"Boom—"

Wan Mao walked into the school hall and smelled the aroma of the hall, he was a little stunned, "Are you using the school as a kitchen?" ”

Huang Chongru ran forward and handed him the pastry, "Master Wanzi, fragrant cake, please eat it." ”

Wan Mao nodded at him with his hand, but he didn't refuse, and reached out to take it, "Okay." ”

Huang Chongru went down with a smile.

At this time, Zheng Sheng took the unopened pastry in his hand and also came to Wan Mao.

Wan Mao was stunned: "Shizi, I already have it." Eat it yourself. ”

Zheng Sheng shook his head: "I had breakfast in the morning, and I have already eaten a piece." This piece ...... I would like to ask the Master to do something. ”

"What are you doing?" Wan Ziying asked curiously, what new idea did Zheng Xiaoshizi think of?

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time. In our school, everyone reads and endorses books very hard, right? Zheng Sheng turned his head and asked.

"Yes. It's hard! ”

"I'm so tired!"

The group of people below immediately complained of distress.

Wan Mao had a bad premonition in his heart, what kind of bad idea was he going to have?

"So, I think it's to encourage everyone to study hard and make progress every day. Outstanding students should be rewarded and encouraged to look up to them. Good students deserve to be rewarded, what do you think? ”

Wan Mao looked at Zheng Sheng, thoughtful, looked around, and found that most of the people showed expressions of what this meant, "What is the prince going to do?" ”

"It's simple. I think everyone comes to the church every hour, and breakfast will definitely not be eaten, right? Just reward a piece of pastry, a bowl of soy milk, or a can of vegetable leaf rice porridge or something like that, and it's right to be breakfast. Let everyone eat better and have the energy to endorse well. Master, what do you think? ”

Zheng Shang raised his head suddenly, this kind of thing?

No matter how sluggish the person is, he can also react, Zheng Sheng wants to help Zheng Shang, Zheng Yang looked at Zheng Sheng viciously, boy, I will rectify this "outsider", what are you doing!

I don't like to see you. Zheng Sheng gave him a contemptuous look faintly.

"Well, although it is a good proposal, this matter still needs to be discussed with the Zheng family master." Wan Mao still pays for a breakfast, but when this practice is implemented, he really needs to say a word to Zheng Yuan.

"No, this kind of trivial matter, the old man can still make an idea." Qiu Fuzi walked in, Wan Mao saluted, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"But, boy, you're responsible for the reward." Qiu Chudao stared at Zheng Sheng.

Zheng Sheng nodded indifferently, he had planned to give this reward himself: "Okay, Master, this pastry is today's reward, please reward the students who have performed the best in these days." ”

This pastry was undoubtedly awarded to Zheng Shang.

All the students looked at each other, can it be like this?

Zheng Yang's resentment towards Zheng Sheng deepened, originally he hated Zheng Sheng because this guy was younger than him, but he was a generation older, which was really hateful! Now, he helps outsiders, and it's even more hateful!

I remembered that some time ago, he was called by his grandfather and mother successively, reprimanded him for disrespecting his elders, and asked him to apologize to Zheng Sheng. Zheng Yang thought about it for a long time, and then he realized that it was probably Zheng Yun who told his grandfather! But in the past few days, he has been stiff, resolutely not talking to Zheng Sheng, and at most nodding his head. He has already given Zheng Sheng a lot of face.

From today onwards, ignore him!

Release. Zheng Shang carried a small piece of osmanthus fragrant rice cake that he had eaten, and went home happily. The family is very small, less than half the size of the school, and most of the places still leak on rainy days.

Where there was no rain was a stove, a bed and a dilapidated loom, where his mother worked every day, and the coarse cloth produced was his family's only source of livelihood.

The courtyard is also very small, and a crooked-necked jujube tree stands alone in the middle of the yard, which is the only green in the courtyard.

Zheng Shang rushed into the house, his mother, Mrs. Han, was working, the small courtyard could be illuminated by the sun for a short time, the sun was the most abundant at noon, and the house was the brightest, she couldn't help but hurry up.

"Mother, look, what did I bring back?" Zheng Shang said happily as he handed the pastry to his mother.

"Pastries? Shang'er, where did this pastry come about? Mrs. Han asked a little sternly.

"The Academy Award was given to me." Zheng Shang said a little aggrieved, he said the matter again, "Mother, the school awards me breakfast every day, and I don't have to take food from home anymore!" ”

"Are you sure you'll get rewarded every day? I forgot that I told you that you must guard against arrogance and rashness at all times. ”

"Remember, I will work harder for the reward."

"That Kewu Shizi is a good man." Mrs. Han said silently. Then, she remembered something and looked at Zheng Shang, "Shang'er, where is the jar?" ”

"Jars." Zheng Shang's face suddenly crossed.

"Where's the jar? What's going on? Lost? Or is it broken? ”

Zheng Shang had no choice but to tell him honestly about the fact that he met the Huang brothers on the way to the school, tripped him, and broke the jar, "At that time, the prince also saw them and invited me to breakfast!" ”

"What a good man that the son of the world is." Mrs. Han immediately connected the matter back and forth, and thought of the other children's exclusion of Zheng Shang, "Alas, it's really hard for you." ”

On the other side, Zheng Sheng returned to Qingzhuju and instructed Dongye to prepare an extra breakfast every day in the future, and he would take it to the school.

Dongye didn't ask the reason: "I'll put it in a food box for the prince, and let Zheng Quan, Song Zhi, and Wang Jun take turns to send it over!" ”

Zheng Sheng nodded, and he began to think about one thing.

Today, I ate pastries again, which made Zheng Sheng think of stir-fry again. Zheng Sheng's resentment about the lack of stir-fry in this era is far better than the lack of delicious pastries.

Two years ago, at the age of five, he had a "hard-working" struggle with flax (now sesame) oil, which was used as lamp oil, first persuading Wang Ru that this thing could be used for food, and he was ridiculed by Mrs. Wang for two months.

Then it was finally approved and ready to try. Because he was only four or five years old, and Wang Ru was a practitioner who believed in the remarks of "gentlemen are far away from cooking", the little boy Zheng Sheng was allowed to be a stir-fry instructor, which also cost him a lot of tongue.

But the experiment failed. The manor cook, who had never done this before, looked at the white smoke coming out of the iron pot, she panicked, and Zheng Sheng, who was standing on a big stone to guide, said Wait, wait. The cook threw the food into the pot in one go. As a result, she was still burned, the spoon was lost, and the person jumped away, waiting for her to turn over the dishes in the pot again, and it was paste.

Wang Ru laughed at his son as a joke, and Zheng Sheng also figured out that this kind of thing couldn't be done for the first time, so he had to do it himself. Only when you taste the delicious stir-fry will everyone overcome their fear and go to the dish.

Now that he's seven years old, is it time to start trying it for the first time?

Well, although Zheng Sheng has only made scrambled eggs with tomatoes. I really haven't done any other stir-fried dishes, let alone know how to do them. Tomatoes are still far away in the Americas, so they can't be eaten, but he can still scrambled eggs, right?