Chapter 239

Qian Chongxi breathed a rough sigh, and then went to find rice.

"Where's the rice?"

The students have to cry collectively. They knew that they should hide the rice after cooking. Really, they are tired and tired after a whole day of devil training. If they don't have enough to eat, they may get shit!

Qian Chongxi and the island devils went to the village to search, dug out another plastic bag of rice, poured out half of it into the pot, and trembled.

Students moved to cry: this young man's heart is really good, but also know to leave some for them.

Qian Chongxi took the pot to the river to wash the rice. He washed it seven or eight times. He didn't give up until no more milky water came out. Then he closed the lid and distributed the extra water. He didn't let go of the water on the edge of the pot. He endured the pain of his joints and shook it hard. Then he took the pot back to Zhan fengshisheng's campfire.

Zhan Feng hunted to see him one eye, light way: "hang up."

Qian Chongxi carefully hung the hanging pot on the hook. It was the first time that he cooked. It was very interesting.

"Make a big fire and burn it quickly. I'm starving. I didn't eat well when I was on my way at noon."

Student: that word should be more professional!

There are careful students to see, this boy Taomi cooking, do not put water!

Can it cook well?

No wonder they two idiots have been saying "wash rice". Among them, that's Taomi! wash rice! wash rice!

And they are really burning rice!

Look!

The handsome and extraordinary No. 3 is also a little fire expert. With a few moves, the flame jumps up and surrounds the pot.

The two men in the same group with him were very pleased. They taught them well. Look how high and red the fire is.

I just don't know if No.3 can remember that after the cooking procedure, there is still a procedure of slow steaming over low heat.

Zhan Fenglie raised his hand to look at the time, got up and gave the fire to Qian Chongxi: "you come to watch the fire, I'll make a fire and cook."

If you expect qianchongxi to stir fry vegetables, you can guarantee the bad ones.

Although he can't, he has seen them stir fry vegetables, and he has stirred two shovels.

If he doesn't eat soon, he will starve to death.

He soon made a fire next to him, chipped a few potatoes, washed them and sliced them.

Several students immediately found hope

Oh, my God, the No.3 who always says "washing rice" has a good knife work. Look at the slice, it's almost as thick as the edge of their plate.

That's not the point!

The point is that this man may have obsessive-compulsive disorder. All the slices are cut to almost the same thickness. They are stacked neatly on the plate. If you don't know, you think it's the base sashimi. Add some sauce to the side, and you can eat it directly.

Qian Chongxi was staring at the fire, forehead, face, neck, constantly sweating.

His delicate face was almost distorted by the heat.

He looked at Zhan Fengli and asked impatiently, "how long will it take? I'm starving to death!"

Zhan Feng's face was slanted, and the corner of his mouth was evil: "you deserve it."

Qian Chongxi lifted his short sleeve and wiped his sweat. "How can I smell the smell of coffee beans?"

Zhan Feng sniffed and frowned: "it seems to have the caramel smell of coffee beans."

That's your rice paste!

The students will cry collectively.

Two idiots! Where's the coffee bean? Coffee bean! It tastes like Caramel!

Really, how rich are these two families? They don't even know how much water they need to pour when they cook!

Even if you haven't used the big pot to cook rice, at least you have seen the electric cooker to cook rice!

What they don't know is that these two families are really beyond their imagination. They are super rich, and even their houses and gardens are almost as big as their communities.

Since they were young, they have never been in the kitchen. It's very difficult for them to know that the original shape of rice is rice.

Zhan Fengli's deep eyes locked on the big pot in the fire, got up and walked over with a shovel, carefully lifted the lid with a shovel

A strong smell of scorch came to my nose.

"Misty grass! The fire is too big and the water is all dried up! Let's get out of here! "

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Qian Chongxi quickly finds a stick to pull out the fire.

Pitifully, he has a white, delicate and impeccable face, which looks like a cat.

Really, I've never been so nervous.

Six students supported their knees on their elbows, supported their foreheads and sighed.

The water has been dried... Dried... Dried

The boy didn't let the water go. It's all rice!

Oh, it's hard not to say!

Where is the coach tormenting them two idiots? He is completely testing their six minds!

Qian Chongxi put out all the fire, then heavily relieved a breath.

"It should be cooked, you don't know how to control the time."

With that, he looked at the potatoes in the pot beside him and reminded Zhan Fengli: "if the rice is burnt, it will be burnt. If the food is burnt again, be careful!"

Zhan Fengli didn't care about him. He turned back to the side of the pot and continued to stir fry his potato chips.

He was well prepared in advance and knew to put all condiments aside. Therefore, he was not in a hurry. His eyes were fixed on the pot of potatoes and he did not dare to neglect them for a moment.

The students looked at the mountain like No. 3, and their hearts were a little more stable. They had no dinner tonight. It's OK. At least they had a big pot of potatoes to make do with.

Who knows, as soon as their thoughts fell, they saw that the perfect and handsome bubbly No. 3 scooped up a large spoon of salt, which was like noodles, carefully and evenly sprinkled on the surface of those potatoes.

The man's serious appearance is that he is afraid that there is no salt in some place, which will lead to uneven penetration.

At the end, it seemed that there was still one piece left to be sprinkled. He thought a little, scooped out another spoonful of salt, and sprinkled it evenly on the uncovered area.

Well, finally everywhere even penetration, this is what the chef should look like.

Two students in the same group looked at each other.

A: He wasn't there when you sprinkled salt?

B: It's like... Not here.

A: Well, it's good to put salt in.

Finally, a big bowl of potato chips came out of the pot, and there were scallions and red peppers in it, but there were dots of black ash floating in it. It didn't look very good.

Zhan Fenglie hands the dish to Qian Chongxi.

Qian Chongxi stares at this bowl of potatoes with black pot ashes, and his face is distorted.

"What an ugly dish. How can you make such an ugly dish? Your family doesn't eat such dishes. Pigs don't eat them!"

Zhan Fengli grabs the food in his hand, and his good-looking deep eyes give a warning: "don't be ugly. No one forces you."

Qian Chongxi's honey colored lips pursed, and said with backbone, "I don't want to eat it. It will be ugly if I eat it with black paint and hemp paste."

"Well." Zhan Fenglie nodded with a smile, "have backbone."

I told you not to eat it. The dishes they fried tomorrow will be the same. There will inevitably be black soot in it. It's just that he's serious. You can last for a few hours.