The world of film and television starts from being a chef

There are three grades in total, that is, about [-] students.

Excluding hundreds of students who may go home to eat, plus hundreds of faculty and staff who eat at school, 3000 people eat in such a cafeteria every day.

When the get out of class bell rang, countless students ran out of the teaching building in a few strides, and went to the cafeteria to line up to buy food, as if they were charging on the battlefield.

As a freshman, He Xiao arrived here for the first time and didn't understand the situation, so he ran over slowly with a few classmates.

When they walked into the cafeteria, they realized that there were seven or eight long snake-like queues that were already 50 meters away.

But the number of teams was still increasing rapidly, and after a while, the last person stood outside the cafeteria.

Is this person too much?

It was the first time for He Xiao to know that it was so difficult to have a meal.

"He Xiao, He Xiao..."

"Huh? Sister Huaihua?"

He Xiao was about to queue up outside the cafeteria when he heard someone calling him. He looked back and found that it was Huaihua, the neighbor next door to the courtyard house.

Sophora japonica's nickname is Jia Hua, and it was originally two ranks higher than He Xiao.

However, because high schools and universities did not attend classes seriously in the past few years, Huaihua was admitted to a key high school after resuming classes last year.

Now, Huaihua is one level higher than He Xiao.

"Come here, give me the lunch box and tickets, and I'll buy them for you."

Sophora Sophora has a very good impression of He Xiao.

The He family had no shortage of food and clothing since childhood. In the courtyard, the four children of the He family often had snacks in their pockets.

All the friends are willing to play with the children of the He family, because they always share their snacks generously.

Sophora Huai had also received a lot of snacks from He Xiao before.

Meeting at the same school at this time, I naturally feel close.

He Xiao was stopped by Sophora Huaihua, and several male classmates around him immediately booed.

He Xiao was a little ashamed. He didn't want to say hello to Huaihua at first, but he hesitated for a while. Looking at the long line, he finally decided not to wrong his stomach:

"Okay, Sister Huaihua."

He Xiao handed the lunch box and food stamps to Huaihua, and then stood beside her, slowly walking forward with the flow of people.

"What do you want to eat?"

Huaihua checked the food stamps He Xiao gave, and asked in surprise, "Why did you give me so many food stamps?"

He Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then he looked at the food stamp in Huaihua's hand again, and scratched his head shyly: "Sister Huaihua, there is nothing wrong with the food stamp, I eat a lot, and two catties of food stamps may not be enough."

"Then what do you want to eat? Big steamed buns cost one tael of food stamps, steamed buns and sesame cakes cost two taels of food stamps, a jar of porridge cost one tael of food stamps, and vegetables, without meat, are two taels of food stamps. The meaty ones are three taels, and the big meat ones are four taels.”

He Xiao had already eaten in the cafeteria in the morning, and knowing the price, he said directly, "I'll just have one serving of millet porridge, one serving of meat and vegetables, four steamed buns, and four sesame seed cakes."

When Huaihua heard this, she was startled: "He Xiao, you bought so much, can you finish it by yourself?"

He Xiao was a little shy when questioned by Huaihua, but he still insisted on saying: "I practice martial arts every day, and I consume a lot of energy. When I am at home, these may not be enough to eat."

"Then you eat a lot, but how do you take it?"

"The sesame seed cakes can be stacked on top of each other, but the buns are all fist-sized buns, so it's not easy to hold a lunch box."

"It's okay, Baozi is wrapped in paper and put in your pocket."

He Xiao was also prepared, and took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket as he spoke.

Seeing Sophora japonica, she immediately smiled, she was well prepared.

While speaking, it was Sophora japonica's turn.

Huaihua ordered her own first, and then gave He Xiao some.

After a while, the two left under the surprised eyes of everyone.

When preparing to eat, Sophora and He Xiao sat separately.

Boys and girls are not allowed to get too close in school.

The canteen is a key supervision area.

"He Xiao, come earlier next time, if you are late, you may not have any food."

As Sophora Hua said, she found a female classmate and sat down.

He Xiao could only find an empty seat and sit down.

The people next to him watched him finish a fist-sized steamed stuffed bun in a few bites, and they were stunned.

After eating the buns, I started eating sesame seed cakes again.

The biscuits are not finished yet, and the dishes are gone.

In the end, He Xiao could only drink millet porridge and swallow the burnt biscuits.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have ordered two dishes."

Back in the classroom, many students in the class did not go to the cafeteria to eat,

Some of these students brought their own dry food from home.

There are also students who left steamed buns after breakfast.

Most of these students are girls.

Boys bring their own dry food, usually for the sake of face, they will go back to the dormitory to eat.

There are also some qualified students who will run home to eat at noon.

When He Yushui was in high school, he craved He Yuzhu's cooking, and went home to eat at noon every day, and also brought a dinner for dinner.

Whether it is a courtyard house or a small villa of Lou's family, it is four or five kilometers away from the school.

He Xiao thought for a while, and put out the idea of ​​going home for dinner.

In the afternoon, the school has a physical education class.

Although He Xiao is strong and strong, he doesn't want to show off. He just follows the crowd, doing gymnastics, running, pulling on the horizontal bar, and playing table tennis.

