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When Gu Zheng met the eyes of the children and sat in this good position without shame, from the back of the dining hall, there were a few knocking sounds of wooden barrels.

In the originally noisy canteen, because of these two noises, it instantly became quiet.

When the smell of food came over, the children knew that today's feeding time was up.

As the curtain on the back door of the dining hall was lifted, two huge rice buckets, half the height of an adult, were carried in by the two and a half-sized dining room waiters on the left and right.

Lifting it up on the generous table covered with grease stains at the front end of the dining room, one left and the other right, two large barrels were placed in place.

As the four people carrying the rice withdrew, two more waiters came from behind the curtain, carrying a large rattan frame, in which large large porcelain bowls were placed obliquely, although there were some cracks in the corners, But one by one was washed clean, dripping water, and placed on the small cabinet next to the two wooden barrels.

After all these preparations were done and all the servants retreated, the heavyweight righteous master behind the curtain walked out.

Holding a large and half-flat-bottomed spoon in his hand, he was wearing a blue-gray apron on the outside of his black bunting robe, with a smell of fireworks that can only be rushed out in the kitchen. Next to a wooden barrel.

He said routinely without even raising his eyelids: "The old rule is to queue up for the meal and wait until the expiration date."

"let's start."

As soon as the waiter’s voice fell, these half-old children seemed to have been trained many times. They stood up together, starting from the nearest position, and stood in line in front of the waiter, waiting for him. Split meals.

In such a quiet and eager atmosphere, the waiter with an apron snapped the lid of the wooden barrel open with two snaps, revealing the true face of feeding today.

A big bucket of steamed buns with millet noodles, a big bucket of raisin soup.

As if he had done thousands of actions, the child who ranked first stretched out his hands in the direction of the waiter.

A Huang Cancan steaming steamed bun was stuffed into his hand, plus a bowl of hot raisin soup that had just come out of the pot.

On this winter night, it provided rare warmth for these children who left home alone.

This process passed quickly.

The child who got the food quickly ran back to his position, carefully put down the red food in his hot hands, and dragged a small rattan mat to place the steamed buns on the side of the big bowl, then turned his head towards On the far side of the dining hall, in a basket of bamboo chopsticks hanging across the wall, he took out a pair of bamboo chopsticks for adults that were too large for their little hands, and returned to the seat where he was waiting for dinner with satisfaction.

This time is the time to enjoy the food and comfort your internal organs.

These children who used to have too much mental power have only one idea now, and that is to eat.

In this full canteen, there was the sound of chewing food, so Gu Zheng, who raised a bowl to doubt the edible degree of this kind of big pot of rice, was also taken to bite the millet noodle bun in his hand.

A kind of yellow rice fragrance with a rough taste, instantly diffused in Gu Zheng's mouth.

Although this kind of millet noodles is only a meal prepared for the bottom-level figures in the palace, it is a bit finer than the usual meals prepared by ordinary people in Kaifeng City.

At the same price, the purchasers in the imperial palace can buy relatively fine varieties of rice and grain merchants, but ordinary people do not have this privilege.

Gu Zheng, who thought that the life of the low-level personnel was sad, was finally relieved. When he tilted his head into the bowl of raspberry soup, he had great expectations.

Who knew that after drinking this sip of soup, Gu Zheng was indescribably disappointed.

There are a lot of raspberry slices in the soup, floating in the soup innocently, turning the white jade-like color, it is really good-looking.

But this failure lies in the fact that it is too clear. There is no oil or water at all. The simple drops of oil flowers floating on the top, according to Gu Zheng’s usual experience, turned out to be oil squeezed from radish seeds. After the soup is boiled in the cauldron, it drips into the bucket.

For the bean sprouts who are growing their bodies, the nutrition is far from enough.

Gu Zheng, who took another sip of the soup, could only be thankful that the salt in the soup was still conscientious.

Don't eat at the end, the hands and feet are weak, and his plan to exercise a strong physique is hindered.

Seeing Gu Zheng thinking about things and eating out of his soul, Wang Jien, who had already stuffed the steamed buns in his mouth in two or two, gave Gu Zheng a little worried and reminded: "Hurry up, don't be stunned!"

And just at the moment when Gu Zheng was interrupted by Wang Jien, the waiter with a large spoon knocked two empty buckets that were bottomed, and buckled the last bit of residue on the bottom of the bucket on the table. Within the two empty bowls specially placed, the lids of the two barrels were covered, the spoon handle was placed on the lid, and the empty barrels were carried in each hand, and they left the dining hall where everyone ate.

