After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

"Bring me something to eat, I just haven't had lunch."

Principal Cui ate a few mouthfuls, then passed the bowl to Qu Zhong, and raised his chin towards the rice in the window.

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing such a request, Qu Zhong hummed suspiciously, and then took the bowl.

Isn't it causing trouble for the fat chef now, why has it become a real meal now.

The small soup bowl was filled with half a bowl of rice. Principal Cui shoveled it into his mouth after a few bites. After eating, he looked at the fat chef with a smile: "I have stayed in a comfortable environment for too long, and I have forgotten what the outside world is like." Does it look like it?"

"Principal, listen to my explanation..." The middle-aged woman didn't try the food, but glanced at the fat chef with an ugly expression, and then glanced at Qu Zhong.

"Let's go to the office and talk, don't delay the children going back to the dormitory."

After making a gesture of invitation to the middle-aged woman's sister and brother, Principal Cui turned to Qu Zhong again: "What's your name?"

"Qu Zhong, a second-year student in the Department of Agriculture." Qu Zhong answered very loudly, as if the people around him could not hear him.

"Good! Study hard."

Casting a half-smile look at Qu Zhong, Principal Cui nodded at the students, and he was already walking out of the cafeteria.

The child replied so loudly, it was clear that he was not afraid of other people's revenge, and it seemed that he had something to ask for.

Passing through the crowd in a hurry, Principal Cui led several people and quickly disappeared into the cafeteria.

And his lunch box...was still stuck upside down at the window where the lunch was served.

This matter fermented very quickly, and within a few days, this problem that had troubled students for several years was concluded, and it was posted on the school bulletin board.

Zhong Heng, who was considered half of the participants that day, dragged Qu Zhong to the bulletin board early, and began to read word by word with joy.

"Removal of the title of Deputy Director of the Political Department of Ren Min, expulsion from the party..."

With Zhong Heng's loud voice, more and more people came to watch the fun, and everyone was laughing and discussing.

But Qu Zhong's eyes were glued to the last few sentences.

The cafeteria will be recruited again, and the result will be decided by the students. The recruitment phone number is left behind, and the detailed position and salary are below.

Qu Zhong's eyes lit up when he saw the chef's monthly salary of 1 yuan, and he took out his mobile phone and began to record the phone number.

"Are you going to apply for a job as a chef?"

Fan Ci saw Qu Zhong's movements at a glance, pulled him back and asked in a low voice.

"Why are you pulling me back?"

Looking at Fan Ci suspiciously, Qu Zhong pressed the number and asked with a smile, "Do you want to apply too?"

This is just a joke. Fan Ci's family conditions are good at first glance, so there is no need to work part-time.

Unexpectedly, Fan Ci nodded seriously, and counted the places where he would spend money for Qu Zhonglie with his fingers: "My father's birthday is next month, I want to spend my own money to buy him some good wine, and my grandma... ..."

After counting a lot of pushes, he finally looked at Qu Zhong solemnly: "I'm really poor."

Qu Zhong: "..."

"Then you hold me..."

"I want to apply for a job as a cooking assistant. Anyway, there are few classes this semester, so it won't affect my work."

Looking at Fan Ci's thin arm, Qu Zhong hesitated for a long time before reaching a conclusion: "You want to be my assistant cook."

"Yeah!" Pushing the black-rimmed glasses, Fan Ci smiled and showed his white teeth: "Not only that, I also want to invest with you."

In the past few days, he watched Qu Zhong operate those stocks and futures on the computer, and he felt admiration.

I thought that he worked so hard before to change his current situation and inferiority complex, but he didn't expect that the knowledge he learned would be of great use.

Although Fan Ci couldn't understand how those big markets were operated, he could still count the final amount entered into the account.

Qu Zhong: "..."

So he is being relied upon...

The problem here has not been resolved yet, Zhong Heng rushed over in a bluff, smiled and put his arms around one and asked what the two of them were talking about just now.

Finally, after learning of Fan Ci's plan, not only did he not refuse, but he immediately raised his hand to say that he would go too.

"I don't think you will suffer."

In the end, Qu Zhong had no choice but to persuade him weakly. In his opinion, the two of them were purely on a whim. People who can't even cook are going to join in the fun.

"My dad is right, I just haven't suffered, I have to suffer to see."

Zhong Heng flicked his bangs with a smile, and winked at the school girls passing by thinking he was very chic.

"..."

"If you want to work in the kitchen, your hair is a big problem." Qu Zhong persuaded helplessly.

"Then cut it off, anyway, my handsomeness is not supported by my hair." Zhong Heng raised his head indifferently, led the two of them around a corner, and went directly to the barber shop outside the school gate.

It turns out that his handsomeness is indeed supported by his hairstyle!

With a crew cut, he completely disappeared among the many college students, and he also showed the pimples on his forehead, and he lost countless fans.

***

The application went very smoothly. When Qu Zhong went to the logistics department, the person agreed almost immediately when he heard his name.

When he asked, the logistics director in charge of recruitment smiled and said that the principal had specifically explained it.

At that time, the effect of the name he left aloud was quite obvious, and Principal Cui really understood what he meant.

But it is a pity that Fan Ci and Zhong Heng did not apply for the position of assistant cook. Even the handyman was explicitly rejected by the director. The reason given was that students should study hard.

