Chapter Thirty-Seven: Two Pieces of Rotten Wood

Last time, Li Zhanxian spread out two stacks of identical copies of himself, saying that one of them was written by Qiu Xiaoyue.

At this time, Dong Xian knew that Qiu Xiaoyue would imitate other people's handwriting.

"Just say it yourself, and persuade Guo Ren not to believe it, I heard everything you said in the cafeteria!"

At this time, Dong Xian had already decided that Qiu Xiaoyue was a deviant person, openly insulting the textbooks that were believed by everyone, and even dared to challenge the authority in front of the teacher.

The more Dong Xian thought about it, the more angry he became, so he turned over the old accounts.

"Also, what can't a person who can even sue his own father do?"

When Qiu Xiaoyue saw him mention this, she knew that Mr. Dong's prejudice against him was no longer a day or two.

It seems that even if he explains now, he won't believe it.

"Rotten wood, rotten wood can't be carved!"

Dong Xian scolded fiercely and left the classroom.

As soon as he left, the classmates in the class came back in droves, presumably they should have been lying at the door just now to watch the excitement.

As expected, her classmates sneered at her, and Qiu Xiaoyue didn't talk back today.

She had some doubts in her heart, could it be that Guo Ren, who was the only one in the class who was thinking about herself, had betrayed him now?

She left the classroom without saying a word, and then the laughter in the classroom exploded.

Guo Ren wanted to chase him out, but was pulled by Guo Yi.

"Brother, why are you so stupid, what good can you do with her, it's better to follow Wu Shengliu, and maybe you can go to the Imperial Medical Department in the future."

Guo Ren pushed Guo Yi away, his face was full of anger, and his entire facial features were wrinkled together.

"Then you can't steal other people's things and let her be criticized by the teacher."

Guo Yi shook his head hatefully: "I see that you are also rotten wood." ”

Guo Ren seemed to be said to be down, standing motionless.

All these systems were broadcast to Qiu Xiaoyue.

Qiu Xiaoyue was a little relieved, at least she still had a teammate, although she was a little stupid.

Qiu Xiaoyue did not return to the dormitory, but went to the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

In the blink of an eye, the book that the chef handed over to him was almost read, and he could go and learn to cook.

In fact, Qiu Xiaoyue is still a little afraid in her heart, she witnessed a fire when she was a child, and since then, she has been very afraid of fire.

If the teacher had asked her to make a fire, she would have run away.

At this time, it was not yet time to eat, Zhang Xing was sitting on a chair resting, and he was very happy to see Qiu Xiaoyue coming, and stood up from the chair to greet him.

"Xiao Langjun, you're here, can you finish the book?"

Qiu Xiaoyue had just faced so many cold eyes and cold words, and when she met such a friendly teacher at this time, she actually had a sour nose.

"Hello teacher, I've finished reading the book, let's see if there is anything I can help you today."

Zhang Xing is not a person who likes to put on a show, he smiled: "Don't call me teacher, just call me Master Zhang, it's not used to calling a teacher." ”

Qiu Xiaoyue rubbed her eyes and sniffled: "Master Zhang, can you use the mask I gave you?" Are the symptoms better? ”

Zhang Xing was very happy when he thought of this stubble, since he went out and put on a mask, he really sneezed less often.

"It works! Useful! Thank you Xiao Langjun, can you make me a few small ones, I want my son to wear them too, otherwise he will always say that his nose is itchy. ”

Zhang Xing gestured with his hand: "It's about this width." ”

Qiu Xiaoyue agreed, she planned to do it when she went back, and then wrote down the method of how to do it, so that Master Zhang could do it herself at home in the future.

Next, Zhang Xing began to teach Qiu Xiaoyue knife work, he showed it first, and Qiu Xiaoyue was an eye-opener.

A radish, in a short time, was cut into a flower.

This kung fu is not something that the master of the school cafeteria can have, Qiu Xiaoyue was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Zhang Xing smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will teach you these things in the future, you start with the most basic practice." ”

Zhang Xing took a few potatoes and gave them to Qiu Xiaoyue: "Come, cut these into shreds." ”

Qiu Xiaoyue had never been in the kitchen, and the potatoes were cut into cuboids by her.

She didn't have any eyes to watch it herself, but Zhang Xing was not annoyed, but taught her how to hold the knife and how to exert her strength.

She also took the horrible cuboid she cut to the side and changed it into silk.

Qiu Xiaoyue suddenly had a strange idea, if she studied hard with Master Zhang, maybe she could become a chef in the future and support herself.

(Once the goal is established, it cannot be changed, so please complete the goal [Advance to the Imperial Doctor's Department] first.) )

This system is so annoying, maybe it just kills a future chef!

With a bang, the oil in the next pot was fried, and Qiu Xiaoyue was frightened.

Forget it, let's study medicine, if you are a chef, you have to deal with fire and oil all day long, which is too scary.