"Wake up, teacher, Silly Lang has woken up. ”

"Phew, this fool has finally woken up. If you don't wake up, you're going to call a doctor. ”

"What kind of doctor is called, who is called to pay for it. If you want me to say, if this kid doesn't wake up again, he will be sent directly to the crematorium. ”

"Okay, spread out, hurry up and practice. Cut off the potatoes, and wash the potatoes quickly. ”

Finally, it was a thick-sounding male voice that interrupted the whispers of the young students around them.

"How is it, Zhao Lang. It's okay, can you hear me. ”

Looking at the big face as black as charcoal that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhao Lang still felt a little confused.

All he remembered was that he felt like he had been struck by lightning, and then he couldn't remember anything.

Well, he must be in the hospital by now.

However, isn't the hospital full of beautiful nurses and handsome doctors in white coats, what is the matter with this bald man with a black face and a shirtless body.

"You, who are you, and where am I?"

Shaking his dizzy head, Zhao Lang reluctantly asked the doubts in his heart.

"Yo, there's a kind of kid, play stupid with me, right? Who am I, I am your teacher Wang Da Hammer. Why, you have the audacity to pretend you don't know me!"

Looking at Zhao Lang's mushy appearance, the teacher named Wang Dazhui didn't know what it meant to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so he directly slapped Zhao Lang's shoulder with a big hand.

I have to say that from ancient times to the present, the existence of torture has its own reason, and existence is reasonable.

No, as a huge force spread through his shoulders throughout his body, Zhao Lang instantly seemed to be opened up to the second pulse of Ren Du, and immediately came to his senses.

I looked at the scene in front of me where a group of students in white chef suits and white chef hats stood in front of the desk and cut potatoes hotly, and then looked at a group of young students sitting on small wooden stools, looking back at themselves from time to time and continuing to clean the potatoes in the plastic pot.

Although Zhao Lang hadn't reacted to what was going on, he also understood that he was in a chef school.

It's just that Zhao Lang is strange how he can appear in such a place, even if he is not in the hospital, he should be at the scene of food reviews.

Looking at the dark bald head in front of him, Zhao Lang finally decided to use a method that was most suitable for him at the moment first-urination.

"Wang, Teacher Wang, I want to go to the toilet first, do you think it's okay. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Lang stood up.

Then he put his hand on his abdomen and twisted his body in a shy motion.

"Shhh ”

Seeing this scene in the eyes of Wang Dazhui and the surrounding students, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

The potatoes that some people were holding tightly in their hands also slipped out of their hands, and Wang Dazhui, who was closest to Zhao Lang, took a few steps back in horror.

"You, you go. Quick, come back soon. No, it's not, you don't have to rush back. If you really feel unwell, you can also go back to the dormitory to rest for a while. ”

While speaking, Wang Dazhui also rubbed the palm he had just slapped on Zhao Lang's shoulder, as if there was something unclean on it.

Zhao Lang, who saw everything in his eyes, didn't care, he just smiled and nodded.

Then, Zhao Lang winked at some of the students who were cutting potatoes who peeked over after hearing the sound.

Then he put his right hand on the hair on his ear and stroked the ends of his hair back.

With a coquettish expression on his face, he twisted his waist and left here.

"Poof, ahem. ”

"Ahhh ”

"Band-Aid, teacher, where's the Band-Aid. ”

All of a sudden, the field suddenly fell into a kind of chaos.

The "bang" sound of the neat and orderly kitchen knives colliding on the board was quickly messy.

Looking at the inexplicable and sudden mess in the field, Wang Dazhui was also helpless.

But now was obviously not the time for him to think and blame Zhao Lang, he hurriedly commanded a group of students to get a band-aid to stop the bleeding of the students who cut their hands.

The noise and chaos that suddenly sounded behind him naturally also heard in Zhao Lang's ears, and he saw the corners of his mouth rising, looking quite proud.

Although Zhao Lang still hasn't understood what happened: how could he suddenly appear in this place.

However, after being slapped by Wang Da Hammer, he immediately remembered the words of the group of students when he first woke up.

For these students, they are stupid and do not have the slightest attitude of putting his life in their eyes.

Narrow-minded, Zhao Lang, who has always been particular about revenge, naturally has to find a way to retaliate.

You know, Zhao Lang's motto is: I can be shameless and bastard with you, but you must behave me, respect and love my life.

Well, it's quite shameless indeed.

But there is no way, Zhao Lang is such a cheap person who pays attention to double standards.

However, when Zhao Lang came to the empty bathroom and washed his face.

His face suddenly turned pale, and his body began to tremble.

Because, after such a short period of time. He finally sorted out the memories in his mind, and finally understood his current situation.

Celestial Week, a planet that resembles the Earth, but belongs to another galaxy.

No one knows how many light-years the planet is from Earth, or even how many light-years away from the Milky Way galaxy is the galaxy in which the planet is located.

But to Zhao Lang's surprise, the technology and civilization on this planet have many similarities with the earth.

The same degree of scientific and technological civilization, the same Internet life, the same entertainment, sports and other cultural life.

The same geographical distribution, as well as the same innumerable ethnic groups and various characteristic cultures.

However, there are also differences.

The first is the number of countries, unlike the hundreds of countries on the planet.

There are only eight federation countries on the surface of Tianzhou Xing: Tianxia Federation, Tiansi Federation, Tianou Federation, Tianla Federation, Tiandao Federation, Tianmei Federation, Tianba Federation, and Tianfei Federation.

Of course, there are some federations that are very stable internally, while others within the federation are full of conflicts between states and even counties.

For example, the Tenla Federation, but in general it is still the same country.

In addition, like the Earth, there are countless languages on the planet.

However, there is also a common language in Tianzhouxing: Tianzhou.

According to the regulations of the eight federations, this is the language that all the residents of Tianzhou Star must master.

But in practice, many regions still value their traditional languages.

As a result, many regions only have a simple Tianzhou language, and more often they choose to use their own traditional language.

Some places also despise the Tianzhou language very much, and even take pride in not being able to speak it.

Another difference is the martial arts civilization and culinary culture.

Unlike the martial arts civilization on the earth, which develops scientific and technological civilization in an all-round way and ignores the individual, the martial arts civilization on the Tianzhou Star is also very bright.

In the view of the Tianzhou Xingren: martial arts will make people better develop scientific and technological civilization.

The reason why martial arts and cooking are juxtaposed is because the only way for the residents of Tianzhou Star to improve their martial arts cultivation is through food.

Through the chefs' meticulous cooking, they bring out the energy contained in the ingredients.

Then these energies are effectively combined according to various requirements, so as to satisfy people's appetites for different preferences at the same time, and constantly improve everyone's martial arts strength.

It is also for this reason that the status of chefs on the planet is quite high.

In a way, it's about the same as scientists on Earth.

Of course, this is limited to highly skilled chefs.

As for those chefs with average cooking skills, forget it, or be honest as a cook.

When Zhao Lang saw this, the first thing that came to mind was the alchemist in the immortal cultivation novel he had seen on the Internet.

Zhao Lang couldn't have imagined that there was such a strange planetary civilization in the vast universe.

But soon, Zhao Lang's face darkened.

Because: he doesn't know how to cook.

If you want to comment on food or something, Zhao Lang can talk endlessly for a few days and nights.

But if you let him cook by himself, it's not much different from forcing a newborn baby to take the college entrance examination.

All of a sudden, various negative emotions such as despair, remorse, and anger completely filled Zhao Lang's heart.