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He got into the home-cooked restaurant on the side of the road. The cook was a real person, which was rare.He asked for a bowl of shredded green cabbage noodles. Seeing that there was marinated cooked food on the counter, it was shiny and greedy. He ordered a plump chicken thigh in the noodles, the chicken skin crumpled at the roots. The beautiful muscles can be seen, Zhou Ping secretly guessed that this chicken must have been a good chicken before his death.

A total of seven yuan was spent, but again, the processing cost is expensive. If the cook is a robot, this bowl of noodles will not cost three yuan, and the cost is even negligible. It is said that the food in the orphanage is also very good. Thanks to the developed productivity of modern society.

Zhou Ping ate this bowl of shredded pork noodles with green vegetables and chicken legs. Speaking of the taste, a real chef is not better than cooking with a machine.In other words, his bowl of noodles is not necessarily better than the food in the orphanage.

Seven yuan was spent on labor, and he pursued a homely atmosphere. Knowing that this side was indeed made by humans, he was in the kitchen and could see it at a glance.

I heard that the rich people, their meal can cost tens of thousands of yuan, all for the cook, you have to watch them step by step turn the ingredients into food, the whole process, filmed, edited into a beautiful video, used The meal is just right.

When did eating become a performance?

Zhou Ping didn't know what people were asking for when they spent money on food, but his seven dollars today is really for service.Seeing others busy for you, there is a particularly despicable sense of superiority.He guessed that the cook's social letter was only level two, or even level one.

In fact, he wanted to add chicken legs to his noodles because he thought of his mother. Although he can make video calls every week, he hasn't seen her real person for a long time, nor has he returned to his home. The familiar environment and familiar people are not there, only one A chicken leg can awaken Zhou Ping's memory of his mother.

Mom said that she must study hard, she is very hard.

Zhou Ping thought of this, and his heart was enthusiastic. How great his mother was. He did not study for the rise of China, but for his family and for their future happiness. He wanted to study and be a master.

This warm mood lasted for a while. When he finished eating the noodles and gnawed the chicken legs clean, he went to the nearby unmanned supermarket and picked a bottle of orange-flavored sparkling water. He drank half of the bottle and burped. , The sky slowly started to rain, and it was slightly cool. Zhou Ping pulled up his hood, and the rain fell along the curved surface of the clothes. There was no boy under the clothes wet.

Back at school, Zhou Ping went to the classroom to take the textbooks and exercises, and then went to the self-study room. At 6:03 minutes, someone was already studying here.

Zhou Ping studied hard for a while, and solved the homework of each subject in order from easy to difficult. Finally, he fell on the math problem with a conic section. After half an hour, he couldn’t figure it out. His breath immediately vented.

After thinking about it, he took out the student tablet and began to read some selected extracurricular readings.

He read a few exquisite short articles in the National Youth Magazine, followed by admiring the natural beauty, and attacked the clamoring anti-intellectualism, but he was still a little dissatisfied.Zhou Ping has a favorite author, and his article is no longer found in the latest issue.That person's pen name is very strange. He was called Yunfeihai. Zhou Ping knew that Yunfei was a traditional dried fish in the south of the Yangtze River. He had also eaten it. Yunyin thinks that, so, Yunfeihai actually wants to fly.

This gentleman's article is actually not pretty. When Zhou Ping read this author's introduction, he saw that he had written some literature, but he had no title at all.

The author of this year is actually a relatively high-risk profession, and it is rare to be as stable as this monarch.

Zhou Ping likes Yan Feihai’s short stories. The author will describe some very magical and surreal scenes, especially some cyberpunk literature. Among them, he was particularly impressed with a rich girl who fell in love with a poor boy in a slum. Together, they frustrated the artificial intelligence conspiracy. In the end, the rich daughter married the rich son. The poor boy was convicted of damaging the state's public property and hanged in prison.

Zhou Ping felt that if this man changed the ending of his work, he might sell better than it is now.

To say that people in the world have suffered enough from tragedy, it would be even more sad if you did not see comedy in literature.

Zhou Ping turned to the previous issue and found the article by Yan Feihai. After reading a tragedy, he sipped it for a while, and suddenly felt tired.

He mixed in vaguely until the end of the evening self-study, he returned to the dormitory, and his friends asked him, how did he play?

He said cool.

Friends also advised him not to go in these few months, the limelight was tight.

Zhou Ping agreed, but when he arrived at Zhou Ping, he was caught by the head teacher in the Internet cafe.

The head teacher slapped him, in front of so many people in the Internet cafe, and some people secretly recorded with their mobile phones. I believe it will not be long before you can see the animation of yourself being slapped on the forum.

What a shame.

Zhou Ping was suspended from class for a week to reflect at home.

Father asked him if he still wanted to learn, or if he didn't want to learn, he went to find a job.

As a welfare worker, this life is over. Zhou Ping was terrified. He vowed to repent and called the head teacher three times a day.

