Bad things! Bad things!

Seeing the chief of staff discovering steamed buns, Zhuangyan's heart suddenly sank.

This is what they specially stayed for other comrades in their class to eat, with at least ten in each meal bowl to ensure that everyone in their class can eat one more steamed bun.

Unexpectedly, the chief hiding here was discovered by the chief steward.

Chief Tie's eyes swept over Zhuang Yan and the three students. Seeing that they refused to answer, he picked up one of them and painted the word "king" with red paint.

"Whose surname is Wang, whose food bowl is? Whose food bowl is this?" the chief clerk asked again.

Wang Datong blushed. He wanted to say it was his own, but he didn't have the courage to admit it. He was afraid that the chief officer would punish him, so he could only pretend that he was fine, stood by the sink beside him, and brushed the steamer with a bamboo brush.

"Okay! You don't admit it, right? I thought I would have nothing to do if you don't admit it, right?"

Wang Datong refused to admit it. The Chief of Officer Tie was very angry, but he had no choice but to do anything to him in an instant.

Seeing the people pretending to be calm, the evil fire in his heart rushed up.

These guys are afraid that they won’t be able to do if they don’t give them some colors!

He thought so and decided to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, otherwise the queen ant practitioner would not take him seriously?

He said: "Okay! You don't say it, right? No one admits it!"

As he said that, he poured the steamed buns from the rice bowl back into the steamer, then lifted them up and threw them hard on the ground!

"Bang!"

The voice was crisp and sharp. Wang Datong, who was beside him, thrust his eyebrows and facial muscles, as if he was slapped hard in the face.

The plate suddenly became concave and a large piece of the enamel fell off, which was completely useless.

Seeing that no one responded, Chief Tie picked up another one and wrote the word "Zhuang" on it.

This is a solemn meal basin.

Zhuangyan felt that his hair was counting down, but at this time he was not afraid, but was a little annoyed.

Paralyzing! Is it easy for us to be students? A squadron of more than a hundred people finally came to help the kitchen at one time, so it was not enough to get a few more steamed buns?

Thinking of this, his stubborn temper came up again. Didn’t he just take a few more steamed buns? Can you still shoot him? The hardships, fatigue and breath he endured over the days all began to seep out of every pore.

Zhuang Yan felt that he didn't believe in that evil, so he said to the chief clerk: " Chief clerk, this is mine, it's my rice plate."

Chief of the Iron Department was stunned for a moment. He thought he was going to smash another rice bowl, but he didn't expect that someone really came out to claim it this time, so he asked, "Why are you doing with so many steamed buns?"

Zhuang Yan blurted out without thinking: "I didn't have breakfast. I was busy helping with the work just now, so I put the steamed buns in the rice bowl first and then eat them after finishing work."

The reason here is just a temporary idea and has not been thought about.

But when he said that, Zhuangyan wanted to give him a thumbs up.

Hey! That's it!

Anyway, I insisted that I didn’t eat breakfast, so I saw what he could do to him!

Sure enough, Chief Tie did not expect that the student in front of him would use fake things like not having breakfast, but he was so reasonable that he could not make excuses for reasonable reasons, and he was choked by solemn words.

If you can control the sky and the earth, you can't control the pull, it's fart.

Even if I am the chief of staff, I can't help others to have dinner, right?

But in fact, it is obvious that these students are already full, so how can they not eat the chefs? These starving ghosts usually fill their stomachs as soon as the steamed buns are out of the cage.

"Okay, I'm talking lies with my eyes open, right?"

After thinking about it, he put the solemn rice plate and steamed buns on the chopping board, picked up another rice plate with the word "Liu" and asked, "Whose is this?"

When Liu Ruiyong saw that Zhuangyan was fine, he immediately came to do the same thing and said loudly: "Chief, the rice bowl is mine, and I didn't have breakfast either."

"Okay, I didn't eat it, right?"

The chief officer still placed Liu Ruiyong's rice bowl and steamed buns beside the solemn rice bowl, and then waved to the chef's squad leader: "Old Ma, come here!"

In fact, although Lao Ma is in his fourth year, he also stayed in the team to become a volunteer soldier. Before that, he had also suffered from training in the teaching team and knew that it was not easy to be a student.

So he defended several chefs and said, "Secretary Secretary, these guys didn't have breakfast."

How could the Chief of Officer Tie Jun know the real situation? He also knew that the kitchen squad leader Lao Ma was talking to the students, so he said, "Okay, I didn't eat it, then you should take good care of them and let them eat all the steamed buns one by one, and no one left. As long as there is one left, I will report to the squadron leader, saying that someone is taking advantage of the oil and wastes food!"

Lao Ma looked at Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong with a wry smile.

When things got to this point, he had no choice.

There are at least ten steamed buns per rice plate. The steamed buns in the army can be described in the four words "real" materials, hard, solid, large, and larger than fists.

Wang Datong escaped, and Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong looked at the steamed buns and their faces turned into bitter vegetable flowers.

If you haven’t eaten breakfast, you will also say it yourself. If you have made a trap, you will have to jump in.

So the two of them had to ask someone else to borrow a rice plate and make some porridge soup. Don’t feel too uncomfortable when you eat it.

One, two, three...

The two of them were getting slower and slower, and the starch he swallowed slowly accumulated in his stomach and began to occupy the esophagus. The stomach was like a snakeskin pocket that was getting more and more full, and it felt like it was about to crack.

Zhuangyan felt that his eyes were at least 1CM protruding.

At this time, Luo Xiaoming walked into the cooking class while Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong were stuffing steamed buns into their mouths with big eyes and arrived in front of two students who were swallowing steamed buns.

Oh no!

Zhuang Yan almost choked himself to death and coughed violently.

Luo Xiaoming is usually famous for being strict, and the students call him the living Hell behind his back.

If Luo Xiaoming knew about this, the living King of Hell would not know how to punish him.

Just when Zhuang Yan and Liu Ruiyong were about to scare him to death, the situation was completely different from what they expected.

Luo Xiaoming simply glanced at the two of them, grabbed five or six steamed buns in the basin with one hand, put them in his own bowl, and said, "Secretary Secretary, I haven't had breakfast yet."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Chief Tie then reacted, and jumped up in anger, shouted at his back: "Luo Xiaoming, what are you doing! You are favoring your own students!"

Luo Xiaoming ignored it and did not turn his head back. He held a steamed bun in his hand and raised it while walking, and the same sentence was still the same - I haven't had breakfast yet.

The kitchen squad leader also came over, reached out and grabbed four steamed buns and walked away.

"Old Ma, you..." Chief Iron seemed to be a weak man standing on the dam in the gap, watching the rolling flood, helpless, he seemed to understand something.
Chapter completed!