At noon, the helpers in the back kitchen had already started to eat in the room, and a few of them were whispering, and the topic was about the special eatable guy who came to the back kitchen helper today.

Can he have lunch, most people here know that the work in the firewood room is many and hard, without strength and craftsmanship, it will definitely not be completed, if you meet a newcomer to help in the firewood room, it will generally take less than two days to leave.

These helpers, as the guys know, there have been very few people working in the firewood room, and Master Xiliang has high requirements for the quality of firewood, so everyone is very optimistic about the thin Song Lanjiang, I don't know if the kid offended Master Xiliang in the morning, and he will go to the firewood room to help on the first day.

Of course, these people just knew that Song Barjiang went to work in the firewood house, and if they knew that Song Barjiang was still splitting Gobi ironwood, they would definitely be shocked by their jaws.

Master Xiliang was already sitting in his usual place of eating, he was not in a hurry to eat, he picked up a black and purple mud teapot with a faint light in his hand, poured the tea in it into the tea bowl, and slowly tasted the tea.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door of the house, and everyone in the house looked towards the door, and even Master Xiliang, who was usually expressionless and didn't say much, glanced at it lightly, and then shook his head and continued to drink tea.

As the footsteps approached, the three helpers in the firewood room stepped into the door, everyone looked at it, they all shook their heads, and felt that the new kid couldn't create a miracle.

The helpers of the firewood room sat down one after another, and they also heard other people's discussions about Song Lanjiang, but they didn't squeak, they already knew it, and they would wait for everyone in the room to be surprised for a while.

After a while, someone in the room had finished lunch and began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and Master Kira stopped drinking tea, looked sideways through the door, looked at the corona in the courtyard, and said, "Go and close the door." ”

Eat in the room at noon, can't finish the work, close the door after a little, can't eat is the rule set by Master Xiliang for the back kitchen, this no one can break, Master Xiliang's work across the table Drew got up and went to close the door.

Seeing that Song Lanjiang still hadn't arrived, the helper in the firewood room was puzzled and wanted to explain a few words to Master Xiliang, but Song Lanjiang really didn't arrive, and there was no reason, so he could only feel worthless for this young man, and the helper left a bad impression on Master Xiliang on the first day.

Drew walked to the door and was about to close the door, when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the courtyard, and saw Song Barrage rushing over from far and near.

Song Lanjiang also fought hard, in order to catch up with lunch, he picked up the half-baked windward sand step, and stumbled all the way over.

Drew who closed the door was also clever, seeing Song Lanjiang coming, the person was forceful, but the action of closing the door in his hand seemed to be stagnant for a moment, but it was still slowly closing when he looked closely.

Finally, when there was still half an hour left in the door, Song Lanjiang dodged in, and at this time, the door "banged" neatly closed, and Drew, who closed the door, walked by with his chest up, and passed by Song Lanjiang and secretly smiled at him, indicating that thanks to his expression.

Song Lanjiang knew that someone had helped him, so he smiled at Drew and nodded.

Everyone in the house saw that Song Lanjiang really entered the room at noon, and they couldn't help but be secretly surprised by this particularly edible kid.

Although the three helpers of the firewood room met Song Lanjiang on the first day, they also sweated for this serious and hard-working boy, watched Song Lanjiang enter the room on time, put their hearts at ease, and smiled at Song Lanjiang kindly.

Song Lanjiang's thinking is relatively simple, and eating in the room is the first place, not paying attention to the eyes of others, walking to the place where the rice is served, a pot of white buns, and a large pot of stewed vegetables and beef made of stuffed vegetables and beef on the side.

As soon as he walked up, the aroma of the dishes rushed to Song Lanjiang, making Song Lanjiang, who had been chopping firewood all morning, hungry again.

There is a folk proverb, half the size of the child eats the poor old man, Song Lanjiang is in the time of the half of the child, mixed on the street, there is no condition, Song Lanjiang controls his appetite, since breakfast knew that Lao Mo is full of food here, Song Lanjiang is like a new understanding of the world.

Song Lanjiang picked the largest rice bowl, filled it with stewed vegetables, took eight white buns, held a full pot of food in both hands, and walked to the place where he ate in the morning.

Although the people around him had been shocked by Song Lanjiang's appetite once in the morning, it was still eye-catching to see Song Lanjiang holding so much food again.

Sitting on the chair, Song Lanjiang learned from others, broke the white bun in his hand and put it into the vegetable basin, the white bun absorbed the soup of the stewed vegetables and became white and red, Song Lanjiang picked up the chopsticks and sowed a big mouthful in his mouth, and suddenly he felt a complex taste in his mouth.

Sweet, sweet and sour are matched with each other, the white bun that absorbs the soup is soft and hard, and the refreshing taste of seasonal vegetables and the heaviness of the beef are integrated, and for a time it seems to contain a bumper harvest in Song Bajiang's mouth.

This bite of food made the wolf-like Song Lanjiang pause, he decided that the first bite must be savored to live up to this beautiful moment, Song Lanjiang chewed slowly, while savoring the wonderful feeling produced by the combination of different foods.

Of course, Song Lanjiang finished eating this bite seriously, and returned to the state of the wind and clouds, a pot of stewed vegetables with eight white buns was quickly eaten by him, he got up in the stunned eyes of the crowd, walked over to take the same amount of food, and sat down again to fight against the food.

Seeing that Song Lanjiang was eating so exaggeratedly, everyone in the room unconsciously re-examined the food in their hands, then shook their heads and continued to eat their own food.

Chef Xiliang, who was sitting at the single table and was eating, looked at Song Lanjiang with more interest, and a smile appeared on the corner of his cold mouth.

Song Lanjiang swallowed the last bite of the white bun, suddenly felt that his whole body was full of vitality, and the haze in his heart was swept away, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then sorted out the table, Song Lanjiang walked out of the house.

Sure enough, he saw Drew basking in the courtyard again at the door.

Song Lanjiang thought of Drew's help just now, and took the initiative to walk over.

"Thank you. Song Lanjiang said in a very steady tone.

"You're welcome, but you almost couldn't get in today. Drew said leisurely.

"Not tomorrow, I've missed some time today. Song Lanjiang replied.

"What?" Drew asked.

"I set up the firewood and rearranged it according to the texture of the wood, and tomorrow it will be faster to split. Song Lanjiang said.

"Wood texture, you can't be a split Gobi ironwood, right?" Drew asked in surprise.

"Yes. Song Lanjiang returned calmly.

"You're amazing. Drew said this, his heart was full of surprise, he knew that the Gobi iron wood dedicated to Master Xiliang in the firewood room usually invited the samurai of the samurai regiment to concentrate on chopping once every time, and ordinary helpers couldn't do this at all.

Although Drew's mouth is fast, he is not stupid, and the work arranged by Master Xiliang, seeing that Song Lanjiang is not clear, he doesn't want to break the truth.