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Chapter 43 Talking to a Chicken and a Duck, Talking to a Duck and a Goose

However, the slowest group wasn't even on this side. The two large pots of pork chunks, meant for stewing dried vegetables and sauerkraut respectively, had already been put into the pots when the chicken-stealing and goose-catching group finally arrived, looking rather belated.

The class monitor's black down jacket was adorned with more than a dozen icy goose droppings, his hat was askew, his mask was off, and his scarf was tucked with goose feathers. He looked as miserable as if a goose had just stepped on his egg. The discipline committee member wasn't much better off, covered in dust and chicken feathers. He had his arms crossed, and every few steps, a string of duck down would spurt out from the down jacket he was holding down, making him look like a human-shaped self-propelled snowmaking machine.

A large group of people stared at them, and then, from who-knows-who, a scoundrel blurted out, "You lot, did you just get dragged into some alley and robbed by some vagrant?"

"Squad leader, squad leader, let me ask you this: how many chickens are equal to the strength of one goose?"

"Can't you see the Discipline Inspection Commission is leaking air? You bunch of troublemakers, quickly put a strip of duct tape on the Discipline Inspection Commission!"

Shule puffed out her cheeks: "No tape, 50 cents for inflatable pads!"

"Ah, right, right, let's have Lezi give Weizi a little pep talk. He seems quite eager, doesn't he?"

"What the hell??"

The class monitor was powerless to resist, having lost all strength and means, and could only mutter incomprehensible things like "colluding with outsiders," "a gentleman keeps away from the kitchen," and "if you can do it, then you do it," "no can no bb."

Lu Chi was roasting a pig's head until it reached the Michelin chef's favorite deep brown color. Even though these idle bastards had plucked every last bit of pig hair, he still felt like something was missing if he didn't roast it: "Class monitor, you've been gone for half a day and all you've brought back is a little goose?"

The poor squad leader struggled to lift the goose by its leg, his trouser leg being pecked at as he cried out with a long face, "Who said this goose is small? Who said it's small? This goose is absolutely fantastic!"

The disciplinary committee promptly jumped in: "Actually, it's just that he's never hit a big one before!"

The squad leader's eyes widened in fury: "You're something else! If you're so capable, why did you let yourself slip?! You even let all the chickens escape from the chicken coop!"

The disciplinary committee scoffed: "Don't chickens need to be taken for a walk in broad daylight? Do you think legitimate chickens are like you, chained up in a classroom all day, soliciting customers?"

"..."

Internal strife is something that Class B always enjoys seeing.

Four chickens, one rooster and three hens. Authentic free-range chickens don't usually grow to be that fat and big, especially since these are old free-range chickens that Lu Chi hasn't fed much in the winter. But the goose is definitely not right; it's a small gosling, only nine and a half pounds, far too small.

Lin Shuo, with the rigor of a math class representative, gave a highly professional summary of the results: "Weizi is far ahead in terms of weight! The four chickens weighed 2.1 jin, 3.2 jin, 2.6 jin, and 4.8 jin respectively. Alright, class monitor, you can just kowtow to Weizi and we'll call it even!"

Squad leader: "I refuse to accept this! One goose is better than nine chickens!"

The Discipline Inspection Commission: "Ha, we're talking past each other!"

The squad leader ignored him, handed the goose to the slaughtering team, and sniffed, "What's that smell! What smells so good? The dishes are ready so quickly?!"

His words successfully diverted everyone's attention: "Yeah, I smelled it just now, the smell of barbecue!"

Zhou Zijin pointed to the pig's head that had just been sprayed with a blowtorch: "Here! Want a bite while it's hot?"

"No, no, that's impossible..." Shu Le, who always brought chicken legs from three different cuisines, had a keen sense of smell: "Where did they come from? Holy crap..."

He suddenly seemed to remember something, and was the first to dash out.

Grilled liver, sliced ​​pork belly.

Ran Qingfeng and Liu Lan, along with Shan Heman and a large group of female classmates, surrounded a small fire pit made of piled stones, as if they were performing some kind of mysterious ritual. The wisps of smoke danced gracefully, carrying a pure aroma of meat.

Since it was all women, Shu Le didn't dare squeeze in, afraid of getting her face scratched. She squatted down in her underwear and exclaimed, "Professional! So professional! This stuff only tastes good when roasted in charcoal ash!"