Finally, he was able to return to school.

The shame forced him to study, but this feeling dissipated quickly in the easy campus life.

Even faster, several of his brothers and sisters found a new place to surf the Internet, safe and concealed.

In the end, nothing has changed.

Until the day when the youth mode repaired the loopholes in the simulation cabin, it was a "Zhou Ping" in the third grade.

Zhou Ping was lost.

The strange thing is that during the days when he was addicted to the game, he was still in the top class. After the game was gone, he was actually brushed down.On the day he left, the head teacher shook his head at him and sneered.

Chapter 492: Birthday in the Dragon Boat Festival

Today is June 21, 2091, Thursday, the fifth day of May, the summer solstice, and the Dragon Boat Festival.

Lu Zhengkang’s fourteenth birthday, although he is not his birthday, but today still has a special commemorative significance. At fourteen, he is not considered a child. Even the teenage model will relax you. You can see more on the Internet. With more information, you can even participate in the national standard psychological assessment to apply for greater freedom of information and the right to popularization.

These are indeed precious.As a result, every Chinese citizen attaches great importance to his fourteenth birthday, which is already a tradition.

Of course, students whose birthday falls on the weekend can enjoy a lively banquet, but it is embarrassing for their birthday to be in time for school. Ninghu Middle School stipulates that students on their fourteenth birthday can take a leave of absence for self-study to celebrate their birthday.Although I don’t know the meaning of having only one person’s birthday.

Lu Zhengkang still doesn’t think there’s anything special today. It’s nothing more than the Dragon Boat Festival where you can eat zongzi. In some places, people eat zongzi every day, but most Chinese people may not think of it until the end of the year to taste this ancient. Sticky rice food.

Today, the cafeteria specializes in zongzi with various fillings, four or two each, and each person is limited to two.

On the way to the cafeteria, Lu Zhengkang was walking while reading Mo Yan's short stories with a tablet in his hand. After the age of fourteen, he was finally able to search for this kind of advanced literature on the Internet and buy such a complete collection of short stories. The edition costs 40 yuan, and students can get a 30% discount on books, which is very real.

Su Xiangli, who is bored and devoted to eating, circled around Lu Zhengkang. She kept muttering, "Eating zongzi is a betrayal to cooking, but the zongzi is delicious, so I will eat two. Tomorrow is Holy Day, and today is Xiaolu It’s his birthday, so to speak, today," she made up her mind, and slapped Lu Zhengkang’s back suddenly, "Hey, badass, I'll give you a chance to show your gastronomic talent and talk about what kind of zongzi to look for. it is tasty."

Lu Zhengkang was almost beaten out of his soul by Su Xiangli's slap, but after all he was a tough guy with strong bones, and withstood the deadly palm of his girlfriend, he put the e-book back into his backpack, no scientific basis. After careful consideration, he began to bluntly: "Look, when we talk about rice dumplings, do we think of Qu Yuan, when we think of Qu Yuan, do we think of the Miluo River, when we think of the Miluo River, do we think of Jiangyu?"

Su Xiangli suddenly realized, "So we want to eat salted fish stuffing?"

"No, I haven't finished speaking yet. When thinking of river fish, do I think of fish and shrimp devouring Qu Yuan's body?"

"Hey, it's disgusting."

"There will be more later, thinking of fish and shrimp eating Qu Yuan, do you think of people rowing boats and throwing rice dumplings so that the fish can let Qu Yuan go?"

"It makes sense, so what kind of stuffing should I eat?"

"The answer is here. We should eat rice dumplings filled with rice dumplings." Lu Zhengkang looked firm, "My inference can't be wrong."

It took Su Xiangli two seconds to react. In these short two seconds, her expression fell in Lu Zhengkang's eyes, everything from sudden realization, to doubt, to shock and see through, was particularly interesting.

Lu Zhengkang took out the phone ingeniously and politely, took photos at the speed of light, and recorded the last frame of stunned expression.

Su Xiangli rushed over, "Quickly delete!"

Lu Zhengkang watched Su Xiangli flying over, saying that the cherry blossoms were falling at a speed of five centimeters per second, but Su Xiangli was at a speed of five kilometers per second, waiting for him to recover. There is already a girl in her arms.

Lu Zhengkang raised the phone to avoid being hit by Su Xiangli. The ballet girl has grown up and is no longer as light as a floating feather. Although it is not sinking, it is also very important. Lu Zhengkang still holds it with one hand. With some difficulty, Su Xiangli hugged his neck, stretched his legs around his waist, desperately, and almost didn't take Lu Zhengkang away from this beautiful world on the spot.

"I'll delete it! Cough cough, be forgiving!" Lu Zhengkang pretended not to deceive Su Xiangli. She just relaxed slightly, put her chin on Lu Zhengkang's shoulder, and the solid touch of the bones penetrated through the skin. He was in pain.

Lu Zhengkang had never imagined such a scene, but he still really sensed Su Xiangli's presence.