"What did you say?" Mo Yonggang was stunned for a moment, and then straightened his face and reprimanded him dissatisfiedly: "How can there be a smell of chicken feathers?" ”

"Really, Mr. Mo." The little fat man handed the bowl to Mo Yonggang, "If you don't believe it, you can take a sip and try it yourself." He looked serious.

"How is that possible!" Mo Yonggang pushed the bowl handed by the little fat man to the side, walked towards the stove, and said as he walked: "There must be something wrong with your taste buds, this is a dish that I carefully cooked, how can it smell like chicken feathers!" He wondered if the little fat man was deliberately making trouble here.

That's right! It must be like this.

This little fat man must have taken the opportunity to take revenge on himself, revenge for being angry at him just now!

Mo Yonggang glanced at the little fat man dissatisfied, kept his appearance firmly in his heart, and secretly thought, when you fall into my hands in physical education class one day, if I don't teach you a good lesson, I won't be surnamed Mo!

The little fat man's movements were fast, but Meng Xiangang and the others were not slow, they didn't eat at all just now, after the little fat man finished scooping a bowl, these students immediately rushed to the stove and scrambled to grab the meat to eat.

By the time Mo Yonggang walked to the front and back of the stove, there was no chicken in the woks above, but there were a lot of mushrooms left.

"Phew!"

After Meng Xian just took a bite of the chicken, he immediately frowned, snorted a few times, and spit out all the chicken in his mouth, "Why do you look like you're eating chicken feathers?" ”

"Uh...... This taste, indeed, is not very good. A student's face twitched into a ball, as if he had eaten Coptis chinensis, and he tried to swallow the chicken in his mouth, he wanted to spit it out like Meng Xiangang, but he was really hungry. After hesitating, he tried to swallow it.

"It's so unpalatable."

"It's a pity, a good pheasant, was made like this."

"Even if I had done it, it would never have been possible to do it like this!"

"Teacher Mo, haven't you cleaned up your chicken feathers?"

The remaining students expressed similar opinions. Someone followed Meng Xiangang's example, turned his head, and quietly spit out all the chicken in his mouth.

Mo Yonggang scooped a spoonful of soup angrily, smelled it carefully, and did not smell the chicken feathers as these students said, in order to verify it, he also took a sip of soup.

Suddenly, Mo Yonggang's brows furrowed, although the soup is a little light, but it can also be drunk, with a faint mushroom fragrance, where is there any taste of chicken feathers?

"These students must be deliberately messing with me! That's right, it's definitely like that. Mo Yonggang secretly thought in his heart, put on a straight face, and said loudly with dissatisfaction: "You students, you are really talking nonsense, where is there any smell of chicken feathers?" I think you're just making trouble! He glared angrily at the students.

Zuo Jian took a puff of cigarette, and after a little thought, he roughly guessed what was going on.

Before Mo Yonggang did it, he simply washed it with lake water, and did not completely pull out the fishy smell of pheasant, plus the mushroom was originally a fungus plant, and there was a natural smell of grass and trees in it, and the two were stewed together for a long time, and most of the mushroom flavor was integrated into the chicken, forming the so-called "chicken feather flavor".

In fact, it should be said that it is the smell of grass and trees, or mold, which should be more accurate.

But it's a pity that a rich second generation like Mo Yonggang understands the mystery of this? In his opinion, it is these students who are messing with themselves!

"Teacher Mo." Su Shishi took a small bite of the chicken in the bowl, and immediately, her beautiful willow eyebrows frowned slightly, coughed lightly, and said: "In this chicken, there is indeed a little weird taste, but it shouldn't be chicken feathers." ”

"What?" Mo Yonggang was really stunned this time. He may not believe other people's words, but he absolutely believes Su Shishi's words. Because he knows that Su Shishi never tells lies.

"Let's try it." Su Shishi walked over, handed the bowl to him, and took a pair of chopsticks again, Mo Yonggang picked up a piece of pheasant meat in disbelief, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, and immediately changed his face Sure enough, this pheasant meat obviously has a strange smell, some grass but some fishy smell in it, which is very different from the taste he had eaten in the restaurant before.

"What's going on?" Mo Yonggang endured this strange taste and swallowed the pheasant meat in his mouth, "Is there something wrong with the mushroom?" ”

"Mr. Mo, I guess it's probably because of the condiment." Su Shishi said euphemistically, "I can't blame you. ”

When Mo Yonggang heard this, he glanced at Su Shishi gratefully, he knew in his heart that this was Su Shishi finding himself under the stairs again, "Well, I remembered, I seem to have forgotten to put the kind of seasoning that can remove the fishy smell just now, I want to think about what the name of the seasoning is......" He pretended to be serious, pretending to try to think about it, and walked down the steps given by Su Shishi.

