The finale

Lu Songyu compared his and Gu Chunlian's dumplings, and frowned slightly, revealing a look of disgust: "It seems different."

Meng Yuan couldn't help taking it over and taking a look: "Damn it! Teacher Lu, you really have no talent at all!"

Lying in the palm of Meng Yuan's hand, the off-white dumpling skin was bunched up around the edges, and flowers were blooming on the top. Jin Ling looked at it and couldn't help laughing—where is this dumpling?This is siu mai!

Lu Songyu blushed, wanted to laugh but couldn't, and when she didn't know what to do, Meng Yuan turned to Shi Yungui again: "Could it be that even the Chinese teacher can't cook?"

"Could it be that the English teacher knows it?" Shi Yungui retorted unconvinced.Meng Yuan herself eats takeout every day, so she has the nerve to talk about others?

"It's okay, it's okay," Gu Chun even put the dumplings away, "it will be done slowly."

Seeing that the dumplings filled two plates, Liang Dan said, "Why don't we start cooking now."

"Okay!" Cheng Shuling seemed impatient, and immediately got up to boil the water. Together with the two induction cookers, first boil the water, put in the oil, and then put the dumplings in to cook.

Lu Songyu glanced at Cheng Shuling's back, as if he was making tea in the kitchen that morning, which was reassuring.

Fearing that Cheng Shuling would not be able to survive alone, Gu Chunlian also went to help. Shi Yungui couldn't help but tease: "The two best cooks in our campus are here."

Jin Ling clicked her tongue twice: "I think what I do is okay!"

"You do what you want." Gu Chunlian hurriedly gave up his seat.

"No, no, you are better."

Meng Yuan, a half-bucket of water, confidently taught Lu Songyu to make a few dumplings, and they looked pretty good. Lu Songyu looked at the dumplings he had made, and the siu mai was in the middle, which really stood out from the crowd. " A laugh.

Now everyone was stunned—they actually heard Lu Songyu laugh.

Lu Songyu looked around in embarrassment, taking in all the surprised looks, until he met Cheng Shuling, and he saw Cheng Shuling smiling like the sun, shining golden.

Lu Songyu lowered his head and pretended to make dumplings seriously.

Gu Chunlian put the already made dumplings into the pot, and the two pots were just full of the first round. She and Cheng Shuling each took a spoon and stirred the pot gently to prevent the dumplings from sticking to the pot.

Shi Yungui pulled the tissue and wiped his hands excitedly: "Is it possible to adjust the sauce now?"

"It's alright, alright, you'll be the first to eat later, okay?" It was still Gu Chunlian, "Everyone adjust the sauce yourself, you can make whatever flavor you want."

Shi Yungui skillfully unscrewed a bottle of Laoganma, scooped a large spoonful into the bowl, and said, "This is my bowl! I want horseshoe stuffing for everything!"

"Probably only the leek stuffing, the green one." Cheng Shuling picked up a dumpling and looked at it, "Anyway, today is all about luck. If you are lucky, you will get what you want, and if you are not lucky, forget it."

"Could you be lucky enough to get a lottery ticket?" Luo Jia asked.

"Good luck, I can eat..." Jin Ling was so happy that she couldn't speak, "I can eat oxygen element stuffing!"

"Hahahahaha..."

"Damn it! Jin Ling can do it."

Meng Yuan followed immediately: "If you're lucky, you can get attributive clause stuffing."

"Lucky enough to get Newton stuffing."

"If you're lucky, you can eat the fillings from the Book of Songs."

"If you're lucky, you can get the finale stuffing."

Shi Yungui yelled, "Cheng Shuling, you broke the formation!"

When Lu Songyu heard the final question, he panicked inexplicably. He wondered if Cheng Shuling did it on purpose, but he explained in the next moment: "No, I forgot what our final question was for a while, so I'll do it all over again. If you're lucky, you can Eat conic stuffing."

"You can't!" Gu Chunlian waved his hand, obviously wanting a big one, "Good luck, you can eat the core socialist values!"

"Applause, applause, worthy of being a political teacher!"

"Hahahaha..." Gu Chun laughed himself crazy.

The water in the pot boiled "gurgling", and the dumplings gradually floated up. The teachers gathered around and clamored to eat. Suddenly, there were only a few people left at the dumpling-making table, and Lu Songyu still sat down. Looking at it, the side is already empty, and it looks a lot lonely.

There were not many dumplings in the first round, and each person divided three or four. Lu Songyu twisted a dumpling wrapper in his hand, tilted his head and looked at it, as if he wanted to make dumplings by hand, but rather studied the dumpling wrapper carefully. shape and composition.

Suddenly a bowl of dumplings was placed in front of him, Lu Songyu was stunned for a moment, and he didn't dare to look up - he saw the white, clean and protruding wrist bones, and the scent of green grass that Jiang Yezhan once said wafted in the air.

"Hey, where's Teacher Lu's siu mai just now?" Gu Chunlian asked, "Why didn't I see it?"

Lu Songyu was about to lose his life, but he didn't want Cheng Shuling beside him to say, "I ate it." He seemed to be complacent.

Meng Yuan hurriedly asked: "Cheng Shuling, tell the truth, how does it taste? Don't worry, Teacher Lu is so gentle, he will definitely not kill you."

Cheng Shuling shrugged: "It's really delicious, the main reason is..."

