Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Zhao Siyuan raised his little finger and made a gesture of picking his nose, "You like my uncle? Do you want to give you the contact information?"

"Go away."

Zhao Siyuan flicked his finger, exited the full screen with a laugh, and glanced at the lower right corner, "Yo, it's so late."

"What do you think, if you play like this, you will die from overwork sooner or later."

"Hey, I don't know who forgot to do the ppt while playing."

"I didn't save it because I turned off the lights!"

"All right, all right, you're right, how are you doing, have you been fooled?"

"Hey, forget about it..."

Jiang Wei chatted with Zhao Siyuan, and complained about his ppt performance, and when the complaints were over, the rest of the boredom in his heart was gone.

Anyway, it was Friday, and tomorrow they could sleep in. The two of them simply held a bottle of beer each, played games and chatted, and kept going after the lights were turned off. The quarrel continued until one or two o'clock before Jiang Wei returned to his dormitory.

When my heart is refreshed, my body relaxes, and as soon as my head touches the pillow, I fall asleep in less than three seconds.

It was supposed to be a very refreshing sleep, but after two hours, Jiang Wei woke up.

It's not that I can't sleep, it's that I was woken up.

His stomach was growling, he wanted to get a tuba, he took out his phone to check the time, 03:40, oops, it's the middle of the night...

I really don't want to get out of bed.

Bear with it.

Jiang Wei stared at the screen hesitantly. After a while, he fell asleep again, but after a while, he still woke up. Looking at the time, only ten minutes had passed, and the feeling of wanting to be bigger was stronger than before.

It is estimated that I ate too much that night. It seems that I will not be able to sleep if I don't clear this inventory.

Jiang Wei sat up with sleepy eyes, climbed out of bed reluctantly, clutched his stomach and ran to the toilet, and made a quick decision. When he came back to check the time, it only took 5 minutes, but it didn't waste time.

Drink some water, climb up and continue to sleep.

I don't know how long I've been asleep, and in a daze, Jiang Wei heard his stomach rumbling again. It was the intestines screaming, not counting the screaming, and he was still writhing inside while screaming. I almost feel like I have a crappy band in my stomach, and the chatter won't stop for a moment.

My stomach is in such a mess, even if I can't think clearly.

Jiang Wei opened his eyes in the dark, tucked his ankles and necks into the quilt, curled up sideways into a cooked shrimp, and covered his stomach with his hands.

After a while, he climbed out of bed again and went straight to the toilet.

This time it took Jiang Wei more than ten minutes to come out, sweating profusely, squatting until his feet were weak, but he finally felt empty and relaxed in his stomach.

I pulled out everything that could be pulled out, so I can sleep well this time, right?Jiang Wei climbed onto the bed and wrapped up the quilt, hoping it would be good.

but……

Half an hour later, he ran to the toilet again.

If it is said that one time is eating too much, and two times is clearing inventory, then three times is a bad stomach.Jiang Wei usually pays more attention to what he eats, and rarely has diarrhea, so he didn't prepare diarrhea medicine. It's midnight now, and he can't ask someone to borrow it, so he has to drink some hot water and crawl back to cover it.

At this moment, my stomach was not only rumbling, but also began to hurt, dull pain, intermittently.

Jiang Wei looked at his mobile phone from time to time, feeling that time passed very slowly. At this moment, the sweat on his forehead started to increase, but his body was cold. Even though he had covered the quilt tightly, he still felt the wind blowing in. .

That night, Jiang Wei went to the toilet seven times in total.Waking up from sleep, hurting for a while, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

In the process of going back and forth between the bed and the toilet, he counted what he had eaten in the past two days, and after much deliberation, he found that the bowl of noodles was the most suspicious.

The last thing he ate was that bowl of noodles, and the stuff he made out of leftovers was unreliable after thinking about it. Maybe some of the ingredients had gone bad, maybe it was the minced beef.

Jiang Wei had a stomachache, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He scolded the cook, the cafeteria, and even the school more than a dozen times in his heart. He couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but he was sure that the last time he pulled, Tiandu Bright.

This sleep, has been sleeping until noon.

His stomach was empty, and he didn't want to stretch anymore, but he hadn't slept almost all night, and when he sat up, he felt a golden star on his forehead.

At this moment, everyone else in the dormitory had gone out to play, and Jiang was the only one left.

