As always, I got up at 2:50 in the morning, and although I was sore and found it very difficult, I was still very happy.

Nine days have passed since the thirteen-day purgatory, not to mention that compared with the lack of workers and the rush at the beginning, everything has now been smoothed out, and it can be said that it is a familiar road.

This time, I contracted an all-day group meal for 150 senior high school students, and I may not make much money when the black-hearted boss adds apples, sausages, chicken legs, and even changes the recipe without a bottom line. But Lao Mian is still quite happy, after all, the nightmarish rookie years are coming to an end, so let's take it as a valuable social experience wealth!

During the pandemic, nothing can be sloppy. Although it was three o'clock in the morning, the security guards of the J City Mou Technical School were still doing their duty. Don't dare to be sloppy at all in taking body temperature and disinfection.

There is a clear division of labor between old noodles and sugar sugar. Tangtang is responsible for boiling porridge and boiling eggs, and Lao Mian is responsible for cooking vegetables, and the two of them are carried upstairs together after they are done. Then I packed the meals with the workers who arrived at 6 o'clock.

Like a skilled old driver, the old man hummed a little song to turn on the lights, turn on the main gate of the fan, and then go to his own No. 2 stove to check the zucchini, tomatoes and various spices that had been cut the day before. If you don't have it, hurry up and make it up, after all, it's a raw hand to prepare in advance, so you won't be in a hurry.

Seeing that everything was ready, Lao Mian slowly unscrewed the knob on the left-hand side of the cooktop panel. With the sizzling sound, a strong smell of methanol came to the face.

But the old face is not as scared as he was on the first day! It's funny to think about it - let Tangtang light the fire on the first day, and let Xiaoxiao Hour at window No. 4 when Tangtang is not there (Xiao Zhong is a student that Lao Mian once taught, and this little favor will still help). If you are not in the old side, you have to order it yourself. Every time it trembles like dismantling, the igniter is quickly removed before it touches the hearth, for fear that the flames will burn into your hands.

It's really "the ignorant are fearless" - it's ridiculous to think about it, when a chef doesn't dare to light the stove, what a mess!

But after more than a week of baptism, Lao Mian felt that he was already familiar with the road. As the smell of methanol in his nose intensified, he expertly grabbed the purple igniter more than half a foot long on the board behind him.

First open the main gate of the fan, then open the throttle, wait for the methanol injection to stabilize before ignition, then turn on the fan, and finally adjust the fire to a suitable size.

It's not that hard! The inflated old noodles think that I am a Tang Tang college student, isn't it a piece of cake to get this?

The dishes of one hundred and fifty senior high school students are fried in five pots, and the cut vegetables are piled up there in two large pots. Therefore, the other two masters taught the old noodles that they must blanch the water first and then fry it, otherwise the time will not be able to keep up.

It doesn't matter if the water is blanched! It's not an oil pot, you can hurry up if the fire is bigger!

So the old man slowly screwed the valve counterclockwise to the maximum, and with the sound of "whirring", the flames around him were already two or three villages above the cauldron, and a large pot of cold water was steaming after a while.

Suddenly, Lao Mian felt a flicker on the ground, and he looked down to see that there was a palm-sized blue flame under the stove, and as the small blue flame at the bottom of the conical stove continued to drip down, the fire expanded to a radius of one foot in two or three seconds, and ignited the plastic pipe leading to the ground (when Lao Mian knew that there were cables and fuel pipes inside), and a pungent rubber smell immediately diffused from the room.

"It's on fire—" The old face immediately flashed to the side, and then his heart beat rapidly, and the sweat on his forehead "brushed" all at once.

Turn off the power switch first! He quickly went east like crazy through the nearly 100-square-meter operation room, turning off the electric switch of the fan.

By the time the old noodles came back, the fire had almost filled the entire space under the stove.

Methanol is about the same as alcohol and can be splashed with water! He muttered as he grabbed the aluminum basin behind him and began to catch the water. Helplessly, the water pipe was too small, and it took two or three seconds to connect half a basin, and the old noodles couldn't take care of these for a long time, so he poured half a basin of water under the stove.

The fire was smaller, just a moment, and then it went up again! So he desperately took half a basin of water and poured it down. But it all feels like it's in vain, and the fire is still growing!

What to do? What to do? The old face almost jumped up, and a terrible scene came to mind. These scenes are criticized by the school, scolded and fined by the catering company, and the next is even more terrifying.

Will the fire ignite the methanol in the furnace and cause a big explosion, should I be here or should I run out quickly, will I be blown up or burned? The old man felt that he had difficulty breathing-

At this moment, the old face actually stopped, and he no longer took water to extinguish the fire. As he watched the fire grow bigger and bigger, he stood there for four or five seconds—

What happened to me? Afterwards, Lao Mian recalled the paradoxical scene countless times, and he was always puzzled.

Why is there still fire in the heart of the heart, and suddenly the old face is excited. He quickly reached into the gap above the flames rising from under the stove and tightened the plum-shaped steel valve knob.

- It turned out that he only cared about fighting the fire and did not turn off the valve that transported methanol!

The old man who came to his senses began to frantically catch water and splash it again, but the fire still did not abate.

Should I continue to fight fires, or should I call 119? The old man stopped again—

Suddenly, he pulled out his phone. Swipe the screen with a completely trembling left hand to unlock it, and then start shouting hoarsely, "Come down!" It's on fire—come down—"

Then he started frantically catching water and splashing it again.