Just when Lang Mo was worried about the meals of three meals a day, he suddenly thought that the old principal seemed to have told him yesterday that the school kitchen was the last room in his row of houses. The rice and vegetables were ready. The old principal wanted him to go to his house for dinner, but because the farm work was too busy these days, the young wife of the village had lunch in the fields these days. He also had to serve the people who were busy in the rice fields. So he could only cook by himself. However, because he had been drunk last night, he forgot about this. Only then did he understand why when he entered the village at noon yesterday, he saw some little kids and old men. It turned out that this was the case.

When he came to the door of the kitchen, he opened it. It was indeed the kitchen. The kitchen was covered with dirty and black smoke. There were a lot of vegetables on the ground. There were a few pieces of bacon and a bacon on the beam. It seemed that the old principal had prepared all the time. However, when he saw the cooker inside, he was stunned. The kitchen in the countryside is not as convenient as the city, such as rice cookers, gas stoves, magnetic pots, etc., which are all available. The stove is burned here. He used a large pot and burned firewood. When he came to the stove, Lang Mo looked at the dark stove and was very curious. But for him who had never cooked rice, he might not be able to cook the rice at home with modern kitchen utensils, let alone the new weapon in the countryside. So the breakfast in front of him became a very challenging task. "But living people can't suffocate their urine. The principal doesn't believe that he can't cook a breakfast!" he said to himself.

He thought about the cooking procedure carefully, so he started to do it. He washed the black big pot. He found some rice in the big jar in the kitchen and put it into the pot. Then he added some water and covered the lid of the big pot. Then he squatted at the entrance of the stove. He first lit the pine hair with a match and put it into the big stove, and then began to put firewood hard in the huge stove. But the fire in the big stove was not as strong as he imagined, and the thick smoke kept pouring out. And it seemed that the fire in the big stove was not as strong as he imagined. It felt like it was about to extinguish. So he added some firewood to it, but it still didn't work. He was a little anxious and suddenly found that there was a bamboo tube about one meter long at the entrance of the stove. He picked it up and looked at it and said, "Is this the firewood tube used by rural people when cooking? It's really fun." He picked up the firewood tube and bulged his cheeks. He tried hard to transport oxygen into the big stove. Unexpectedly, the more he blew, the thick smoke became stronger, which made him choke and burst into tears. It was so embarrassing!

Outside the kitchen, a young girl was jumping through the school gate with a load of water. Suddenly, she saw thick smoke in the school kitchen. She was startled and thought a fire had occurred. So she jumped on her own load of water and rushed to the kitchen, shouting: "The school is on fire! The school is on fire, come here quickly!" Because it was still early, many villagers at the end of the village had not yet gotten to the ground, and heard that the school was on fire. That's not enough! They can't burn anything! So they quickly grabbed guys like basins and barrels and came over the school in a mess.

Lang Mo was so angry that he couldn't stand it in the kitchen, so he had to rush out of the kitchen. As soon as he rushed to the door, a bucket of cold water poured on his face and gave him a free shower from head to toe. After wiping the cold water on his face, he opened his eyes and saw a beautiful girl in front of him with a well-proportioned figure and dark skin looking at him stupidly.

"Why did you use cold water to break me?" Lang Mo asked. He felt a little confused, but it was not easy to get angry. After all, there was a beautiful girl in front of him. The girl stuttered, "Isn't the kitchen... not the fire?" Lang Mo said laughing and crying, "What are you on fire? What are you talking about? I'm cooking!" The villagers who rushed to the school while shouting to put out the fire. Like that girl, they were also covered with the face in front of them. Lang Mo, who was like a cat, was amused. After figuring out the situation, the young and old laughed so hard that they couldn't stand up. Everyone said why the college students from this city were so stupid? An old man said, "Principal Lang, it's not your fault. You haven't cooked in the countryside. Otherwise, you come to my house for dinner, but there is nothing good. I hope you don't dislike it." As soon as the old man said, all the enthusiastic villagers asked him to go back to their homes for dinner, which made Lang Mo a little moved.

Lang Mo hurriedly said, 'Dear uncles and aunts, thank you for your kindness. I can do it myself, really! Please come back." After he said this, the villagers were willing to disperse. But the girl who splashed his water did not leave. He came to the kitchen and told Lang Mo the details of cooking, saying that the firewood in the stove should not be placed too much, and if too much is extinguished, it will be extinguished. After the rice is half-cooked, it must be picked up, and then put it in a special steaming utensil. ('Wind' is made of thick wood chips, and the diameter is usually about half a meter, with a width at the top and a narrow bottom, and the bottom is lower. A bamboo strip was placed into a sharp hat-shaped partition, which not only prevented the rice from sticking to the water in the pot, but also facilitated steam to enter. Then there was a job like cooking. He also taught it carefully before leaving. Lang Mo looked at her leaving back and smacked his lips and said, "Strange, why are there beauties everywhere in this place? I should ask her name! So stupid!" Thinking of this, but the person had already walked away. He was a little regretful. He went back to the room and washed his face, and said intimately, "It seems that it is really not an easy thing to eat this meal, what should I do?"

He was stunned in the room for a while, and suddenly thought, isn't there any "Xiaoyun Restaurant" in this village? It's ready-made, why do you have to do it yourself? In addition, Alan came to see him last night, and at least she could express her gratitude. That's a good reason! Thinking of Alan, he suddenly felt that the blood in his body seemed to be flowing much faster. He changed into a brand new white shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Then he carefully sorted out his hair in front of the small mirror. He set off.

It takes about ten minutes to walk from the end of the village to Xiaoyun Restaurant. In the countryside, no matter what, as long as there is news, it will be twice as fast as the radio waves. So along the way, he kept hearing people say hello to him: Principal Lang, good morning! This gave Lang Mo a hint of happy satisfaction in his heart. Even the big dogs and puppies in the village kept following him and shaking their heads and tails. It was amazing. Regardless of men, women, old and young, he smiled and answered others politely.

He came to the door of Xiaoyun Restaurant. He walked in with great strides. He really wanted to shout, but he didn't know how to call her Alan or the boss's wife. After hesitating, he shouted, "Is anyone?" Alan's sweet voice came from the kitchen behind the restaurant: "Who is that early?"
Chapter completed!