Two or three steps of effort disappeared behind the curtain in the back hall.

And at the moment when this servant figure disappeared, the whole dining hall was agitated.

Gu Zheng was stunned, staring at the three or five children around him, and rushed straight to the two bowls like a vicious dog.

When several hands grabbed the edge of the big bowl at the same time, an unimaginable war broke out.

A child, ignoring that the soup in the bowl hadn't cooled down, swallowed while holding the bowl.

And just when he was about to bury his entire face in, the bun, which was simply rolled up with a bamboo tag behind his head, was grabbed by someone and swept toward the back desperately.

The pain of the torn scalp caused the half-old boy to burst into tears in an instant, and the mouth attached to the edge of the bowl was also forced to separate.

This side is pretty good, and the fighting situation is even more tragic at the big bowl where the millet noodles and steamed buns are slag.

Just when Gu Zheng didn't pay attention, Wang Jinn beside him also participated in this battle.

Relying on his agility, this kid found a gap among the crowd of punches and kicks, and took his hand along the side of the bowl with his waist.

Regardless of seeing the harvest in his hands, the creeping forward retreated to Gu Zheng's side, broke the millet steamed bun, which had been crushed into a dead gnocchi in his hand, broke it in half, and threw it directly to Gu Zheng. There was half a bowl of soup left. The soup base, urged: "You eat fast, why did you eat so slowly today, be careful of those bullies, and put your thoughts on your head."

After speaking, he stared at him, stuffed the big pill-like steamed buns in his hand directly into his mouth, indicating that Gu Zheng would like to eat like him.

Seeing the other party's staring eyes and a choking expression, Gu Zheng was instantly happy.

He didn't care that the soup was tasteless, so he drank the steamed steamed buns and soup in a couple of mouthfuls.

After he slammed the empty bowl on the table, he followed Wang Jien's sudden glance and looked over.

I saw that the soup bowl placed at the front of the dining hall had been held in the hand by a kid who was half a head taller than them.

He pressed a child's head with one hand on the side dining table, and with the other hand, he was able to pour the soup in the bowl into his mouth with one bite.

Because of his appearance, the circle in front of the dining hall has been automatically vacated. It is also convenient for him to clean the bottom of the bowl of steamed buns and squeeze the bottom half of the bowl into the shape of a sticky little head. All Delivered to his own mouth.

Not only that, the big man who was chewing on the steamed buns also frightened the children around him with his eyes, and established him in the hearts of everyone.

As for the behavior of the big man, the children dared not say anything.

Only Wang Jien, who had been watching the changes on the court after Gu Zheng, had an inexplicable light in his eyes.

When the big man put his last meal into his mouth, he returned to his sitting position with pride as he was patrolling the territory.

At this time, even the slowest child in the venue squeezed in the last bite, no more, no less, exactly two quarters of an hour.

At this time ~www.readwn.com~ the curtain behind them was lifted again, and the waiter who was in charge of the meal appeared again, but the few who were responsible for arranging and leading in daily life were not much bigger than them. Little yellow door.

They led a row of personnel, and gave orders after eating.

"Follow me, follow me."

Then, without much nonsense, leading the children who consciously lined up in a column behind them, walked out of the dining hall and toward the backyard of the western bedroom.

When everyone returned to the door of their dormitory, the little yellow doors that led the way opened their mouths again.

"Two quarters, wash and rest."

"Two quarters of an hour to sort out the house."

"Turn off the lights when you go to bed. It's the same sentence, people who are overtime, be careful of the lesson of the hand."

After dropping these words, the little yellow gate no longer pays attention to the movements of these boys. He turned around and disappeared in this relatively crowded small courtyard, dropped a group of children, and began to move around freely.

Wang Jien, who was the first to react, pulled Gu Zheng and ran into the bedroom. When the two rushed towards the well with the basin, there were only three or two more people fetching water on the side of the wheel.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jien breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Gu Zheng with a smile on his face: "It's an early morning today. We have a little more relaxing time in the evening."

Before his voice fell off, there was a noisy voice behind Gu Zheng.

I saw that it was still headed by the big man, and there were five or six people surrounded by him, swaggering towards the direction of Zhulujing.

During the same period when he was a little bit in front of him, he was pushed aside by his hand. That arrogant energy, unfortunately, entered the palace.

It's also a great mountain king outside.