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Early the next morning, I was woken up by a few dog barks outside the door.

You don't have to look to know that it must be two little black dogs calling us to get up.

I got up and pushed the door open, and sure enough, two little black dogs, standing outside the door, also hung signs with the names of me and the fat man, but one of the signs had an extra line on it:

"Eat!"

When I saw these words, my stomach rumbled, and I suddenly felt a little hungry.

But at this time, the fat man was still snoring and sleeping soundly.

Because of the fat reason, the fat man's sleeping posture is very strange, whether it is sleeping on his stomach or sleeping sideways, he will be overwhelmed by his weight, so the fat man simply lies flat, on all fours, a fat "big" word, even so, sleep is not honest, a bed was tossed by him, it can be described as "miserable".

I walked over and shouted at the fat man, and even hit him his round belly a few times, to no avail, and the fat man rolled over, and then fell asleep, snoring even louder.

I turned around, shrugged my shoulders at the little black dog who was staring at me, and waved my hand to show that there was nothing I could do.

The little black dog with the fat man's name on it jumped onto the fat man's bed, stuck out his tongue, and licked the fat man's face violently, and in a moment the fat man's big cake face was wet.

At this time, the fat man actually smiled, with an expression on his face, very enjoyable, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt and hold it in his arms, I don't know what bad things I dreamed of.

I looked at it and laughed in my heart, how would the fat man feel if he knew that his first kiss was eaten by the dog.

But this trick really worked, the little black dog quickly jumped out of bed after licking, and the fat man also stretched his waist, yawned, and opened his eyes unsatisfied.

The fat man didn't expect me to stand at the head of his bed, so he was startled, and hurriedly pulled the quilt under him and covered his body, and said in a panic:

"Comb, why are you looking at me like this, you look at your squint, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do, what do you say?" I slowly approached, deliberately teasing the fat man.

The fat man was even more frightened, and hurriedly shook his head: "Comb, comb, you are calm, you are calm, although I am extraordinary in appearance and dignified, but I am not ......"

"Isn't it? What not? You say. ”

"It's not...... No...... I...... I like women. "The fat man was so anxious that he was incoherent.

"Hahahaha......" I couldn't hold back anymore and laughed:

"Don't get me wrong, fatty, I also like women, even if I'm like that, I won't look for you like that."

The fat man was relieved at this time, and asked while getting dressed:

"Since you're not that, what are you doing standing at the head of my bed?"

"What? Look at your look of Sichun, and say, what spring dream did you just make? ”

The fat man's face turned red instantly, with a Sichun expression, and he pretended to be embarrassed:

"Why, don't talk nonsense."

"None? You don't see your drooling face, don't tell me you're eating buns. ”

Only then did the fat man notice the saliva on his face, and asked in disbelief:

"Is it my saliva? How can it be so stinky. ”

I looked down and laughed, still not telling the fat man the truth.

"Hurry up and get up, go to breakfast, and have class on the first day today."

As soon as the fat man heard that he was eating breakfast, he hurriedly got up.

After washing, the fat man and I followed the two little black dogs and walked towards the restaurant.

Before leaving, the fat man took out more than a dozen buns from his sack and put them in his arms, saying that he wanted to give them to Yang Bin and Wen Jie, and he promised them yesterday.

Halfway through, I said, fatty, what are you doing with so much, and you can't eat.

Who knew the disdain on the fat man's face, and counted me down:

"You know what, they must think it's delicious, they're addicted, and that's not enough."

I thought to myself, since there is breakfast, who will nibble on your hard cold buns.

It didn't take long for us to come to the restaurant, and to the great disappointment of the fat man, as soon as we entered the restaurant, we met Yang Bin and Wen Jie, who had just come out of breakfast.

"Have you eaten?"

The fat man asked disappointedly.

"Well, I didn't expect our school food to be so rich, and even the breakfast was so good. You two can go in and eat, too. ”

Although the fat man was a little disappointed, after hearing the hearty breakfast, he still swallowed his saliva, and he didn't care about saying goodbye to Yang Bin Wenjie, so he rushed in.

I asked Wen Jie:

"You're going to class?"

"Yes, in the first class today, you guys should hurry up and eat, don't be late."

"yes, got it."

With that, I stepped into the dining room.

As soon as I entered, I saw that the fat man was stretching his long neck, staring at the chicken leg in front of the window, drooling, and almost lying on it.

I hurriedly dragged the fat man and asked deliberately:

"What, could it be that this chicken leg is better than your dog?"

