Chapter 88 The food in the private school cafeteria is not good

When Wen Zhenyi woke up, it was almost time to cook in the afternoon. She sat up from the bed and stretched.

Ma Yinghe and his wife, along with Zhu Tao, were looking at the clams in the basin.

"Dad, Mom."

Wen Chengwen saw her coming out of the room and smiled: "Yi Yi, get up."

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the clams you bought."

Wen Zhenyi walked over and squatted beside them to take a look. There was no mud or sand in the water under the basin, and it seemed that they had vomited it all out.

She had previously added salt and a few drops of oil to the basin to induce vomiting of mud and sand.

Ma Yinghe looked at her: "Yiyi, is this how you cook it?"

"Don't worry, we still need to crush the japonica rice into small pieces, roughly the same size as sugar granules."

Wen Chengwen stood up and said, "I'll do this." Then he went to the kitchen to get a mortar and scooped out a lot of rice.

Ma Yinghe also went to help him. Each of them pounded for a while and could take turns to rest.

Zhu Tao looked at her: "Yi Yi, what should I do?"

"Help me clean the clam shells and make sure they are free of mud and sand."

"Okay, I'll wash it now."

Wen Zhenyi went to the kitchen to check on the old hen she was stewing. The aroma of meat filled the air as soon as she entered the kitchen. She opened the lid of the pot and saw that the soup was slowly boiling.

She scooped up some soup with a small spoon and tasted it. It was quite fragrant. She poked the chicken with a chopstick and found it was still a little hard. She needed to stew it for a while longer.

The dishes I made this morning have been eaten and I need to make some more in the afternoon.

Wen Zhenyi steamed the rice first, then checked the ingredients and prepared to make some scrambled eggs with tomatoes, clam and loofah soup, and a plate of smashed cucumber.

These ingredients are not difficult to prepare, they are all ready-made, she just needs to prepare the ingredients.

When Wen Yongnan and the others came in the afternoon, they deliberately changed out of the green gowns they wore in the academy.

"Yiyi, do you want me to help you with anything?"

Wen Zhenyi turned to look at him: "Brother, you don't need to help. I made it simple this afternoon. I'm not in a hurry to go back after dinner. You can help me process the clams."

"Sure, we've finished our homework for today, so there's no need to rush back."

Wen Yongman took a deep breath in the kitchen with his little nose: "I can even smell the aroma of meat."

Wen Zhenyi looked at him amusedly: "You talk as if you're hungry every day."

Wen Yongman walked to Wen Zhenyi's side, looked around mysteriously, and whispered, "Sister, I've been to the private school cafeteria, and the food there doesn't look tasty."

Wen Zhenyi looked down at him: "Have you gone to investigate?"

"Yeah, I saw it the day I went there. I was thinking, if I had to eat something like this every day, I probably wouldn't be able to finish it."

"I've never been so picky about food before."

"You said that was in the past. Now that I've tasted what you cook, nothing else can compare to you."

Wen Zhenyi was amused by him: "I think you are just greedy."

"Hey, that has to be delicious."

Wen Yongnan looked at his younger brother and said, "After dinner, you still have to finish the homework you copied as punishment today."

Wen Zhenyi looked at Wen Yongman, then at Wen Yongnan: "Brother, was Xiaoman punished to copy?"

"He wasn't paying attention in class, so the teacher made him copy as punishment."

Wen Yongman lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Wen Zhenyi, kicking his little feet lightly on the ground.

Wen Zhenyi smiled and patted his head: "It's normal to feel uncomfortable at first. You usually play outside all the time, but you have to correct it in the future. You have learned the knowledge, and when you have a break, you can go back and teach Hu Zi and the others."

Wen Yongman looked up at her: "Sister, are you not angry?"

"What's there to be angry about? There's always a process, but we agreed that it can only get better and better, not worse. You must also complete the copying assigned by the teacher conscientiously, only then will you make progress."

"Okay, I will definitely complete it carefully." Wen Yongman smiled with his eyes curved into crescents.

"Go and help me see if Grandpa Shen and the others have arrived. If they have, I'll prepare to cook."

"We're already here, and we came to see if anyone needs help." Shen Hanxing just walked in from the kitchen door.

"No need for help, just sit outside for a while and we'll be able to eat soon." Wen Zhenyi said and started cooking skillfully.

Soon a table full of dishes was served on the table.

While eating, Wen Zhenyi found that Shen Xiucai was a little absent-minded: “Grandpa Shen, is the food not to your taste?”

Shen Xiucai quickly waved his hands: "No, no, they are all delicious, how can they not suit your taste?"

Wen Zhenyi turned to look at Shen Hanxing and saw him shaking his head gently, indicating that he didn't know either.

Today we stewed an old chicken. The chicken skin was chewy and the meat tasted even more fragrant. Eight people ate the whole chicken clean.

Wen Yongman touched his somewhat full stomach, with greasy stains on the corners of his mouth. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction and said, "It's really delicious."

Ma Yinghe took out a handkerchief and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth: "Before it gets completely dark, hurry up and finish copying your homework."

"Mom, let me rest for a while."

"Take a rest after you finish copying. Copying by oil lamp will hurt your eyes."

Wen Yongman had no choice but to get up, get out the four treasures of the study, and copy the book on a clean table.

Shen Xiucai did not rush back, but explained today's lessons to Wen Yongman and Wen Yongnan one by one, and carefully explained again what they did not know or understand.

Wen Zhenyi prepared to process the clams, otherwise it would be too late tomorrow morning.

Shen Hanxing went to the kitchen to help her light the fire.

“Brother Shen, what happened to Grandpa Shen this afternoon?”

"I don't know either. I didn't run into him on my way back. He looked gloomy after class. He wouldn't say anything when I asked him anything."

"Did something happen in the private school?"

"I think so. I'll go back and ask around later."

"If you need our help, just tell me."

"It probably has nothing to do with him. After all, this private school was built by Master Cheng."

Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned: "Did he build this private school?"

Chen Hanxing nodded: "Well, the horses, bows and arrows, and teachers in the private school all cost a lot of money to hire. Without strong financial resources, ordinary people can't do it."

"No wonder. I thought it was built with government funding."

"The only government-funded academy is in the county. The private schools in other towns are all privately established. However, students from our town will have an advantage if they go to the county academy. They can keep up in all aspects and don't have to worry about falling behind."

"That's true. The tuition fees for private schools aren't very high when calculated this way."

Shen Hanxing added some firewood to the stove: “Even so, it is still high for ordinary people.”