Chapter 78. Luo Cheng talks about gossip

Luo Yihang had a busy day.

But for Luo Cheng at home, the new day starts with gossip.

morning.

Luo Yihang took the village head's grandmother to the town in Qiangwa's car.

Not long after we left, the food truck from the city hospital arrived. They had surgical meals for the doctors performing the surgery, so we had to take them back early.

After a while, another Wuling with the back seats removed stopped at the door.

The truck carrying goods from No. 3 Middle School also arrived.

The driver had a thermos in his pocket. He got out of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the empty basket.

There was no rush to load the dishes.

First, look inside the door.

Seeing that it was Luo Cheng who came out to greet him, he was immediately happy and greeted him from a distance, "Brother, it's you who's here today."

"Of course, the kid goes out early in the morning." Luo Cheng responded, walked closer and pointed at a few baskets at the door and said, "They are all here, shall we load them for you?"

"No hurry, no hurry." The driver waved his hand, took out the thermos and opened it, "Brother, please help me get some water. I ate too much salt this morning and I'm thirsty."

Luo Cheng didn't say anything. He took the cup into the house, poured a cup and brought it out.

The driver thanked him, put the cup to his lips and blew on it, first took a sip, then spat out two mouthfuls of tea leaves.

Then he leaned against the car door and asked, "Brother, are you busy? Want to chat for a while?"

Let’s chat for a while. Just chat for a while.

Luo Cheng took out a cigarette box, handed a cigarette to the driver, and then took out one and lit it.

The two of them gathered at the door to take a break.

Luo Cheng doesn't smoke often and doesn't carry any cigarettes with him. He only packed a bag these few days when the driver from No. 3 Middle School came to pick up vegetables.

The driver's surname is Zhang. He works in the logistics department of No. 3 Middle School. Every time he comes, he likes to catch some fish and smoke a cigarette.

Anyway, the cafeteria of No. 3 Middle School only cooks at noon, so we have plenty of time.

But it’s just like Luo Cheng.

They are of the same age, one in his early fifties and the other almost fifty, and they have something to talk about.

It would not be like this if Luo Yihang was here, he felt that the young boss was difficult to talk to.

"This thing in your house is really causing trouble for our leader." Master Zhang is very experienced in chatting and joking. He would throw out an interesting topic as soon as he opened his mouth to induce people to ask questions.

"Eh?" Luo Cheng immediately fell into the trap and asked, "What's wrong? Is the thing bad?"

"Well, how could it be bad?" Master Zhang slapped his thigh, "It's just too good, too good. That's why there's trouble."

"Huh?" Luo Cheng didn't understand. "What's going on? Tell me."

"Then give me a cucumber and I'll tell you everything."

...So you were waiting here.

It seems that he is very confident about this gossip and has even started to ask for benefits.

Luo Cheng went back to the kitchen and washed a cucumber and brought it out. It was one of the cucumbers he had kept for his family, and he did not touch the ones from No. 3 Middle School.

Master Zhang took it and bit the cucumber head without hesitation.

I had never noticed before, but Master Zhang has a really big mouth. He could bite off half of a cucumber that was more than a foot long in one bite, filling his cheeks. The delicious taste lingered in his mouth, and it took him a long time to swallow it reluctantly.

He thought about it for a long time before telling the story.

Weiwei was particularly keen and went all the way to the day of negotiating the vegetable supply contract.

……

That morning, the last class of Class 3-6 ended.

The teacher rarely extended the class, but he did not announce the end of the get out of class, so the students had to wait.

Soon after, several teachers from the senior grade group pushed the door open and organized the students to line up and go to the cafeteria to eat together.

On the way, students from other classes were walking towards the cafeteria in groups of three or five. Although they were heading in the same direction, they were the only class acting collectively, and with their teacher leading them, they attracted everyone's attention along the way. The students were quite interested, but they didn't know what they were going to do.

Even when we arrived at the cafeteria, we were not allowed to stop. We went straight to the second floor. The cafeteria upstairs is for faculty and school leaders. Students are generally not allowed to go there. It's so mysterious.

This time, we went up to the second floor together under the watchful eyes of everyone, and I felt a little proud.

The students of Class 6 went to the second floor with great curiosity. They found that it was no different from the floor below. There were also rows of long tables for eight people and plastic chairs fixed on the tables.

The only special thing is that the kitchen of the small canteen on the second floor is close to the dining room and you can see directly into it.

After coming up, the teachers announced that today would be a special class and everyone could leave.

With a bang, the students of Class 6 dispersed, chattering enthusiastically as they found places to sit. Each of them looked towards the kitchen with curiosity and trepidation.

There are also some who are particularly hardworking. They turn a deaf ear to everything outside and even bring their books to the cafeteria, doing a few exercises before the meal arrives.

In the back kitchen.

Seeing that all the students had arrived, Mr. Wang waved his hand with a serious face.

The chefs in front of the four large stoves immediately took action and heated up the oil in the woks.

Gradually, gradually.

A fragrance wafted out.

The students who were chattering stopped talking, and the students who were doing exercises put down their papers. They all stretched their necks in unison, sniffing and looking towards the kitchen.

Just like little chickens about to be plucked...

……

Mr. Wang brought back two hundred kilograms of vegetables this time.

Following Teacher Qu's suggestion, we took out fifty kilograms of food first and asked the ordinary chef in the cafeteria to prepare a meal using the big pot cooking method.

Try giving special lessons to a class of senior high school students.

The purpose is to eliminate the influence of cooking skills and to test the attitude of children who are not anorexic towards this dish.

The result, of course, had no effect.

As soon as the big pots of food were placed on the table, the children ate them with relish, as if they were little pigs fighting for food.

The school leaders who were observing from outside were relieved to see that all the children were equal in front of the food and looked full of energy.

Fifteen yuan per pound of expensive vegetables, 150 pounds a day, is not a small amount, and they have to bear huge risks.

Once you let go of this worry, other things will pop up.

The smell of food wafts out, it's so fragrant.

From the principal to the vice principal to the grade teacher and even the chef, everyone was so hooked that they couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

"Ahem..." The principal clenched his fist and coughed lightly to cover up the action of swallowing saliva, and whispered to Chef Wang: "Chef Wang, there are still 150 kilograms today, how about letting the faculty and staff have a taste tonight?"

Master Wang frowned, a little reluctant, but the principal had spoken.

He leaned over to the principal's ear and whispered, "But principal, if we use it all today, then tomorrow..."

That means if the contract is not completed, it will be gone tomorrow.

The principal understood and winked, "Don't worry, I'll sign it this afternoon."

OK, Chef Wang nodded and began to move his fingers unconsciously.

In fact, he was also excited to see the prey and had long wanted to have a good time.

Last time, when Teacher Xiao Zhang brought that thing, it disappeared before he could do much with it, and his ability was not shown at all.

I have been thinking about the menu for a long time these days, and I am just waiting to enjoy it.

Here it is, a full 150 kilograms of it for him to use as he pleases.

pretty!

　It seems like I haven't asked for tickets for a long time.

　　Dear godfathers, if you have any unwanted recommendation tickets, monthly tickets or something you picked up on the road, could you please give them to me?

　　Thank you.

　　Thank you, gentlemen.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)