The fat man's eyes widened, how could he allow me to say something so disrespectful to their ancestral buns:

"How is it possible, our steamed buns, but the most delicious food in the world, there is nothing that can compare, except for my Bao's dog ignoring the buns, the others are rubbish......"

I thought to myself, that's what I'm waiting for from you.

I pulled the fat man far away, and said to the fat man:

"Yes, yes, I have eaten your buns since yesterday, I absolutely believe that your dog ignores the buns, it is indeed extremely delicious, in this case, then you can enjoy your food, I have to sacrifice myself to eliminate these so-called junk food."

With that, I pressed the fat man to a table and went to look for food by myself.

Leaving the fat man angry in his eyes, glaring at me, but he couldn't do anything to me, so he could only take a bun and gnaw it fiercely.

That's when I took a closer look at our restaurant.

The restaurant is also not large, with only three rooms, two windows on the left and right, and a table in the middle.

Yesterday, at the orientation party, the principal said that we study here, everything is free, and we don't need money to eat.

Who said there is no such thing as a free lunch, isn't it? And free breakfast and dinner!

I first walked to the window on the left to take a look, and there were braised chicken legs, braised eggs, braised chicken wings, steamed fish, and braised fish on the table in front of the window.

Although it is very hearty, eating big fish and meat in the morning will definitely make my stomach uncomfortable.

I was thinking about it when a head poked out of the window and asked:

"Shu Ziyang, those are all toppings, what to eat, look at the list above, they are all freshly eaten and made."

When I saw the poked out head, I was shocked that this head was none other than our headmaster.

The principal, dressed in a snow-white chef's suit, with an apron and a tall chef's hat, was smiling at me, waiting for my answer, which was completely different from the style of a leader yesterday.

The dignified principal of Maoshan Academy, the head of Maoshan Zhengdao, is also a big man, and he actually cooks and makes breakfast for students.

Is it because the school is so bad that the poor can't afford to hire a cook, or is it because the head of the family has a special hobby?

In a panic, I looked up at the list on the window, what hot dry noodles, sauerkraut noodles, small noodles......

Although I am from the north and like to eat noodles, I am still not used to eating noodles in the morning, we all eat vegetables and steamed buns.

I made an apologetic look at the principal and turned away, coming to the window on the right.

I first looked through the window to see which teacher it was, and before I could see anyone, I heard a kind and kind laugh, and I didn't need to look to know that it was the aunt next door.

Since she is a female teacher and an aunt next door, the things she makes must be delicious.

I walked over, and sure enough, in front of the window, there were all kinds of flower cakes neatly arranged, with a wide variety of varieties, complete styles, and colorful, and people couldn't help but want to eat a bite when they looked at it.

And next to these flower cakes, there are also twenty or thirty small bowls with brushes, each of which is filled with tempting porridge.

Red beans, red dates, red rice, wolfberries, red peanuts.

Five red porridge?

That's too much to make.

But why do I think it's for confinement mothers?

What makes me even more puzzled is that judging from yesterday's orientation party, there are only a dozen people in Maoshan College, how can this aunt and teacher next door hold so many bowls.

I wanted to ask the aunt next door the reason, but through the window, I saw that the aunt teacher was concentrating on stirring a large iron pot with a spoon, and while stirring, he used another spoon to take out a spoonful of five-red porridge from the big iron pot and pour it into a small bowl.

Still in full bloom?

Are there so many people? Can you finish eating?

I was about to serve a bowl of porridge to drink, when I accidentally caught a glimpse of the big iron pot again, and I was so shocked that my hand stopped in mid-air.

The big iron pot was not propped up like we usually use, but was firmly hung with a thumb-thick wire.

What's even more puzzling is that under the big iron pot, three big red candles are burning in the shape of finished glyphs, and the flames are blazing, burning the bottom of the big iron pot.

This......

Is this Maoshan Academy so poor that it needs to cook with candles?

But the next thing I saw made me feel that something was wrong.

It is said that although the porridge is cooked with candles, the fire is not as strong as coal, natural gas, etc., but it can be regarded as some heat, and it must have been cooked into porridge, so the pot should be hot.

But I saw that there was no heat in the whole pot, even if the aunt and teacher next door kept stirring, no heat came out.

Only then did I feel that the bowl of five-red porridge in my hand was as cold as ice.

The aunt next door also saw the bowl I was carrying, and a hint of panic flashed on her face, but then disappeared.

Still smiling, the kind and warm voice mixed with the dialect and semi-Mandarin, said to me:

"Baby, that's not for you to drink."

I immediately understood.

I quickly put down the bowl in my hand and turned to leave.

It turned out that it was for ......

(End of chapter)