Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 332
Master looked at Little Fuchen, "Are you admitting your mistake?"

Fuchen was pitiful, wanted to cry but held back, stretched out one hand, nodded with a "hmm", with a crying voice.

The master looked down at Wan Chen.

Wan Chen stretched out his hand, "I'll do it for you."

"What is your identity? Go away." Wan Zhu looked at him coldly.

When Wan Zhuan spoke, Wan Chen's outstretched hand came down immediately, and his whole body was like a wilted grass, with his head drooping.

Wan Chen moved a step to the side, exposing the floating dust behind him.

Fuchen's hand was still outstretched.

The master raised his hand, slapped the palm lightly, and said in a cold tone, "Sit in your seat and write your handwriting. Go out and play."

"En." Fuchen responded in a low voice, crouching back to his position with his neck shrunk.

Wan Chen came back to his senses and wanted to talk to Fuchen, but Wan Zhuan looked at him coldly and shrank back.He was scolded by the teacher again, "sit back to class", and ran back.

Fu Chen lay motionless on the table.

Wan Kuan stretched out his hand, rubbed her palm, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Chen nodded, a little.

Wan Kuan remained silent, thinking about something.

Zhuge Jin, who was sitting in the front row, thought of the hexagrams he had made for Wankang this morning, and the hexagrams were damaged by mountains and rivers.

This hexagram is like a cart dropping its ears (ears, ancient rails).

If you are not lucky enough, don't do anything wrong, it will be natural and smooth when you change the festival and the moon.

But looking at all this now, although there are small waves from time to time, it goes smoothly and does not respond to the divination.

Could there be something else?

Zhuge Jin hesitated whether to remind Wan Chan.

Although this hexagram is displayed as a [loss] hexagram, it does not have a dangerous meaning.So broken.

The next class was uneventful.A stone dial outside indicated that it was noon.

The clepsydra outside the window of the Master's position was refilled four times.

When the clepsydra was finally raised, the master put away the bamboo slips and said, "get out of class is over."

Everyone stood up, put away their belongings, and rushed to the public kitchen for dinner.

After paying the tuition at Sage Academy, room and board are included.

Wan Zhuan packs up his things, picks up Fuchen who has been sleeping for a long time, and goes to the public kitchen.

Sage Academy advocates no waste.

At the entrance of the public kitchen, there is a master with a ruler, who beats anyone who sees leftovers.

Wan Zhuan walked in and saw that there were two rows of tables in the public kitchen, with four dishes and one soup, a bucket of rice, and a bucket of steamed buns, which were placed there for everyone to take by themselves.

Take as much as you eat.

People lined up on both sides, holding big bowls of food.

The dishes are not particularly good dishes, they are all the dishes that grow nowadays.Stewed radish with meat, Chinese cabbage, fried meat with beans, braised fish, fried leeks.

Three meat and one vegetarian. (Leeks are considered meat dishes).

It is the ration of the small rich.

Wan chaff wakes up the floating dust.Fu Chen woke up in a daze, and was put at his feet by Wan Chan.He was patted on the head again and motioned to find a place to sit down.

Fuchen slowly found a place.

Wan Zhun took a large dish like a washbasin to cook rice, and filled three spoonfuls of each dish.

The person next to him was stunned and reminded, "Wan Zhuan, you are wasting too much. Can you finish this?"

The master outside also came over, without making a sound, with his arms folded, the ruler in his hand was too dazzling.

Wan Zhuan remained silent, took another ten steamed buns, and sat down immediately.

His share is equivalent to the amount of four or five others.

Everyone looked at Wan Zhuan, waiting to see him being reprimanded by the master.

But Wan Zhuan just squeezed half a steamed bun first, and then started to eat.Pick up two chopsticks and eat a mouthful of steamed buns.

With two chopsticks of food, I went to half a spoonful of food.

A mouthful of steamed bread is half a steamed bun.

Everyone couldn't care less about eating by themselves, and watched Wan Zhun eat.

