Different from the warm and wheat-colored skin, the other party's skin is fair and delicate, like a doll's.
The girl on the opposite bed rubbed her eyes and sat up, "Hello, I'm Qiao Shishi."
"Hello, I'm Wen Jiu."
Seeing her friendly attitude, Wen Jiu introduced himself generously.
Qiao Shishi is very familiar with herself, and even Wen Jiu, a self-proclaimed talkative, thinks he can't talk as much as her.
"Which district are you from?"
"Jiujiu, what course are you going to choose?"
"After twenty-five laps during the day, I was almost exhausted."
Wen Jiu was operating on the light screen according to the freshman manual while listening to Qiao Shishi's various chatter.
However, Qiao Shishi didn't mean any harm, so Wen Jiu still took the time to answer a few questions.
After some operations, Wen Jiu finally submitted the course he chose.
Qiao Shishi, who was standing next to her, asked her with wide eyes: "You actually took so many courses! Do you plan to become an armed mecha soldier in the future?"
Armed mecha soldiers?
Wen Jiu was a little confused. She had not learned about this knowledge yet. I just want to learn all the courses I am interested in based on the mentality that I can’t waste all the tuition I’ve paid.
Seeing her confused face, Qiao Shishi enthusiastically began to do science popularization work.
"We are reserve soldiers now. After we have completed five years of training and passed the assessment, we will choose a military branch."
"There are three main categories: commanders, armed mecha soldiers and logistics soldiers. As for the more detailed branches, I don't know what they are."
Wen Jiu nodded. It turned out that he could be upgraded to a higher-level unit in the future.
But she hasn't thought about her long-term career as a soldier. She only thinks about how to make money to pay off her debts.
Today is the first day for new students, and there are no classes in the afternoon. So Wen Jiu stayed in the dormitory and chatted with Qiao Shishi all afternoon.
When it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Jiu set out towards the cafeteria.
Zhou Sen had already sent over the instructions for working in the canteen, which actually meant washing dishes, cooking, and serving meals during a fixed time period.
It stands to reason that Wen Jiu should have assigned her a position after the report, but as soon as Shi Gang's incident came out, after discussions with the teachers, it became Wen Jiu's decision to run a window alone.
She can also recruit classmates to work here, but only if she can afford the salary.
However, running a window alone is not difficult for Wen Jiu.
She used to love food very much, but Master always asked them to reduce their appetite and go without food.
But Wen Jiu felt that people had to eat to live, and it would be meaningless if they didn't eat.
So she often cooks delicious food for herself in private.
After Wen Jiu entered the cafeteria, the senior classmate who came to receive her this time had a much gentler attitude. He took her to the assigned window and talked about many work matters before leaving.
Wen Jiu looked around and found that the space here was relatively small. The kitchen stove looked like it had been used for a long time, and there was even oil stains on it.
All the basic seasonings are included, but the outer packaging has not been removed.
She walked to the storage shelf and looked at it. There were no ingredients on it, except for a big bag of flour, a big bag of potatoes and eggs, and a handful of huge green onions.
Wen Jiu remembered that the classmate he was receiving just now said that the teachers who manage the canteen distribute the ingredients every week. And the ingredients distributed at each window are different.
So she didn't think much about it. She cleaned everything here first, and then started thinking about what food she could make with these ingredients.
After thinking about it, I might as well make Yangchun noodles and Tiancan potatoes.
Wen Jiu first took out an appropriate amount of flour, water and salt and kneaded it into a smooth dough, then peeled and cut the potatoes one by one and soaked them in water.
Then she washed the green onions. The green onions here were twice as thick as the previous green onions. In order to make the food more beautiful, Wen Jiu patiently cut it into small pieces slowly.
After cutting a bowl full of chopped green onions, she stopped when she estimated that it would be enough.
Thinking about mixing Tiancan potatoes with it, Wen Jiu thought he could make some chili oil first and set it aside. So I started rummaging around in the kitchen for materials.
Wen Jiu found a bag of chili noodles and sesame seeds, poured a portion of each into a bowl, and then burned hot oil and poured it on top.
A simple version of chili oil is made.
But it was still a while before the dough was ready to wake up, so Wen Jiu picked up another pan and fried a large plate of omelettes one after another and put them on the plate to dry.
When the time was almost up, Wen Jiu picked up the rolling pin and quickly rolled the dough into a medium-thick dough.
Then pick up a kitchen knife and cut into noodles of even thickness. Now you have the most basic staple food.
There were still twenty minutes before dinner time at five o'clock, so Wen Jiu simply ordered a bowl of noodles for himself to practice his skills.
While waiting for the water in the pot to boil, Wen Jiu first took out a large bowl, washed it and started adding the seasonings.
Since there was no lard, she could only simply season it with sesame oil, light soy sauce and salt.
Wen Jiu then grabbed a ball of noodles and put it into the pot. After a few minutes, he quickly took it out and put it into a bowl.
Pour a big ladle of noodle soup on top, and finally sprinkle some green onion.
All the students at the other windows were busy, only Wen Jiuyou was slurping noodles leisurely.
She thought to herself that it was a pity that there was no lard, otherwise this bowl of noodles would be more fragrant, but compared to those dark dishes, this bowl of noodles was the most delicious in the world.
Wen Jiu was enjoying his meal when a man suddenly appeared and knocked on the transparent glass of the window.
"Jiujiu, I heard from Teacher Zhou that you work in the cafeteria, so I came to support you!"
Qiao Shishi showed a sweet smile, pointed to the noodle bowl held by Wen Jiu and continued: "I want a bowl of this! If you have any other dishes, give me one too!"
Wen Jiu nodded and swallowed the last bite of noodles, then put down the bowl and started busy.
She first fished out an appropriate amount of potato strips from the basin in which the potatoes were soaked, then lit another large pot and poured oil to heat it. When the oil was almost heated, Wen Jiu threw the long strips of potatoes into it.
Then he grabbed a handful of noodles and put them into the hot water where he had cooked them before and started cooking them.
By the time the potato strips are fried, the noodles on the other side are almost done. So Wen Jiu first scooped up the potato strips through a strainer and hung them aside to dry, and then scooped up the noodles into a bowl.
Wen Jiu skillfully poured the soup and sprinkled with chopped green onions, and finally picked up a golden omelette and placed it on top.
"Wow, what is this?"
Qiao Shishi took the noodle bowl with curiosity on her face, and the aroma that hit her face made her feel dazed for a moment.
She actually doesn't like eating very much, because these meals are too unpalatable, so she always relies on drinking nutrient solution to fill her stomach.
But the aroma made her feel her stomach growl.
"Yangchun noodles." Wen Jiu answered her as he poured the potato strips into a large bowl and began to mix the potatoes.
She skillfully added various ingredients and her movements were done in one go.
After mixing, Wen Jiu put the Tiancan potatoes into a small bowl, garnished with some chopped green onion, and handed it to Qiao Shishi.
"This one smells so good! What is this?"
Qiao Shishi smelled a completely different fragrance from the previous Yangchun noodles, and suddenly felt her mouth watering.
"This is a Tiancan potato. You should try it first to see if it tastes good, and then pay for it."
The main reason was that Wen Jiu hadn't thought about the price yet and thought that Qiao Shishi wouldn't place the order, so he simply let Qiao Shishi take the lead and pay after he figured out the price.
So Qiao Shishi thanked her with a smile on her face, and then quickly found a place to sit down with two bowls in her hands.