A few students borrowed school basketballs from the teacher and jumped up and down on the basketball court.

He Xiao didn't know how to fight, so he didn't go to see it.

After the last self-study class in the afternoon, everyone rushed to the cafeteria and found that there were not many people queuing up for dinner.

He Xiao asked. It turned out that many senior students had prepared meals before the self-study class.

It turns out that the lunch serving time is only from 11:30 to one o'clock.

Among them, from 11:30 to [-] o'clock, under normal circumstances, only the faculty and staff come to cook.

Students can only squeeze in the hour from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] to eat.

The dinner service time is from 06:30 pm to [-]:[-] pm.

The last self-study class in the afternoon starts at five o'clock.

In order to save trouble, some students simply prepare meals before self-study classes.

Eat dinner early when there is no teacher in class.

There are also some classes where the self-study class is not supervised by the teacher, so the students simply slip away and come to eat early.

It's true, the cook, the cook soul, and the cook are all masters.

He Xiao ate dinner and went back to class.

In the evening, there were two nights of self-study, and after the class was over, a group of people rushed towards the dormitory again.

The weather was very hot in September, and many people were sweaty and sticky after a day of class.

Those who ran back desperately wanted to be the first to take a cold bath.

When He Xiao returned to the dormitory, the naked boys had already occupied the bathroom, as well as the place where he could wash his face and brush his teeth.

If you are late, just wait with the washbasin.

Of course, there were also some impatient ones, who took a basin of water from the faucet and started washing outside the bathroom door.

He Xiao looked at the students coming and going in the corridor, and finally waited in line.

After finally queuing up and taking a shower.

He Xiao returned to the dormitory and lay on the mat, feeling that the temperature of the mat was scalding his back.

This is of course the illusion of having just taken a shower.

There are no fans in the school, so everyone can only open the doors and windows, hoping to blow a draft in the dormitory to cool everyone down.

There are a total of eight students in the dormitory, everyone didn't know each other yesterday, and today they are at most familiar.

There was not much interest in the conversation.

However, there are always one or two poor-mouthed classmates who go around looking for someone to chat with.

He Xiao was lying down when he suddenly heard someone asking outside the door: "Is He Xiao in this dormitory?"

He Xiao crawled out of the mosquito net, and saw that the people looking for him were two junior high school classmates.

The black-faced one is called Liu Kangqiao, and the elder who named him does not know if he likes the poem "Farewell to Cambridge Again".

The tall and thin one with a pale face is called Wu Liyou. The name is quite domineering, for no reason?

The three of them sat together and chatted for a while. It turned out that the two were assigned to the same class, but they were just two dormitories.

Because Liu Kangqiao took a second look in the crowd just now and saw He Xiao living in this dormitory, so he wanted to come over for a chat.

Wu Liyou was not very interested in talking, and most of the conversations were between He Xiao and Liu Kangqiao.

In high school, although the three of them were in the same class, He Xiao and Liu Kangqiao had a good relationship, but they had an ordinary relationship with Wu Liyou and had few opportunities to talk.

The reason was that Wu Liyou was a repeat student.

Wu Liyou's parents are both workers. Because of their low education level, they have extremely strict requirements on their son's education.

Wu Liyou failed the key high school last year, so he repeated his studies in He Xiao's class for a year before he was admitted to this key high school.

Of course, regardless of Wu Liyou's situation, after all, he came from the same school, and now that they are together, they must feel close.

The three chatted for a long time, and waited until the lights in the dormitory were turned off before the two left.

Perhaps two old classmates came to look for him, which relieved He Xiao's tense mood all day, and he fell asleep as soon as he went back to bed.

Chapter 37 He Yuzhu wants to buy a house

After He Yuzhu returned to Sijiu City, he had only rested for two days, and many people knew the news.

Then all kinds of wine invitations were sent home.

He Yuzhu knew what these people were up to.

It is nothing more than the leaders of some factories asking themselves about the machines.

The level of domestic machines is indeed quite different from that of foreign countries.

He Yuzhu was able to get the machine from here, which made him a capable person in the eyes of some people.

Chinese people have always been generous with their praise and praise for "capable people".

He Yuzhu, who knew that his wealth was not in vain, really felt that he couldn't hide from these invitations, and he really didn't want to live this kind of life of drinking and meat every day.

After all, there is an old saying that goes well, you don't get paid for nothing.

Not to mention that He Yuzhu didn't have the right to distribute the machines, just that he had only been out for a month this time, and he hadn't gotten the machines back yet.

He Yuzhu did not know how to reply to the leaders of these factories when he participated in the banquets arranged by these factories.

It's a pity that those factory leaders don't care so much, they just want to build a good relationship with He Yuzhu.

Today this invitation goes to Sada Shun, and tomorrow the invitation goes to Eighth Building.

In just a few days, He Yuzhu had a miserable life.

This morning, Lou Xiaoe woke up and saw the man still lying on the bed, she was a little surprised: "Zhuzi, are you not going out today?"

He Yuzhu stared in confusion, looked at the alarm clock, it was almost seven o'clock, shook his head, and said: