I have to say that when more than 20 people are doing things in an orderly manner under their respective division of labor and almost no mistakes, it is a very wonderful experience for Zhao Bai'an.

On the premise of having enough time to plan and distribute, a few students are responsible for washing vegetables, a few students are responsible for cutting meat, and a few chefs who are ready to go just now seem to have a good division of labor who will fry rice, who will season it, and who will beat eggs.

Zhao Bai'an, on the other hand, was assigned to the one thing that had the least to do with cooking - photography. Keep a record of what everyone is busy with.

The amount of labor is extremely low, and Zhao Baian is very satisfied.

Yang Zichen under the camera is smiling very brightly when she is designing illustrations to be drawn by several other girls who volunteered to do so. Although it was a far cry from what she had hoped to actually cook, the participation seemed to be good.

Except for the fact that the temperature in this kitchen seems to be a little overheated, everything is good today.

It didn't take long for a plate of fried rice with egg buns to be freshly baked. With Yang Zichen's vigorous "help", everyone who originally only needed twenty-five eggs used a total of thirty-seven eggs. In the end, under the pressure of Zhao Bai'an, she had to stop her whimsical abstract art, and promised Zhao Bai'an to eat all the broken egg skins.

The twenty-five egg buns fried rice are all bulging, like big golden ingots, and the vignettes on them add a lot of appetite. Some of them are roses of the little prince, some are little foxes, and some are Q versions of some cartoon characters, but I didn't expect ketchup to draw such a rich pattern.

Everyone took their favorite patterns. Zhao Baian naturally took a playing card, and it was the ace of hearts.

Super satisfied, even a little unbearable to destroy.

With a spoonful, the egg skin reveals a wealth of ingredients, including diced chicken, diced bacon, diced ham, corn, peas, and diced carrots...... That's how many ingredients are put in. Although it seems that the nutritional mix is very balanced, rice has become a minority.

Zhao Bai'an tried to take a bite, and was directly captured by the deliciousness in one bite: "Enmu, it's not bad!" ”

I didn't expect the seasoning to be perfect! She thought it would be salty or light.

What a treat, she really didn't expect it.

Zhao Bai'an's appetite itself is not too big, and such a pot of egg bun fried rice should be enough to fill his stomach even if he eats it. But even so, she can probably eat at least half of even the ordinary fried rice. The taste was so appealing to her that she should have eaten more.

But somehow she just didn't have much appetite, and she barely managed to eat a third of it. Maybe it's better to go out for a walk and digest it and then come back and eat it.

"Zichen, I'll go out to bask in the sun and get some fresh air."

"Well, then I'll go with you~" Yang Zichen had already eaten all the rice, including the extra broken egg skins. I didn't expect such a big appetite in a small body.

The moment I stood up, there was a buzz, and the world was spinning.

Zhao Baian slumped back into his seat.

"Huh? What's wrong, Xiao An~"

"Your face feels so bad, and your lips are suddenly so white! How do you feel uncomfortable? Yang Zichen's voice sounded a little nervous.

"It's just a little dizzy, shouldn't it be a problem...... Not. A strong feeling of nausea came up, and Zhao Baian hurriedly pressed his mouth with his hand.

No way. Can't spit it out here.

Think about where the nearest restroom is.

Ah, I can't think of it at all.

Her vision darkened from the corners, and many small stars appeared on the black curtain.

It's too late! Action must be taken!

Zhao Bai'an rushed out of the dining hall and went straight to the nearest trash can within his sight.

"......Hmm

Zhao Bai'an held the trash can, and his vision was all dyed black, flashing with countless small stars. She blinked vigorously and shook her head. It felt much easier to vomit out the contents of my stomach, and a gust of wind blew, and it was a little cold, and I realized that I had already broken out in a cold sweat.

After taking a few deep breaths, he felt that the situation was not much better, if he hadn't clutched the trash can, his trembling legs would not have been able to support Zhao Bai'an for long.

"Xiao An!" Yang Zichen ran to her side, "Oh my God, your clothes are going to be soaked!" ”

"Ah, it feels so much better to spit it out." Zhao Bai'an turned around and was about to give Yang Zichen a smile, but before he could turn around, his legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

Consciousness gradually drifts away from ......

There was only one trace that kept her senses going......

It felt like someone was talking in her ear.

Inaudible.

It felt like someone was carrying her.

It felt like there were several people talking, so far away...... The sound is so far away......

It's getting farther and farther away......