That plate of dishes and steamed buns was just the effort of lowering my head to pick up a piece of meat, and when I raised my head again, I went to the first floor.

There is a tripod on the left of the public kitchen, and a thicker incense is inserted in it. It takes less than half an hour (half an hour) to burn out.

It must be eaten when the incense burns out, otherwise it will not be eaten, and it will be reprimanded and beaten by the master.

Now the incense has just burned to one-fifth.

The master looked at Wankang, but it took only a cup of tea (5 minutes), and a small half of the amount had already gone. He knew that there must be enough to finish, so he walked away.

In the past, those who came in and lined up for dinner later, there were no steamed buns left.

He looked at Wan Bran who was eating on the big plate.

Walking over, he said to Wan Kuan with a flat tone, "Why did you eat everyone's food? You eat so much by yourself, how do you want the people behind us to eat?"

The words were not in a hurry, but also meant to make things difficult.

"There is still food." The eldest prince of Jiang country reminded.

Southerners love to eat.

Northerners love to eat steamed buns.

The Sage Academy is located in all corners of the country, so it is naturally taken care of.

The man turned around and said, "I don't like to eat, but we like to eat steamed buns."

"Just let the cook steam it." Prince Jiang continued.

It's not a big deal, just let the people below do it.Why bother with a skirmish?
Wan Zhuan bowed his head to eat vegetables, picked meat with chopsticks for Fu Chen, wiped her mouth, and ignored her from beginning to end.

This brother didn't mean to make things difficult, but he was angry that he had no food to eat, so he immediately called the cook, "There are not enough steamed buns, let's steam another basket."

The cook looked around, and his eyes immediately settled on Wan Chan.

As for the front matter, the back kitchen is as well-informed.

Not to mention Wan Zhuan's remarks in the examination room, these cooks are also the first-line gossipers.

The cook spread his hands, "That's what I do. I cook two regular meals a day, and there's no reason to add meals. Do you want to steam it? Steam it yourself. Or, whoever eats too much, ask someone to do it."

He looked at Wan Bran.

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned.

None of them are the ones with missing strings in their brains.Of course he knew that the cook was on fire.

However, the rule of the Sage Academy is "equality". In addition to respecting the master, even these cooks feel that they have an equal status with these people.

As long as they continue to work with the Sage Academy, everyone will not really have to settle accounts with them because of the face of the Sage Academy.

Not to mention, the voice of the people in Wan Guo is not good.

A year ago, the cook could have killed him directly.

Wan Kuan finished his meal silently at this time, and was feeding Fuchen to eat vegetables.

Fuchen eats slowly, chews a lot in one bite, and has to shake his feet a few times to play by himself.

Wan Zhuan pointed at Gao Xiang, "Don't eat too late, or you will be slapped by the master."

"You get beaten for me." Fuchen said while chewing on the steamed buns.

"what?"

Fu Chen emphasized, "Brother replaces me."

Wan Zhun didn't take it seriously, he patted her head and didn't speak.

The two of them ate without looking at the person behind them.

At this time, the one who had no steamed buns became angry, pointed at Wan Zhuan and shouted, "You should say a few words!"

Wan Zhuan turned his back to the person, and didn't want to face any cook, "Ask the dean, is it his fault that a cook didn't make enough steamed buns? There are not enough steamed buns, and there are people who blame others for eating too much. reason?"

There is no delay in the hand-feeding effort.

"Hey, are you looking for faults?" The cook was furious, and he was about to hit someone with his arm.

Others don't know Wan Zhuan's actual status, but the native cook knows what kind of low-level person Wan Zhuan is.

Wan Zhuan got up, grabbed the fist that the cook was swinging towards, and asked, "In a battle on the battlefield, one general can reach ten thousand troops, and the amount of food is only given to one person. Are you going forward hungry?"

"You're not a general. Let's talk about it if you're a general." The cook said and kicked him.

Wan Zhuan grabbed the man's hand and approached him, grabbed his arm, and kicked the back of his foot, causing him to fall to his knees.

Now, it's exciting.

(End of this chapter)