong remembered that the old man ate the most fragrant food, a bowl of white rice and a pickled radish strip could be eaten by him, and he hadn't seen him for two or three months, how could he become a gourmet?

There is also the poem just now, what 'the best taste in the world is plum salt', Zhou Dong has also seen many people who can eat during this time, but they have never heard of this kind of words.

I used to be seriously ill, but now my condition has improved, and of course I have requirements for treatment. ”

Why bother to ask, he said with a smile: "Boy, I heard my grandfather chanting poetry just now? Aren't you a 'top student' who graduated from a kitchen school, you can say it separately, how to explain this 'the best taste in the world is plum salt'?"