But alas, someone didn't intend to let him be so wishy-washy.

"Oh? It turns out that you forgot to put the condiments? Meng Xiangang said in a weird manner: "Is it true or fake?" "I finally came across an opportunity to be honest and speak loudly, and he wouldn't let it go so easily.

"I think it's true, right?"

Because of Mo Yonggang's previous apology performance, the little fat man felt that at this time, it was necessary for him to stand up and defend Mr. Mo, who was "a teacher", "Mr. Mo is also kind, although the pheasant meat is not very delicious, but the mushrooms in it taste good." If you don't eat it, then you're welcome. ”

"Whatever you want, dead fat." Meng Xiangang glared at the little fat man angrily, and muttered, "Eat your pig to death." ”

"It's a shame that this pheasant is gone."

"That's right, if Teacher Mo hadn't split this pheasant in half just now and let Uncle Zuo roast it all, each of us would have been able to get a little meat to eat."

"A pheasant is so big, and he wasted half of it."

A group of students who have not eaten enough are venting their dissatisfaction there, especially Meng Xiangang, who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and he has the loudest voice.

Listening to the words of those students, Mo Yonggang's face turned green.

In Mo Yonggang's plan, after this pheasant stew mushroom is done, it will definitely make everyone eat it full of praise, and as long as he is on the side, he will say intentionally or unintentionally, "Hey, it's a pity that there is only half a pheasant, if it is a pheasant, it will definitely be able to make everyone full" After such words, these students who have not eaten it will definitely point the finger at Zuo Jian, making him the object of everyone's dissatisfaction.

Mo Yonggang's plan has to be said to be really seamless, and it can be regarded as a righteous and bright "yang plan", but what he didn't expect was that people were not as good as heaven, and the plan couldn't catch up with the changes. In the end, he became the object of everyone's dissatisfaction.

That's a shot in the foot!

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking." Su Shishi saw Mo Yonggang's face, which was getting darker and darker, so she had to stand up, take out the teacher's style, and said, "This matter is here." Don't talk about anyone, if someone doesn't have enough to eat, eat more mushrooms. ”

Seeing that Su Shishi said this, those students had no choice but to keep their mouths shut.

Meng Xiangang felt a little regretful in his heart. Mo Yonggang is a physical education teacher, not a class teacher, and the reason why he is so enthusiastic about every activity in his second and third classes is that he is attentive to Teacher Su. According to Meng Xiangang's idea, it is best to seize this opportunity to make Mo Yonggang stink and make him lose face, and he will never have the face to appear in front of Teacher Su in the future, that is the best thing.

"Hey, dead fatty, you actually ate all the mushrooms by yourself?"

There is a student who didn't grab the pheasant to eat just now, and he was hungry, and he couldn't eat the pheasant in his heart, so he ate some mushrooms to fill his stomach, and when he was about to go to the pot to catch mushrooms to eat, he found that the little fat man had already stuffed all the mushrooms in the pot into his mouth and finished eating!

The angry student jumped to his feet, eager to press the little fat man to the ground and beat him violently!

This dead fat man actually only cares about his own stomach and doesn't care about others!

"It's because none of you have eaten it just now, I see that Mr. Mo has worked hard and made a lot of effort to make such a dish, if it is wasted, it will be a pity." The little fat man looked like "for the sake of the hard-working Teacher Mo".

Mo Yonggang suddenly felt warm in his heart, and felt that this little fat man was so pleasing to the eye, no matter how he looked at it, he was happy in his heart.

"You're pretty good at making excuses for yourself." The student said smutteredly.

"There's still some soup in the pot." The little fat man blushed and smiled: "Otherwise, you can drink some soup, and you can more or less quench your hunger." ”

"Hmph, forget it, I'll leave it to you." The student gave the little fat man a roll of the eye.

"Alright, everyone stop arguing." Su Shishi clapped her hands, attracting everyone's attention to her, and said with a smile: "I've also eaten lunch, next, I propose, let's play games together, how about it?" ”

"Playing games? Okay, I agree. As soon as Meng Xian heard the word play, his eyes immediately lit up, and he was the first to raise his hand to vote in favor.

"I agree."

"Agreed."

Other students echoed the same chorus.

"That's good." Su Shishi smiled and said, "Then what game do we all play?" ”

"How's it about hide and seek?" One student said.

"You're a three-year-old, aren't you?" Meng Xiangang said disdainfully: "You still play such a childish game." ”

"So what are you talking about?" The student asked rhetorically.

"I propose ......" Meng Xiangang was just halfway through his words, when suddenly, he saw the little fat man holding his stomach and slowly sitting on the ground, his face turned pale, his lips turned purple, and a dense layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, "Oops...... My stomach is ...... My stomach hurts! ”