Chapter 153 Spring Outing Snacks [First Update]
High school life is generally quite boring. Even though everyone complains about a simple spring outing, many people start discussing what snacks to bring.
"La la la, I want to bring spicy chicken noodles!"
"I love chocolate."
"Self-heating pot! Self-heating pot!"
...
Looking at the class that had become abuzz, Ms. Wang, the homeroom teacher, wasn't surprised at all. Otherwise, she wouldn't have made an agreement with the other homeroom teachers to deliberately suppress the news.
"When we go to Carp Village this time, please be mindful of discipline. Do not go up the mountain. We will stay in the village in the morning and go to the cultural street in the afternoon..."
This is also a key project for local cultural and tourism development this year. The so-called "Carp Culture Street" is actually a commercial street, with some supporting tourism resources, such as fishing games and on-site carp lantern making.
Teacher Wang himself had never been there, but he heard from leaders who had been that Liyu Village had really invested heavily this time.
"The venue is very well done, it just lacks exposure."
There are so many places to visit now, and local tourism authorities are pulling out all the stops, competing fiercely for business. Even locals barely know about this tourist spot; how can they expect outsiders to come?
In the end, it was the cultural and tourism sector that took the lead and contacted several schools, which led to the arrival of the first batch of guests.
Wen Fan returned home and told his parents about the upcoming spring outing.
"Let's reschedule the home-cooked meal for this week."
A trip to Carp Village takes a whole day, and there's no telling when we'll be back.
Wen's mother was quite pleased with this and couldn't wait for Wen Fan to go out and have more fun.
"Mom will transfer you money! You and your classmates can buy whatever you want."
As the store expanded, the family's savings, which had been almost entirely depleted from buying a house and expanding the store, quickly returned. Now, Wen's mother felt she had no more worries; her only concern was that her daughter was working too hard.
Wen Fan hugged his mother's arm: "We don't need any money, I'll just bring some food."
Since she wasn't planning to make anything fresh this time, Wen Fan prepared snacks that could be eaten cold.
Considering the presence of many foodies, Wen Fan carried a bulging backpack on the morning of the gathering.
"Wen Fan, over here!"
Han Lulu waved to Wen Fan from a distance.
Only when I got closer to Wen Fan did I realize that many people in the class looked quite different today.
Despite the temperature being in the twenties, Han Lulu insisted on wearing a skirt that reached her calves, and the exposed ankle made Wen Fan frown.
Aren't you cold?
Han Lulu exclaimed excitedly, "It's not cold! I brought my camera today, I'm definitely going to take some nice photos!"
We must release a film! We absolutely must release a film!
Wen Fan: "...As long as you're happy."
The school arranged this trip at staggered times, with five classes per day, and it was scheduled to be completed within three weeks.
As the first class to be admitted, today was a beautiful sunny day. The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was a clear, deep blue, as if it had just been washed.
Teacher Wang had a small bag on her body and asked everyone to get on the bus.
There were plenty of seats on the bus. As soon as Wen Fan found a seat and sat down, Han Lulu sat down right next to her.
"Don't push me... What are you doing?"
Han Lulu looked around warily: "Of course, we should occupy a favorable position!"
I knew Wen Fan would definitely bring some good food today, so I had to stick close to him.
"Wen Fan, what did you bring?"
The car hadn't gone far when a classmate immediately revealed his true intentions, clinging to the back of Wen Fan's car seat and staring longingly at his schoolbag.
Wen Fan: "...I just brought some with me."
"What did you bring?"
This classmate is a real gossip; he's determined to get to the bottom of things.
Many people had started to catch up on sleep as soon as they got on the bus, but when they heard someone asking a question, they stopped sleeping and all stared at Wen Fan.
Qin He turned around from the front row, her eyes also shining brightly.
Wen Fan had no choice but to open the bag.
"These two bags contain stir-fried lotus root strips and beef jerky, this box contains fried tofu, these three boxes contain spicy chicken wings, that one contains sandwiches, and there are also rice balls, chicken feet, steamed buns..."
Wen Fan originally planned to make French fries, but considering that French fries would not be crispy if left for a long time, it would be better to make lotus root strips. As long as the fried lotus root strips are not stuffed, they will taste crispy and chewy, which is better than French fries.
The beef jerky was sweet and spicy, and Wen Fan put it in two bags to prevent the chili oil inside from overflowing.
Deep-fried tofu is cut into triangles. First, it is fried in oil to create a rough surface, and then soaked in a braising pot overnight. The fragrant and spicy braising liquid congeals on the tofu, making it very flavorful. The rough pores inside also absorb the braising liquid very well.
The rest of the chicken wings and feet were deboned, and the chicken feet were carefully cleaned of feathers. Wen Fan took them out of the braising pot yesterday and put them in the refrigerator.
These dishes were all served cold, so Wen Fan also brought a few steamed buns, intending to see if there was a place where he could light a fire and heat them up, so he could at least have some hot food.
After Wen Fan finished announcing the names of the dishes, he saw a circle of heads around him, each pair of round eyes filled with "want to eat".
Although Teacher Wang, who was sitting in the front row, was embarrassed to squeeze in with the students, she couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen.
Spicy chicken wings, stir-fried lotus root strips, beef jerky...
I don't know if I'll be able to eat it later.
Wen Fan chuckled and zipped up his backpack: "You can't eat now."
"Ouch! Don't do that!"
"Exactly, I'm so craving it, and now you're saying I can't eat it?"
"Little Fan, give me a bite!"
