Since Duchamp learned the truth about the mysterious atmosphere in the class, he was immediately disheartened by this class, and put all his energy into preparing for the civilian guidance research meeting.

Once, Professor Ashley was unable to attend class because of something and asked him to substitute for him. Because they heard about the magic of the last class, none of the students left, but Duchamp glanced at the expectant eyes below, snorted in his heart, opened the textbook, and talked about it according to the content of the textbook.

After class, without waiting for him to go to Goode, Goode came to him in a hurry.

Goode said excitedly: "The houses of the research society are almost finished, and I want to set the time for the official establishment this weekend, that is, June 1st, you see how it goes." ”

Duchamp listened to this time, laughed and said: "A good day, a day full of innocence and romance, it is really fitting to choose this day." I called Emma and asked her to come over with a set of household appliances and donate them to the research society in the name of the Green Leaf Civil Guidance Office, so that we can open a small stove there in the future. On Saturday afternoon, you told everyone to have dinner at the research group, and I would cook. ”

However, Duchamp said that Duchamp was not interested in other things, but he was very interested in cooking, and he instructed Emma to buy a cart of ingredients in addition to household appliances. I have already made up my mind to fill up the ninety-nine great successes on this group of poor students.

"There are thousands of people in the school, and they are made for 20 people at a time, as long as these 20 people think that it is 'a delicacy that they have never eaten in their lives', even if it is successful, it is too simple for our family who has thousands of Chinese dishes to eat, they are all students who are not wealthy, and they can complete this task with home-cooked food." Duchamp pondered.

On Friday, Emma arrives with a whole truckload of ingredients. Duchamp instructed her to explain the donation directly as assistant to the director, and not to reveal her identity as Goode. Amid the cheers of a group of poor students, the small mountain of kitchen utensils and ingredients was moved to a corner of the warehouse, and a group of classmates went to a nearby factory to pick up a lot of wooden planks, and soon nailed out a kitchen, and installed the stove and range hood. By the time Duchamp finished rehearsing in the evening, he had a complete kitchen with a stove and storage. Looking at the hands-on ability of these students, Duchamp couldn't help but secretly give five likes.

In Saturday's guiding resonance class, Duchamp paddled for a while, took a leave of absence with Instructor Remel and ran, ignoring the eyes of other students.

When he arrived at the warehouse, he didn't see Goode, but he saw the gentle and lovely Miss Ella and her friends, and Duchamp's mood instantly brightened. He said hello to the girls and went down to the kitchen himself.

"What, you're going to cook?" Several girls said in unison.

"Dear young ladies, I have no doubt about your cooking skills and enthusiasm for helping others, but I think no one can stop your enthusiasm for cooking." Duchamp carried a large kitchen knife and drove the four little girls to wash the vegetables.

Looking at the meat in the refrigerator, Duchamp was very dissatisfied: "It's a pity that the monster meat has been used up in Lulei Square, and only some ordinary ingredients can be used." ”

For him, who has both Chinese recipes and culinary mastery, it seems that cooking is not a problem.

To invite guests to eat, first of all, there must be hard dishes, this is easy to do, a pot of braised beef, a pot of three yellow chicken, cook first.

"I don't know how many students will come, making 36 pleats of xiaolongbao will definitely not be available, first roll out the dumpling skin, I hope the dumplings can really be as magical as the legend." Duchamp planned silently.

Duchamp found a wooden basin and quickly made a large basin of noodles.

In my previous life, there was a model worker in a pastry shop who could roll 4 dumpling wrappers with two hands and 60 dumpling wrappers in one minute. Duchamp was engrossed in it, intending to practice dough rolling as a kung fu. Although it is one-handed, only one at a time, but you have to roll 15 pieces a minute.

The dough soon formed a hill in the basin. Looking at the dough that was no less than machine-pressed, Duchamp smiled triumphantly.

When he saw this pot of noodles, he suddenly remembered something he had always wanted to eat - big steamed buns. For people who eat bread every day, steamed buns represent a completely different taste and enjoyment, and of course, it is not a comfort that xiaolongbao can replace.

Duchamp decided to challenge the fighter in the bun - the broken pastry. In the previous life, when Duchamp was a child, there was a shop on the street that made broken puff pastries, each broken puff pastry bun was the best, the skin tasted crispy and soft, and the meat filling was even more fragrant and fragrant.

There are two tips for breaking the puff pastry, one is that the skin is thin and layered each layer is like paper, and the other is that the meat filling should give full play to the flavor of the meat. He knew the trick of minced meat, but when it came to layering the dough, he had only made flower rolls in his previous life. But this life is different, as a martial artist, Duchamp's control of power has gradually become subtle. He made a large pot of noodles and flour for later use.

The meat filling is easy to make, the pork filling is good, add salt, ginger, mushroom powder and a little vanilla leaves, and that's enough. It's definitely too late to serve the soup jelly, so let's refine a little puff pastry first.