The two gritted their teeth in hatred, but there was nothing they could do!

Not to mention that Zhong Heng touched the board on his head and almost lay down at the door of the director's office.

It's been a week since school started, and he still can't accept this fact.

Simply put, when Qu Zhong went to the cafeteria, he followed him, completely becoming a follower.

The two of them had just closed the bedroom door, when Liu Minghua withdrew his sad eyes from the door, and put on a kind look again.

"When did Zhong Heng and Qu Zhong become so close?"

"They." Fan Ci, who was staring at the screen, didn't notice Liu Minghua's expression, but subconsciously replied: "Actually, we didn't know this person too well before, Qu Zhong is quite good."

"pretty good……"

Liu Minghua wriggled his lips, turning the cold snort that was about to utter into a silent curse.

Why are they also from the countryside? The counselors are always the first to think of Qu Zhong when there are quotas in the class.

Even this quota for poor students was obtained at the last moment because someone withdrew from him.

poor student……

Thinking of this, Liu Minghua paused, his eyes flashed and he laughed silently.

He was going to make this villain a big name in school.

There was no class in the morning, so Qu Zhongben planned to go out early to get rid of the tail behind him.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Heng made up his mind to follow him. As soon as he got up, he immediately got up to wash up, and even cured the problem of staying in bed before.

"I used to think that farming was troublesome, but now I really eat what we grow ourselves, and the taste is really different."

Next to their ears was Zhong Heng's nagging voice, accompanying them all the way to the cafeteria.

As soon as he walked to the back kitchen, there were already several people standing there, all of whom were much older than him, dressed in neat chef uniforms, when they saw Qu Zhong coming, they shouted respectfully: "Chef Qu"

"Then let me take a look at today's materials, let's start preparing."

Qu Zhong didn't talk nonsense, pointing to a short and dark middle-aged man: "Uncle Long, come and help the cook today."

These middle-aged men are all food chefs recruited from the school, and one of them, called Uncle Long by Qu Zhong, is the husband of their housekeeper's aunt.

Uncle Long limped to Qu Zhong's side. His left leg, which was shorter than his right leg, was injured by a huge boulder while hitting a rock.

In Qu Zhong’s memory, the auntie in charge of the dormitory took great care of him seeing that he was born in poverty. Sometimes she bought some discounted fruit and gave him some, and even brought him some homemade sausages.

I remembered that I accidentally heard my aunt mention my wife. Because of a leg injury, I can only farm in my hometown now, and life is very difficult.

So Qu Zhong proposed to let him also apply for the post of the cafeteria, so that he could teach him how to cook, and let the old couple reunite by the way.

"You just watch the ratio of the seasoning carefully, and you can try it tomorrow."

All the dishes have been prepared, Qu Zhong glanced around, and already had a general understanding of the lunch menu.

While changing clothes, he was talking to Uncle Long about the precautions for the crispy small yellow croaker that he was going to make later, Qu Zhong took out a notebook, which recorded many exclusive recipes in detail.

As long as Uncle Long keeps up with his basic functions, he will be able to sit firmly in the position of chef in this cafeteria in the future.

"Thank you so much! Xiao Qu." Uncle Long's dark face flushed with excitement, and he took the notebook carefully and put it in his coat pocket.

"Then, let's start!"

The canteen in the school has been reformed, and now there are four windows, each with a chef, and the dishes are decided by the chefs themselves.

It's only past ten o'clock, and there are already several students with lunch boxes playing on the phone on the seat in front of window No. [-] that Qu Zhong is in charge of. Their goal is very clear, that is to wait for him to cook the dishes and compete for the first place.

"I found that the more I know you, the more I feel that I don't know you."

Seeing Qu Zhong talking to Uncle Long gently, Zhong Heng expressed his doubts from the bottom of his heart, and ate a freshly fried small yellow croaker by the way.

"Hey—it's hot."

"You said you were here to help the cook, but in fact you came here to steal food." Qu Zhong looked at Zhong Heng who was grinning hotly, and Qu Zhong kicked him lightly, dumbfounded: "Go away, the oil is hot."

Even in front of the high-power range hood, the aroma of the fried food wafted out a lot. The students sitting outside all looked into the glass window to see what new dishes were released in the second window today.

"smell good!"

"I really regret that I didn't apply for the job at that time, otherwise I would be able to eat the freshest ones now."

"That's right, I heard that the chef is a student of our school."

"You said, who can find him as a boyfriend, why worry about having nothing to eat."

One of the cute brown-haired girls stretched her neck, staring at the busy Qu Zhong inside.

And Luo Ying, who was pulled over by her before she woke up, looked at the kitchen sleepily, and a sense of familiarity rose in her mind.

Where has she seen this man?

Qu Zhong?Qu Zhong?

correct!She remembered that someone with this name seemed to be chasing her last year, and then she gave up after making a boyfriend.

Standing up and going to the window to have a closer look, she was finally sure that it was this person, and hurriedly retreated in two or three steps, ignoring her roommate's yelling, and covered her face with a lunch box and ran away.

Qu Zhong: "..."

Qu Zhong, whose five senses are much stronger than ordinary people, had seen her a long time ago, and was still a little puzzled when he saw her run away inexplicably.

And...he didn't see it at all, that was the heroine of this article - Luo Ying.