I'm not really the protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

The head of the school was sitting at the top, with a few teachers standing on the left, and Chen Qingqing and Luo Qingyu standing on the right.

The director of White Deer Park is named Chen Renze, his characters are like his own, elegant and elegant, with a book fragrance all over his body.

Chen Renze, who was always gentle on weekdays, was full of anger at this moment, and he asked the reason for the fight in a cold voice.

Lu Dayou replied first that it was Sun Changwei who made the first move and insulted people with words.

Sun Changwei refuted fiercely with his neck flushed.

Chen Ren didn't listen to what the two of them had to say, and signaled the onlookers to come out and talk.

Everyone talked about what they saw in detail, without prejudice.

But Sun Changwei's complexion was wrong when he heard it. Although it didn't sound like much difference, the more he listened, the more it was his fault.

After Chen Renze and the gentlemen finished listening, they looked at Su Jiabao and Lu Da with a more relaxed gaze.

They nodded inwardly, they didn't expect Su Jiabao to be more sensible after being ill this time, this fight was thanks to him for fighting, otherwise, it would be a big shame to report that there was a collective fight and injury in Bailu Park near Qiuwei.

Luo Qingyu, who was standing on Chen Renze's right, also looked at Su Jiabao, smiled and nodded, her eyes full of praise.

Chen Qingqing, who was on the side, sighed inwardly after seeing the eyes of her father and Luo Qingyu, you two nerds.

Then she turned her head and looked at Su Jiabao who was standing obediently and sincerely admitting her mistake, she felt a little funny, seeing that the occasion was wrong, she endured it.

In the end, Sun Changwei and his party were fined to copy "On Chinese Studies" once, and everyone's faces turned pale when they heard the words. The "On National Studies" has nearly two hundred pages, and they have to copy it off.

Because of Su Jiabao's technical contention, he was not punished at all, while Lu Dayou and others were fined to stand and attend lectures for three days.

The matter was resolved perfectly, and everyone dispersed.

After school was over in the afternoon, Lu Dayou squeezed into Su Jiabao's carriage, gave a thumbs up, praised in a rough voice, his face was full of pride, as if he was the one who did something bad and got away with it.

Su Jiabao just leaned lazily, eating tea leisurely, there was a little cunning in the depths of his smiling eyes.

Lu Dayou thought that his way of hiding Chen Cang was to escape punishment, but it was not the case.

On the second day, Su Jiabao brought five big food boxes, and when it was time for lunch, he said to the people in the dining room: "Everyone, thanks to your generous words yesterday, today's meal, I will treat you .”

After what happened yesterday, everyone also vaguely noticed that Su Jiabao seemed to be calmer, so they no longer avoided it. They all waved their hands to express that they should, but they couldn't refuse Su Jiabao's kindness. The aroma of the food on the big table has filled the entire dining room, and even drifted to the next dining room with the wind.

At the entrance of the dining room, there were a few heads from the dining room next door poking in. When they saw the three tables full of delicious food, their faces became tangled. They could only swallow their saliva, hold their breath secretly, and then take a deep breath, like a goose stretching its neck, it was funny.

Seeing this, Su Jiabao welcomed them in with a smile, saying that everyone just eat.

Dishes that are delicious in color, fragrance and flavor make people unable to take their eyes off their eyes and make their lips full of fluid.

A group of people sat down politely and picked up the dishes dignifiedly. Although they were prepared in their hearts, they still couldn't calm down at the moment when the dishes were eaten.

The taste is either fresh, tender, waxy, crispy, or spicy... The moment the tip of the tongue explodes, the pupils light up, and the delicacy can no longer be described in words.

Everyone could no longer maintain the etiquette of a scholar, and when the chopsticks were served again, the speed was obviously much faster than the first time, and some people couldn't help but ask the name of the dish.

Su Jiabao replied with a light smile.

“This dish is lotus root in sauce”

He pointed to another dish and said, "This dish is spicy chicken."

"This is sweet and sour pork."

"Boil yellow croaker."

"Blue Sky Lotus Leaf Casserole"

Everyone ate up all the food, they didn't feel satisfied, their stomachs seemed to be even more empty, but they still wanted to eat, and asked where the food came from, if it was a restaurant, they would definitely go there, no matter how far away it was.

Su Jiabao has been waiting for them here for a long time. There are not many students in this White Deer Garden, there are about a hundred of them. These people come from the three surrounding states and cities, and all of them are from rich families. They are either the children of rich merchants or the children of government officials. If they go to support Qingjiang Tower on the reopening day, then Qingjiang Tower will get a wave of free publicity.

If all their family members became repeat customers, based on their family background and status, Qingjiang Tower would easily gain the favor of the upper class, and money would naturally flow in like a river.

Of course, there are also people from poor families in the White Deer Park. Although they can't get their money, but they can enter the White Deer Park. There is always no harm.

Seeing the appearance of these official and wealthy children eager to spend money, Su Jiabao smiled inwardly, but with a puzzled expression on his face, he said, "You don't know?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"This is Qingjianglou's dish."

Everyone wondered, isn't Qingjiang Tower closing soon?If there are such delicacies, how can it be closed?

Su Jiabao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a "tsk", with a little disdain on his face: "Look at you, you are ignorant."