As for the dough, Duchamp looked at the dough that had already been initiated, and used the word pulling trick, gently pulling a small ball of dough into a large sheet, adding a little sesame oil, and then gently folding it a few times, and pulling it hard from the other direction to turn it into a bun skin, and put the filling in. The broken puff pastry was definitely not torn out, Duchamp looked at this appearance, and even he didn't know what it would look like when it was steamed.

At 4 p.m., Goode finished his work in the lab and went to the stronghold. As soon as I entered the warehouse, I smelled the unique aroma of Toji cuisine, and each food had a unique fragrance, and it became a strong flavor in my mouth.

He walked in and found that there were five or six girls working on the board, Duchamp looked at the dumplings under their hands in horror that were of different shapes but difficult to cook, instructing a boy to make spring roll wrappers on a small frying pan, instructing another boy to peel potatoes, and he was working hard towards the third basket of broken pastry buns, after the first basket of broken crisp buns was steamed, it quickly entered the stomach of the staff, although the appearance was really miserable, but the taste was acceptable. After a long period of trying, he seems to have found a trick to make the dough as thin as paper, which is to soak a small part of the dough with a lot of oil, roll it out, mix it into ordinary dough, roll it out again, and then wake up again.

"Chef Du, what's the recipe today?" Goode asked Duchamp as he grabbed a broken puff pastry from the steamer and chewed it.

"By the way, you take a piece of paper and write it, and post it immediately." Chef Du, who had no time in his hand, ordered.

"Okay, you say."

"Pastries: puff pastry, spring rolls, dumplings.

Meat dishes: braised beef, three yellow chicken, stir-fried pork, fried pork ribs, sauna fish, boiled fish fillet, hot offal.

Vegetarian dishes: shredded radish in chicken broth, baby cabbage in soup, refreshing three chopped vegetables, almond tofu, three cups of egg custard, ham and green peas mashed potatoes, stir-fried green leafy vegetables.

Cold dishes: shallots and tofu with minced meat sauce, bay leaf mixed vegetables, sliced pork with peanuts in clear sauce, three shreds of cold salad, cold noodles.

Drinks: sago dew, chilled lemon tea

Fruits: Fruit platter.

That's all for all. ”

Goode looked at the long menu and timidly asked, "Can you make so many dishes by 6 o'clock?" ”

Duchamp waved his hand: "Write it quickly and paste it, and then hurry up to ask someone to eat, remember to let them bring their own utensils, anyway, the dumplings are infinitely available, and no more than 100 people can handle it." ”

As soon as he turned around, he couldn't help but be proud of his wit again: "Fortunately, Emma brought two stoves at a time, and there are four stoves available." ”

By 6 o'clock, there were about 50 students who came to the warehouse, and Goode's homeroom teacher, Shival, also came to help.

Goode began to give a speech outside, talking about the purpose and general operation mode of the Civil Guidance Research Association, the sponsorship of the Green Leaf Civil Guidance Office to the society, and the operation mode of the "Green Leaf Fund". Some poor students couldn't help but feel a light in their hearts when they heard that there was a research project offer. Then, Mr. Shival personally hung the sign of "Civil Guidance Research Association" at the door of the warehouse.

Finally, Goode shouted in the hall: "In the future, the Institute will invite Stellary Duchamp of the elite class, who is also known as the first student in the entrance exam, to serve as the guiding force theory guide, and let us welcome Stellary with warm applause." With that, he stretched his hand in the direction of the kitchen.

In the puzzled eyes of many students, Duchamp wore a chef's hat and apron, sweated profusely, bowed, and said: "I can't talk about guidance or anything, in fact, I am mainly here to be the chef, today's dinner is my chef, the dishes have been completed 90%, and the female students will serve the dishes for everyone, I wish you all a good meal and a good drink." ”

After speaking, with a wave of their hands, the girls who temporarily acted as waiters brought up the prepared vegetables in large pots and basins for everyone to take for themselves.

In less than 3 minutes, the system clicked a prompt: "The puff pastry bun you made has been unanimously praised by diners, and the successful meal is +1".

Wahaha, I said a long time ago that it is easy to deal with my classmates.

Duchamp, who was engaged in the banana boat battle, paid attention to the system prompts.

"Without any special ingredients and in such poor conditions, we successfully crossed the 70-dish mark."

"Look at the ones that haven't been well received, they are all vegetarian dishes, no wonder, the stomach is not full of oil and water, who cares about vegetarian dishes."

After the opening of the banquet, it seemed that the theme of this event was completely diluted, and many students even thought that they were participating in a cooking club tonight, and after the stock was eaten up, a large number of students enthusiastically joined the queue to learn to make dumplings. Duchamp was sweating profusely and was busy adjusting the dumpling filling, and from time to time students came to inquire enthusiastically about the membership requirements of the "Culinary Society".

At ten o'clock in the evening, the dinner finally gradually dispersed, and Duchamp thought with palpitations: "The average boy can eat 60 fist-sized dumplings in one meal, this combat power is really beyond imagination." ”