Maybe I can't have normal youth

I have to say that when more than 20 people are doing things methodically and almost making no mistakes under their own division of labor, it is a very wonderful experience for me.

Given enough time for planning and distribution, a few students are responsible for washing vegetables and a few students for cutting meat. The chefs who are ready to go just now seem to have a division of labor, who will cook the rice and who will season it. , Who beat the eggs.

As for me, I was assigned to the one thing most irrelevant to cooking-photography.Record everything that everyone is busy.

The amount of labor is extremely low and I am very satisfied.

In the camera, Zi Chen, together with several other girls who volunteered to design the illustrations to be drawn while waiting, smiled particularly brightly.Although it is far from the actual cooking she had expected before, this kind of participation seems very good.

Except that the temperature in this kitchen seems a bit overheated, everything is pretty good today.

It didn't take long for the omelet fried rice to be freshly baked.With the great help of Zi Chen, we, who originally only needed 25 eggs, shared 37 eggs.In the end, under my pressure, she had to stop the abstract art she had done that day, and promised me to eat all the broken egg skins.

Twenty-five omelet fried rice are bulging, like big golden ingots, and the vignette on it adds a lot of appetite.Some of them are the little prince’s roses, some are the little foxes, and some are the Q version of the big heads of cartoon anime characters. Unexpectedly, ketchup can draw such rich patterns.

Everyone took the pattern they liked.I naturally took a poker card, and it was an ace of hearts.

It won my heart, and even some can't bear to destroy it.

Take a spoon down, and the egg skin reveals a wealth of ingredients, such as diced chicken, diced bacon, diced ham, corn, peas, and diced carrots... How many ingredients are there?Although it seems that the nutritional balance is very balanced, rice is a minority.

I tried to take a bite, "Well, it's not bad!"

Unexpectedly, the seasoning is perfect!I originally thought it would be salty or weak.

It's really enjoyable, this is really something I didn't expect.

My appetite itself is not too big, such a pot of swollen omelet fried rice should be enough for boys to eat.But even so, logically speaking, I can probably eat at least half of the ordinary fried rice.This taste is in my heart, I should eat more.

But somehow I didn't have any appetite, and I barely managed to kill one-third of it.Maybe it would be better to go for a walk and digest and come back to eat.

"Zi Chen, I'm going out to bask in the sun and get some fresh air."

"En, then I'll go with you~" Zi Chen has eaten all the food, including the extra egg skins that have been painted badly.Unexpectedly, there is such a big appetite in his small body.

The moment I stood up, there was a hum, and the sky was spinning.

I fell back into my seat.

"En? What's wrong, Xiaoan~"

"Your complexion feels so bad, and your lips suddenly become so white! Why do you feel uncomfortable?" Zi Chen's voice sounded a little nervous.

"It's just a little dizzy, it shouldn't be the problem...well." A strong nausea surged, and I quickly pressed my hand to my mouth.

No way.Can't spit it out here.

Think quickly, where is the nearest toilet.

Ah, I can't think of it at all.

From the corners of my vision, a large area turned black, and many small stars appeared on the black screen.

That's too late!Action must be taken!

I rushed out of the dining hall and went straight to the nearest trash can in my field of vision.

"Oh, vomit, vomit, vomit..." My stomach turned upside down, and I felt like I had emptied all the food overnight.

I held the trash can, and my vision was dyed black, with countless little stars shining.I blinked vigorously and shook my head.It feels much easier to vomit everything out of my stomach, and when a gust of wind blows, it feels a bit cold, and then I realize that I am in a cold sweat.

I took a few deep breaths and felt that the situation was not much better. If it weren't for holding the trash can, my trembling legs would not support me for long.

"Xiao'an!" Zi Chen ran over to me, "Oh my God, your clothes are going to be soaked!"

"Ah, I feel better when I vomit it out." I turned around to give Zi Chen a smile, but before I turned around, my legs softened and fell to the ground.

Consciousness gradually moved away from...

There is only one trace that maintains my mind...

I feel someone is talking in my ear.

Inaudible.

I feel like someone is carrying me.

It feels that several people are talking, so far away... the voice is so far away...

Farther and farther...