He was a little bit fond of digging into a dead end, but when he was alone, he got into it even more.Recalling the toss of the night, he came to a conclusion—there was something wrong with that bowl of noodles.

Even though he insisted on begging the master to make it, and even though it was past meal time, he couldn't give him a bowl of broken noodles.

The more Jiang Wei thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and he didn't care about seeing a doctor and buying medicine, so he went to the Seventh Canteen first.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a long line, almost half the length of the cafeteria.

And the head of the team is at the second window.

He didn't usually eat in the cafeteria, and the No. [-] cafeteria was far away from their dormitory, so he seldom went there. Only after seeing the battle now, did he know how hot the second window was.

His mood also became a little hot.

There are so many people, I don't know how many have diarrhea!

Jiang Wei bypassed the long queue and headed straight to window No. [-], and found the one with a more familiar figure among several busy cooks.

The cook was cutting the beef, and Jiang Weiwei was not sure if he was the one from yesterday.

At this time, I heard someone next to me say: "Student, please line up." It is the student who is currently ranked first.

Hearing this, the cook raised his head, and Jiang Wei happened to meet his gaze.

It's him, it's the eyes!

Jiang Wei pondered for a while and said, "That yesterday..." But he was interrupted as soon as he said it.

"Go to line up." The cook said to him.

Jiang Wei could hear the arrogance in the usual tone.

"I'm not here to eat noodles!" The tone has unconsciously become a little more serious.

"I only have noodles in this window." The cook stopped looking at him after finishing speaking, and continued to cut the beef.

Jiang Wei also looked at the beef, thinking that this might be the same batch of beef that I ate yesterday, if there is something wrong with this meat, it will be eaten by bad people.

"I'm not here to eat, I'm..."

"If you do this, it will affect my work." The cook looked at Jiang Yiyi again.

Jiang Wei interpreted the provocation from it, and his heart was instantly on fire, but he still suppressed his tone.

"You work? Okay, you work, then tell me, is there a problem with your beef?"

The cook stopped the knife and looked up, "There can be no problem."

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Wei felt blocked.

"Impossible? You can't finish it with one sentence?"

"Yes, it's impossible." The cook's eyes were a little cold, "Please don't affect my work, there are so many people waiting." He pointed to the line.

"There may be something wrong with your beef, don't use it first, check it before you say it." Jiang Wei spoke steadily, but with an aggressive taste.

"I said, no problem, no need to check." The cook's tone did not show any weakness.

"No need to check? I ate your noodles yesterday, and I had diarrhea when I got back!" Jiang Wei said, looking at the students in front of the row, "One night, I haven't eaten anything else except your noodles , You still say that you have no problem here? Even if the beef is not bad, it is the flour. You have to be responsible for making things for people to eat! Now if you don’t check and just insist, what kind of attitude is it?”

At the window, other cooks gathered around and asked what happened.There has also been commotion on the student side.

The cook didn't respond to the other chefs' questions, Chong Jiangwei said: "Who is insisting now? You say there is something wrong with the ingredients here, do you have evidence?"

Jiang Wei raised the volume, "I ate your noodles and got diarrhea, this is the evidence! And you didn't check at all, just insisted that there is no problem, you are simply guilty!"

"My noodles are fine." The cook said the same thing.

"You said there's no problem, so it's all right? You..."

"Students, don't worry, the materials used in our school cafeteria are all good, and they are all purchased together." An older cook came out to smooth things over, "Xiao Han, please speak well, this is all a misunderstanding , Just explain it clearly, ah, don’t make trouble with a student, it’s okay.”

Before Jiang Wei answered, a short cook muttered in a low voice behind him, "We are purchasing together, Han Zilu is not..."

The older man immediately glared at him, but Jiang Wei had already heard it, and felt that he was right, "Your name is Han Zilu? I just suspect that your things are not clean. You have the responsibility to check them before the results come out." , I think this window should be closed first, this is responsible for the students." He pointed at the tumultuous student team, "So many people come to eat, if the food is spoiled, you are responsible? Can you afford it?"

Although he said what you said, his eyes were only fixed on one target.

The other cooks were chattering, saying everything, and the older one was trying to smooth things over, telling Jiang Wei that this window was not closed at any time, it was all a misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding.

But Han Zilu, who was the person involved, didn't speak, just staring at Jiang Wei.

At this moment, Jiang Wei felt that he had caught the other party's handle, and stared back, "Who is in charge of this cafeteria? Call the manager out, let's make it clear, don't let some people do things that are unconscionable, it seems reasonable of."

