Guan Xiaojun is a young man, although he is young at this time, he has the smell of an adult, calm and capable, and looks like he is holding a pearl of wisdom, which is very bluffing.

When people who don't know see him at first sight, no one will treat him as a child, Guan Shanhu is more than four years older than him, but when the two stand together, he is significantly older than Guan Shanhu.

Once, during a mountain meeting, a woman in her forties called him big brother, and this guy has such a strong big brother smell.

This kind of problem of raising age because of height combined with temperament is simply unsolvable, although Guan Xiaojun doesn't care much, but he is always misunderstood by others, and he sometimes feels uncomfortable.

Now that the teacher watching the team directly regarded him as a person from outside the school, and even had the posture of driving him away, Guan Xiaojun's face suddenly darkened, and he didn't speak very politely, and he didn't even bother to explain that he was originally a student at school.

He was in a very bad mood right now.

When the teacher watching the team saw him so horizontal, his face sank, "What's the matter with you? What kind of trouble are you making here?

Guan Xiaojun didn't bother to talk nonsense with this person, bent down and picked up a small brick from the ground, held it in his palm and squeezed it suddenly, the brick burst out with a bang, and the red debris slowly poured down from Guan Xiaojun's palm like sand.

The scene suddenly fell silent, and the male teacher opposite was startled, and his face changed color, "Will ...... This is a school, if you dare to mess around, the police station is nearby, no matter how good you are, you can still avoid the gun?"

Although he said this, his body was slowly retreating, and at this time, another student cut in line, the teacher was furious, and kicked the student in line for a while, "If you dare to cut the line again, I will pick your skin!"

At this time, a teacher with a disabled leg walked over and walked over to dissuade the kicking teacher, "Teacher Jiao, Teacher Jiao, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, just hit it twice, don't be heavy-handed!

Teacher Jiao snorted, glanced at Guan Xiaojun slightly, and said loudly: "I am the most annoying person who does not follow the rules, such a person should be beaten!"

Guan Xiaojun shook his head and smiled, no longer paying attention to the teacher, and slowly stepped forward with the team.

Walk to the door of the room, you can see the two cauldrons in the room, these two cauldrons are almost the same size as the bath in the bathhouse, if people jump down, it is estimated that they can lose their chests, at this time the two cauldrons are smoky, the white paste-like noodle soup is bubbling and bubbling, a man holds a long spoon that is more than two meters long and stirs vigorously in the noodle soup, for fear that the bottom of the pot is battered.

The men on both sides of the room are holding a scoop for the students in line to scoop a bowl of noodle soup, the room is two transparent front and back gates, students queue up from the south gate to enter, after eating, then leave through the back door.

Flies flew in the room, flying head-on, and more were concentrated on the cage drawer not far away, and as soon as people passed, these flies dispersed like an explosion, forming a black fog cyclone, which was really thrilling.

In this kind of room, the sanitary condition is not guaranteed at all, when these guys brush the pot, they are wearing rubber-soled shoes and leather pants to jump into the pot with a broom to scratch the bottom of the pot, generally rinse two or three times is considered to be finished, basically has not been cleaned.

The brush pot is not clean, the key cauldron is not much higher than the ground, the room is the most active place for the winged rats, the pot falls into the flies that is a common thing, not falling flies is a strange thing, flies are okay, occasionally there will be mice accidentally run into the cauldron, and then under the smoke, the guy may not be able to find it in time, so a pot of mouse soup is freshly baked.

There was once a girl who was eating a meal when a mouse was loaded into the rice tank, and she screamed in fright on the spot, causing all the students in line to throw out the noodle soup, and the people who had finished eating were nauseous for many days.

But at this time, the conditions are like this, even if the principal criticizes the director and gets angry, this situation is difficult to completely avoid.

It was not until after the new century that the food in the township middle schools improved, the houses no longer collected food, the canteens were established, the meal cards were changed, the meals were directly recharged for consumption, and the meals were much cleaner.

After queuing up to eat, Guan Xiaojun took a rice jar of half-cooked noodle soup, walked to the vegetable selling place, bought a dime of mixed pickled shreds, put them in the lid of the rice jar, and slowly walked towards the classroom.

There was a big dustpan on the podium of the classroom, and there were still more than a dozen steamed buns left in it at this time, so Guan Xiaojun inserted two chopsticks into it, skewered the two steamed buns together like a sugar gourd, and then walked towards the garden of the campus.

There is a stone round table under the small pavilion in the garden, and there are stone benches, which can be called an excellent place to eat, at this time, there are several students eating around the stone table in the pavilion, seeing Guan Xiaojun coming, they are all a little nervous, and several students on the stone table all stood up and looked at Guan Xiaojun worriedly.

"You eat yours, leave me alone!"

Seeing that several children were nervous, Guan Xiaojun smiled and said, "Whoever is about to finish eating, just give me an empty space." ”

Two children stood up at the same time, "Teacher, sit here with me!"

Guan Xiaojun looked at the two students very seriously, "I'm not a teacher!"

The two boys looked confused and looked at each other, both a little overwhelmed.

Guan Xiaojun looked up to the sky and sighed, "To be honest, no one believes it!"

He placed a small plate of pickles on the table, "Come, let's eat together!"

The children in the small pavilion were reluctant to buy pickles, only one of them held half a pickled carrot, which was already black and faintly smelly, this was the pickles that the students took from their own homes, and they took two bites when eating, and the rest of the children did not even have pickles, only a piece of salty water was paid in the noodle soup, which was the salty soup for pickled radish, and they used these salty soups to fill the steamed bread and noodle soup into their stomachs.

Seeing Guan Xiaojun put the pickles on the table, several children hesitated for a few moments, and one of them stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a few pickles and put them into the rice bowl, and said softly: "Thank you, teacher!"

Guan Xiaojun no longer explained, "Eat, eat, let's eat together!"

Several children hesitated for a moment, then stretched out their chopsticks and grabbed a few pickles, and carefully ate the steamed buns.

These pickle gnocchi were cut into thin strips, and they were just mixed with a little green onion, and there were no drops of oil, but these children ate them very sweetly.

Guan Xiaojun couldn't help but feel sad when he saw them gobbling up food, he was like these children in his last life, he brought pickles from home every week, and sometimes the pickles were finished, and he was reluctant to spend money on vegetables, so he had to consume white flour soup and steamed buns.

Later, after Lu Xin'e learned to dry the noodle sauce, his problem of eating vegetables was solved, a bottle of fried noodle sauce can last for two weeks, plus pickled carrots, constituting the most pickled food eaten by Guan Xiaojun in his three-year junior high school career.

After eating, Guan Xiaojun looked at the children and said with a smile: "Let's eat together here tomorrow, okay?"

A smart child looked up at Guan Xiaojun, "Teacher, I'll brush the dishes and chopsticks for you in the future, we will take a good place here and wait for you every day in the future!"

Guan Xiaojun looked at the child and was slightly stunned, and then laughed, "Okay, that's it!"