Zhu Shulan turned around and saw a large group of people swarming around her like drooling Tauros, trembling with fear. Their large, dark, grape-like eyes stared at them, gleaming like burning amber in the sunlight. She racked her clever little brain: "Sister, sister, are they... are they going to steal our delicious food?!"

"Dare??" Ran Qingfeng suddenly brandished the scissors she had been holding, intending to use them to cut meat. "Don't worry, I'm extremely possessive of my food! Someone, take this gorilla out and castrate it, then beat it to death!"

Liu Lan switched into food-protecting mode: "If you want to eat it, grill it yourself! You just want to take what's readily available, right? The meat's right there!"

"Holy crap..."

"Fengfengzi, you guys really don't need to go this far, do you?"

"This is true food guarding."

Zhou Zijin's eyes darted around, and after a while, she returned carrying a string of livers: "Even if it's not sandy liver, gray liver is just as delicious!"

Chinese people know how to compromise.

But it wasn't out of greed, it was just pure gossip, just wanting to join in the fun.

Behind.

Weng Jing and Bu Xiao, both completely covered up with sunglasses, scarves, hats, and masks, huddled together. After exchanging glances, they realized they were fellow slackers who hadn't found any work to do.

Bu Xiao looked around like a spy: "Sis, how come Sister Liu and Sister Zhou are so skilled? What should we do? I feel like I can't see anything going on..."

"Did you see Teacher Caiyan?" Weng Jing adjusted his glasses, his gaze scanning the room, his eyes shining. "I just helped them wash the sauerkraut and they kicked me out. They said I was too slow and that I didn't look like someone who did manual labor. They told me to come out and wait to eat. It was humiliating. They were washing pig intestines over there, but I didn't dare go over..."

"Sis, I'm scared too..."

"Xiao Bu, I have an idea. What do you think about us going to start a fire? We can work from start to finish, and it's not tiring. I'm too hungry to work. I heard it's a restaurant, and I ate two weeks of weight-loss meals before I came. Now I want to rush up and take a bite of everything I see."

"Okay, okay, sis, you're so great, you're so smart!" Bu Xiao sniffed, "Sis, that barbecue smells so good, I want to eat it too..."

"Just bear with it. If we get caught, we won't even get lunch. Damn it, we were just robbed once, and they actually hid all the food. What a stingy team! We're not coming again!"

"Yes, yes, let's unite and boycott them!"

Further on, the large kitchen.

A similarly concealed assistant adjusted its AI glasses, switched to recording mode, and stealthily approached Bo Caiyan, who was adding firewood to the stove. It whispered, "Teacher Caiyan, we have a new task for you. Due to unforeseen circumstances, lunch for both your groups has been cancelled. However, out of consideration for humanity, the meal card funds earned from your work will be added to your dinner allowance. That means your dinner will be more substantial, but you'll need to pay for your own lunch—"

A woman cooking in front of us suddenly turned around, startling the cook: "Yan Yan, aren't you cold? Come try this crispy pork, get a taste!"

Bo Caiyan responded, pulled her scarf down to reveal a Paul Frank mask, and the mask immediately snatched a piece of fried pork from the chopsticks: "Isn't it cold, Sister Man? It seems a little bland, do you want me to add some more salt?"

The man was dumbfounded, feeling as if his cerebellum had suddenly shrunk.

Man Hui nodded: "You young people are all a bit light-hearted, I'm not sure. As for that scallion, let Yan Yan try the pork tenderloin strips you fried later!"

Lu Sui: "Okay, Mom."

"So, Grandpa brought the whole class here to cover for the main force? Sui'er, which little beauty is the real deal? I'm so anxious! Tell Mom, I'm going to sneak a peek!"

"How would I know? You'd have to ask Lu Ying. She's the one teaching the young master, not me~"

"Yancheng University and its affiliated high school are separated by only one wall. There are ears, mouths, noses, and eyes in that wall, you're all young people, how could you not know? I think you're just trying to keep it from Mom for your grandfather!"

"No, Mom, you..."

Bo Caiyan, who had been lost in thought, finally snapped out of it and looked at the "tool," the big-mouthed monkey, which was moving around, fully and comically displaying its beautiful mental state: "What did you just say?"

"No..." The assistant looked around and realized that everyone in the kitchen was wearing the same Paul Frank mask with the big mouth monkey logo. He was the only outsider there, so he decisively made his escape: "Never mind then... Teacher Caiyan, I'll take my leave now..."

"Okay!"