A group of people surrounded Wen Fan in a lively atmosphere, except for seven or eight people on the right rear of the bus who did not get up.
The boy next to Fu Chuan swallowed hard, his mind replaying for the ten thousandth time the breakfast Wen Fan had given Fu Chuan.
"...It's just ordering some food, you're so pathetic."
That's what I said, but inside I felt like a little cat's paw was scratching at me.
Speaking of which, these guys had a conflict with Wen Fan. Wen's products have been popular for a long time. Aside from the initial scorn from those who didn't know the truth, some people couldn't resist buying Wen's products later on.
However, they always had to be discreet when going there, since their classmates had gotten into the habit of going to Wen's Restaurant, especially Han Lulu and Qin He, who practically ate there for every meal if they weren't busy. If they ran into them, even if the other person didn't say anything, just a quick glance from head to toe was enough to make them want to disappear into the ground. And if they ran into Wen Fan, the situation would be even more unimaginable.
Recalling her previous confrontation with Jin Rui, the guy couldn't help but mutter that women are ruthless.
They were so passionate about pursuing him before, but now that they're saying they're sober, they're really giving Brother Chuan a cold shoulder. They've been in the same class for almost a year, and they treat Fu Chuan like he's invisible every day, ignoring even those of them who are close to him.
At first, everyone laughed at them, but as Wenji became more and more popular and lively, those who tried to isolate Wen Fan now became the odd ones in the class.
Others were tutoring Wen Fan, and they couldn't get a turn.
Others said that Wenji had recently added some delicious dishes, but they hadn't tried them.
Even after leaving school, parents' conversations will still include things like "Wenji Restaurant near the entrance of Qunying Middle School"...
For a moment, everyone had a delusion.
If Wen Fan were still with Fu Chuan, wouldn't I be able to...?
Immersed in money, even those who are young understand the difference in Wen Fan's value before and after.
The daughter of the family running the small restaurant near the school gate is nothing special, but now, with the popularity of Wenji and its future development potential, Wen Fan will no longer be the girl they treated like a clown.
The boy muttered to himself, while Fu Chuan looked at Wen Fan, who was surrounded by a crowd in front of him.
Fang Weiyue, sitting in the last row, was pale. She had gone to the hospital again last night. The old man was already delirious and would mumble "Xiao Fan" no matter who he grabbed.
Fang Weiyue looked at Wen Fan in front of her, her expression darkening.
...
Throughout the entire car ride, Wen Fan stubbornly refused to give him any snacks.
"The car smells like what you're eating!"
The snacks she brought this time were all incredibly spicy. If she ate them in the car, wouldn't anyone who gets carsick be doomed?
Anyway, Wen Fan could tell that these people didn't necessarily need to eat; they were just there to have fun. She had brought so much, it was obvious that everyone would get some later.
After a half-hour drive, the bus finally arrived at Carp Village. However, calling it Carp Village isn't quite accurate, as the area had long been designated a town due to the substantial profits from years of goldfish farming.
From afar, you can see all sorts of carp kites hanging at the end of the flat road. The kites are of different colors, with short strings, and they sway in the wind as they hang on the frame. All around are green wheat fields, giving it an almost animated feel.
Han Lulu exclaimed "Wow!" and pulled out her camera, asking her homeroom teacher if she could go down and take pictures.
Teacher Wang saw a large open space at the entrance of the village, which was obviously for parking, so he asked the driver to stop for a while.
"Don't step on other people's fields when you go down."
This is the time when the wheat is filling out; if you step on it, it won't grow properly.
"Yay!"
The crowd surged off the bus, and Han Lulu excitedly took out her DSLR camera and asked Wen Fan to take pictures of her.
"Squat down for a moment, and I'll strike this pose while you press the shutter..."
Wen Fan gave an OK sign; she was also a little excited, as she had never even touched a camera before.
After snapping a few photos, Wen Fan confidently declared, "All done."
Han Lulu took the camera: ...
"What's so good about it!"
Wen Fan was surprised: "Wasn't this a very clear picture taken for you?"
Han Lulu was furious: "You made my legs look so short in the photos! And my expression wasn't right either! This doesn't look like me at all!"
Wen Fan: "What's wrong with you? You look exactly like this in the camera."
Han Lulu: "...You're really doomed. You should be glad you're not a man, otherwise you'll never find a wife in this lifetime."
Wen Fan, hands on his hips, exclaimed, "How could I not find a wife when I'm such a good cook!"
...
A group of young people were laughing and joking, taking photos and short videos, before being ushered into the car by their teacher.
"The shifts before them have already left!"
As the car entered Carp Village, the streets were transformed, with koi fish motifs everywhere.
The streets were adorned with colorful paintings, even the villagers' houses. It was springtime, and some houses had planted Virginia creeper, its shapes paired with painted koi fish to create the image of koi chasing duckweed. The streetlights were also koi-shaped, and surprisingly, no two were the same. What was most surprising was the variety of flowers in the village, arranged in harmonious colors along the roadside, and a string of koi fish—a feast for the eyes.
The car was parked in the town's parking lot, and everyone got out with their bags and lined up.
Teacher Wang pointed to the area near the foot of the mountain on the right: "In the morning, we'll go to visit the villagers' fishponds. Be careful not to fall in. We'll have a picnic at noon. Some villagers will also provide food. The meals are inexpensive, and there are designated places to eat. Remember not to wander off or go up the mountain."
"good--"
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Author's Note: I've adjusted! I, Hu Hansan, am back! Back to updating twice a week!
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