Chicken Broth and Beef Hot Pot in Copper Pots, and Solving Math Problems with a SWAT Tactical Model
Sing Sing led a large group of people to the truck in the yard.
Geggebu was wiping the rearview mirror of the small truck with a rag.
"Director Zhou, these free-range chickens are all raised on organic corn kernels and tender green vegetables, without a single hormone added. The soup they make is so delicious it'll make your eyebrows fall off!"
Baobao and stepped forward, handing the basket of double-yolk free-range eggs he had selected to Sing Sing.
Li Qianhuan, who had followed them out, went up to Baobao and ruffled the short brown hair on his head.
"Wow, buddy, you've only been at a suburban farm for half a year and you've already become a major chicken farmer in the surrounding area?"
Li Qianhuan and nudged his waist with her elbow.
"Tell me honestly, is it possible to set up a barbecue grill in that desolate mountain area? I'm taking Nina and Hisako there next weekend for an open-air whole roasted lamb. Will you provide food?"
Baobao blushed and reached out to protect her straw hat.
"We'll provide meals! As long as Sister Huan doesn't set off fireworks in the chicken coop and scare the hens so much they won't lay eggs, we'll treat you to the whole roasted lamb!"
Christopher, standing next to the pickup truck, stared at the scene before him, his mouth slightly agape.
He recognized the completely transparent Geggebu.
On the Mutants exile list, this guy is a natural human researcher.
Of course, it's being studied.
These strangely-looking individuals are killed or captured by extremist groups that come to investigate as soon as they show themselves.
But now...
Is this so-called monster showing off its poultry just like any other ordinary person?
Christopher turned his head to look at Hu Yingying, who had a gentle expression, and spoke in a serious tone.
"Instructor Hu, I would like to apply to skip the cooling-off period and join 749 Bureau immediately."
Hu Yingying nodded gently and patted the black doctor's arm.
"Welcome to the group, Comrade Christopher. But we can sign the contract tomorrow morning. Your only task tonight is to fill your stomachs."
At 7 p. m. that evening, the hall on the third floor of the cafeteria was steaming hot.
More than twenty gleaming purple copper charcoal hot pots were placed on a large round table.
The smokeless charcoal inside the oven was glowing red, and the pot contained a rich, white broth made from free-range speckled hens that Geggebu had just delivered.
It also contains red dates, goji berries, and wild ginseng slices from Changbai Mountain.
Bubbling and steaming, the delicious aroma filled the entire hall through the exhaust fan.
In the open kitchen, Sing Sing, dressed in a chef's uniform, held a meticulously clean Pig Butchering Knife in his right hand.
Twenty pounds of perfectly frozen Inner Mongolia beef chuck are laid out on the cutting board.
With a flick of his wrist, Sing Sing created a blurry, intertwined effect of the blade under the lamplight.
After a series of soft, sizzling sounds, large, thin, translucent slices of red and white marbled beef flew into the air and automatically arranged themselves into blooming peony flowers on a blue-and-white porcelain plate.
In the hall, Colossus enthusiastically served the dishes that Sing Sing had prepared to the table.
At the next round table, Li Qianhuan was sitting with Nina, Christina, Christina Ichirai Hisako, and others.
Li Qianhuan picked up a stewed chicken leg that was so tender it fell off the bone, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in Nina's bowl.
Nina held the bowl, her cheeks bulging as she ate.
"Thank you, Sister Huan! This chicken is so delicious, a hundred times better than KFC!"
On the other side, twelve students who had just escaped Ivy League loan sharks were wolfing down their food around several large copper pots.
The rock boy who wanted to study civil engineering was holding a large bowl filled with beef rolls coated in sesame sauce.
"It smells so good, Tasha! I've never had such delicious beef before..."
In the corner, Deadpool, carrying a plate of peeled raw garlic, crouched down and approached Hu Yingying's table, grinning as he tried to squeeze into the empty seat next to her.
"Captain Hu, eating meat without garlic is like missing half the flavor. Here, I peeled these purple-skinned single-clove garlic myself. Want to try some?"