"It's mainly because you chopped your stuffing well, right?" Shi Yungui answered.

"I think what you say makes a lot of sense."

Everyone laughed for a while, and when Lu Songyu realized, Cheng Shuling had already left.

Seeing that Lu Songyu seemed to be in a daze, and the dumplings in front of him kept emitting white steam, and they would probably get cold in a while, Luo Jia took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him: "Teacher Lu, if you don't eat any more, it will be cold!"

"Thank you." Lu Songyu took the chopsticks and started eating hesitantly.

The two pots at the other end started working again, and Gu Chunlian shouted: "What are you looking around for? Go make dumplings! Do you want to eat later? Somebody call Xiao Ou over here!"

Ou Tianjian naturally knew that dumplings were being made this afternoon, so he came over quickly, holding the bowl to the pot, Cheng Shuling insisted on not scooping up the dumplings for him, and lightly hit the side of the pot with the spoon, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ou , I’ll give you a question, and if you can answer it, I’ll give it to you.”

Everyone listened with great interest, thinking that what Cheng Shuling was going to say was a brain teaser, but Cheng Shuling said seriously: "There are 15 dumplings in this pot, five each of leek stuffing, horseshoe stuffing, and taro stuffing. Now I want to make dumplings for you. There are six dumplings, what is the probability of two of each filling?"

Ou Tianjian: "..."

"Fuck!"

"Hahahaha what the hell is Cheng Shuling?"

"Cheng Shuling, are you crazy about going to class?"

Everyone laughed, Shi Yungui fell on Liang Dan's body, and the dumpling skin in Jin Ling's hand fell to the ground at some point, even Lu Songyu couldn't help chuckling.

Ou Tianjian cupped his hands: "I won't eat! Let me go!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone else was laughing happily. Lu Songyu bit the dumpling in his mouth, but it was not as soft as the first one. Halfway through the bite, there seemed to be something hard in the middle. After a few clicks, I accidentally saw a golden coin.

He really got the lottery stuffing.

Lu Songyu couldn't tell whether he was surprised or happy, or both, subconsciously glanced at Cheng Shuling, who had mercifully retracted his question and was scooping up dumplings for Ou Tianjian.

Lu Songyu thought, this is not the theme of the finale, nor the theme of the conic curve, but Cheng Shuling's left core theme.

So, will he be that lucky guy?

Does he qualify to be that lucky man?

A group of people made a fuss until almost five o'clock, and the remaining dumplings were all made, and they were just waiting to be put into the pot. Everyone present was already full, and these dumplings were reserved for the students.

Gu Chunlian unscrewed the drink: "Come on, let's do it!"

A circle of drinks poured over, and everyone held up disposable cups and clinked: "Happy Winter Solstice!"

Afterwards, they were busy packing things. Liang Dan put plastic bags together and prepared to throw them away. Shi Yungui put away the newspapers. Jin Ling and Luo Jia pushed the table back to its original position. Cheng Shuling In the orderly busy work of everyone, he walked gently to Lu Songyu's side, leaned into his ear, and said with a sigh: "Lucky, happy winter solstice." The voice was like the wind.

Lu Songyu's heart beat a few beats slower. If it wasn't for Cheng Shuling's breath blowing on the hair beside his ears, he would definitely suspect that it was a dream, but not only did he feel it, but he could also see Cheng Shuling's bright smile when he looked up. There are galaxies flowing.

It was raining outside, and if it wasn't for good eyesight, I wouldn't be able to see the rain. Most people on the street didn't have umbrellas, and the students who came to the campus were the same, and didn't take the rain seriously.But Lu Songyu felt that tonight his heart was the same as the rain, drifting, not knowing where it should fall.

In fact, there is a place to stay. The person next door asked him more than once, waited for him, and even tirelessly proved that he is a lucky person.That's right, how could you say you were unlucky when you met Cheng Shuling?

However, those so-called luck were just words imposed on him by Cheng Shuling. On the contrary, it was his misfortune, which had been proven countless times.

After nine o'clock, Cheng Shuling was supposed to be off work, but Gao Qi came to ask a few questions and was delayed again. Hearing the chuckle from the next door, Lu Songyu felt a fire in his head like gasoline, "Boom "The ground was burned into one piece, and his whole body seemed to be lifted into the air by thick smoke, and he couldn't even find the center of gravity.

The last literary text to read is "Flying Over the Blue Sky" by Han Shaogong. The topic has been written, and the students are still talking about it, scolding the "sparrow" in the article for having no conscience: "The sparrow is the kind of person who is very selfish. He I never thought about Jingjing's feelings at all, my mind is full of himself, if I were Jingjing, I wouldn't think about him at all!"

For some reason, Lu Songyu felt that those words seemed to be talking about himself——Lu Songyu is a very selfish person, he didn’t think about Cheng Shuling’s feelings at all, his mind was full of himself, if I were Cheng Shuling, I wouldn’t I won't think about him!

Lu Songyu's heart skipped a beat. He heard the door opening of the classroom next door—Cheng Shuling was about to leave. Looking at his watch, it was already 09:30, and it was time for him to finish class, so he said, "Okay, there are two more articles left. As homework, go back and review the role of environmental description."

"Okay, goodbye, teacher." The student quickly put the test paper in the bag, opened the door and went out.

The author has something to say: Teacher Lu is chasing after her husband~ (Why I haven't finished my work yet, I really want to paddle!)