As soon as these words came out, Han Zilu directly threw the rag to wipe his hands on the table, turned around and left.

"Hey, Xiao Han! Don't just leave like this!" The older man was very embarrassed, chased after a few steps, and then turned back to tell the cooks, "Stop your work first, don't mess around. Talk." After the explanation, the students who lined up were asked to disperse first.

At this moment, the dining hall of No. [-] Cafeteria became lively, and the students chatted about it.

Jiang Wei didn't care about others, just stood at the window and waited.Han Zilu and the others didn't come out after going in. There were only a few little cooks standing by the window, occasionally going in to see the situation.

Jiang Wei asked several times, but no one said anything to him.

Just when he felt that this matter would not come to fruition, two little cooks came over and began to close the windows.

Seeing the effect, Jiang Weiyi hurriedly asked what's the matter, the short cook had a gloating expression on his face, "Han Zilu was called away by our manager, are you going to wait here for an explanation, or what?"

When Jiang Wei came, he didn't expect to get an explanation, but seeing someone deal with it now is already the expected result.In any case, if the manager of the cafeteria asks, the noodles with problems will definitely not be taken out for students to eat.

Feeling relieved, he didn't bother to stick around here anymore, and went directly to the school hospital.

At the same time, Han Zilu was standing in the manager's office.

Zhang Jian, the canteen manager, is a man in his 40s. He looks dry and thin. He really doesn't look like a catering worker. In fact, he really doesn't care about what his canteen does every day, and only cares about administration.

Right now, he was sitting behind the desk, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea, blowing down the tea leaves floating on the surface, without even looking at Han Zilu who was standing opposite.

He didn't speak, and Han Zilu didn't speak either. After two hours of making tea, the manager smacked his lips, put down the cup, folded his hands, and looked at Han Zilu's face.

"Xiao Han, do you remember how long you have been here?"

"half an hour."

"I'm asking how long you've been working here."

"Less than half a year."

Zhang Jian twitched cheekily, "You're still so quiet, Xiao Han, I'm not talking about you, think about it for yourself, how much trouble you have caused me in the past six months." He pointed to the top of his head, "You Look, my gray hair has grown by half because of you."

Han Zilu didn't speak.

Zhang Jian felt a little more at ease, "I also know that young people just have a lot of ideas, they like new things, they like changes, and they like to prove themselves. I understand this, but look, what's the result?"

Han Zilu pursed his lips, but still didn't say anything.

Seeing him like that, Zhang Jian felt more at ease, "You said that the materials we purchased were not good, and you said that you have to purchase them yourself. Although I was very embarrassed, I agreed to you, right? Your food is delicious, we There is light in the Seventh Canteen, and so is my face, but Xiao Han, enough is enough, do you understand? You young people are competitive, and you can’t say it’s bad, but you do a good job at this window, and other windows How to do it? I know how many people have opinions on you. If I hadn’t said good things for you... don’t forget to mention it, I just want to tell you that although I can understand you, you also need to know that we , It’s a university cafeteria, not a five-star hotel, you, since you’re here, you have to work hard, don’t think too much about what you have, I’m doing this for your own good.”

Han Zilu finally opened his mouth and only said three words, "Got it".

Zhang Jianneng could see that his complexion was getting uglier and his heart was getting more and more fulfilled.

It's just a little bit of fun to be this aggrieved little manager.

In fact, Zhang Jian also knew that a person like Han Zilu would not make mistakes in the ingredients, but since he had the opportunity, he wanted to stand up in front of him, so he began to preach again, "You may look down on the cook in the cafeteria, but the cook in the cafeteria There is a cafeteria, we make food for students to eat, the taste is not important, but compared with safety, it is definitely not that important, you..."

"What do you mean?" This was the first time Han Zilu interrupted Zhang Jian.

"What do I mean? You still don't understand what I mean?" Zhang Jian couldn't hold back, "There is something wrong with something you made, and students blocked you at the window to make trouble. Why do you ask me?"

"What I make is fine." Han Zilu said, taking off his hat.

"Whether there is a problem is up to you! It's up to me!" Zhang Jian stood up while supporting the table.

"I have the final say." Han Zilu threw his hat and coat on the desk, turned his head and left.

Zhang Jian was in a hurry, "Okay! You drag it! Don't come back if you have the ability!"