"Comrade Wade, have you memorized Article 43 of the 'Public Security Administration Punishment Law,' which concerns the sentencing standards for assault and intentional injury?"
Deadpool's eyes darted around, and he stammered for a long time without managing to utter a single word.
Hu Yingying pointed to the kitchen.
"Can't memorize it? Then after dinner, go to the kitchen and help Aunt Zhang clean all twenty-four hot pots tonight."
The next morning at eight o'clock, the Number One lecture hall was bathed in bright sunlight.
The third phase, the "30-day adaptation course," has officially begun.
Hu Yingying changed into her navy blue instructor's uniform and stood beside the podium. Christopher, Jacqueline, Gambit, Christina, and twelve students sat down neatly.
The atmosphere in classroom one was cheerful and harmonious, but the atmosphere in classroom two was extremely tense.
A certain hell lord, Magik, is clutching his blond hair.
His eyes were blankly fixed on the classic word problem on the blackboard. "A pool is filled in four hours with a single inlet pipe and emptied in six hours with a single drain pipe."
On the podium, retired senior Teacher Chen, wearing reading glasses, tapped the blackboard and gently began to call roll.
"Illyana, please stand up and answer this: if both pipes are opened at the same time, how many hours will it take for this pool to fill with water?"
The veins on the Magik's forehead throbbed three times, and he crushed the 2B pencil in his hand into powder.
"Fill it up my ass! I've been putting up with that lunatic pool manager for ages!"
The Magik stood up from his seat, and the Soulsword appeared out of thin air.
She gripped the sword with both hands, leaped forward down the aisle, and swung the sword directly at the blackboard on the podium.
Click!
The sturdy, anti-glare blackboard was cleaved in two by this sword strike.
"I chopped his broken pool in two!"
"Let's see how he tries to drain the water while simultaneously releasing it. If he dares to pull the plug again, I'll throw him into the lake of Hellfire for a bath!"
The Colossus, was terrified. He climbed onto the podium, hugged his sister, and bowed repeatedly to the old teacher.
"I'm so sorry, Teacher Chen, my sister had a hypoglycemic attack because she didn't have her milk tea this morning. The blackboard repair fee will be deducted from my allowance this month, please don't give her a major demerit!"
Amidst the noise, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
Students from the next classroom crowded around the door to see what was going on.
Just then, Sing Sing and Hu Yingying, who were inspecting the classroom, walked in.
Hu Yingying did not reprimand him, but walked up to the podium and looked at the Magik was still holding the greatsword.
"Comrade Illyana, let's replace this water pool problem with a tactical model you're most familiar with. Suppose you want to open a Limbo portal with a radius of three meters in Detroit."
With a flick of her wrist, Hu Yingying quickly drew a three-dimensional SWAT tactical sand table coordinate diagram on half a blackboard.
"Your psionic input power is one-quarter per hour, while the environmental spatial spillover rate in Earth's dimension is one-sixth per hour."
How long does your portal need to charge up to reach full capacity and stabilize?
The Magik paused for a moment, then blinked, following the tactical sand table model on the blackboard.
"One-quarter minus one-sixth equals one-twelfth, counting backwards... twelve hours?"
"Correct answer. Mathematics is a tactical tool that helps you control your strength."
Hu Yingying put the broken piece of chalk back into the chalk tray.
"Now, put your weapon away, sit back down, and copy the sand table simulation of this problem into your notebook. Hand it in to me for checking after school."
The Magik obediently dispersed the Soulsword, blushed, and ran back to his seat, where he lay down on the table and began writing furiously.
The practical session on "Mobile Payment and Prevention of Telecom Fraud" will be held at 2 PM.
The two classes will study together.
Sing Sing stepped onto the stage, playing the role of Wall Street loan shark conman, using a megaphone to trick students into scanning a QR code to receive free eggs.
They even personally taught these children how to use a mini-program to buy jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) and how to call the 749 Bureau's legal aid hotline with one click.
As the school bell rang, two heads peeked through the back door of the classroom.
The head of the Medical Department and Da Vinci stood at the door, waving lewdly at Sing Sing on the podium.