I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 335 The little cuties are too lively

"This money is really hard to earn."

Surrounded by eight handsome guys, Lin Xiaohe was escorted to the school cafeteria amidst the curious gazes of the students.

Uncle Chen was already waiting there.

He and the canteen manager played good cop and bad cop, respectively, as if they wanted to dig up all of Lin Xiaohe's ancestors for eighteen generations.

After being questioned for more than an hour, Lin Xiaohe finally passed the interview and was taken to complete the onboarding procedures.

Actually, Lin Xiaohe was thinking of quitting. But considering the current job market, finding a job with a monthly income of 7000 yuan, five social insurances and one housing fund, weekends off, and no overtime seemed quite difficult.

If I really don't do it, it will be hard to explain to Professor Liu and his wife.

Lin Xiaohe's senses were extremely sharp; even those who were hiding nearby could see everything, no matter how subtle their observations were.

Sigh, let them monitor me then. If you haven't done anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at your door in the middle of the night.

Lin Xiaohe has a clear conscience, so she has nothing to fear.

"This is Chef Li. From now on, you'll be under his supervision. Old Li, this is the newcomer, Lin Xiaohe. Please mentor her." After handing Lin Xiaohe, the cafeteria manager, over to Uncle Li, she left.

Chef Li was a burly man from Shandong, standing 1.8 meters tall. He had a simple and honest appearance and a voice like muffled thunder: "Um, what can you do?"

He was a little worried. Could Lin Xiaohe, with her skinny arms and legs, really manage?
Lin Xiaohe: "As long as I'm not allowed to cook, I can do anything."

She can cook it, but she's afraid that no one will dare to eat it after she cooks it.

The school has a total of 4 canteens.

Lin Xiaohe works at the fourth canteen, which has a total of 12 windows.

There are 3 head chefs and 18 helpers in the kitchen.

At this moment, they were all so busy that they barely had time to think, only occasionally glancing at Lin Xiaohe before focusing on their work.

Old Li rubbed his teeth, looking troubled. He was short of someone who could have easily cut meat, but instead, his superiors had brought in a frail young woman.

Ugh.

"Our working hours are from 6:00 AM to 12:30 PM, and then from 4:00 PM to 6:00 PM. Once you officially start working, we'll provide accommodation and three meals a day. During your internship, you'll also have three meals a day." Old Li led Lin Xiaohe to a pile of peeled potatoes.

"Can you shred potatoes?"

Lin Xiaohe gave a polite smile: "Yes, how detailed do you want it?"

"Make stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar for lunch. They don't need to be too thin or too thick, about the size of a matchstick." Old Li added, a little worried, "If it works, great. If not, call someone for help. Don't let it interfere with our business."

"Don't worry, if I say it's okay, then it definitely will!"

"Heh, this little girl has quite the ambition." Old Li handed the task over to Lin Xiaohe and went about his own business.

Cutting potatoes into shreds is easy; coarse or fine shreds don't matter. This girl should be able to handle it, right?

It was almost lunchtime, and the kitchen was bustling with activity. The sounds of chopping vegetables, stir-frying, washing vegetables, and shouting filled the air with the warmth and energy of everyday life.

Lin Xiaohe rolled up her sleeves, held a potato in her left hand and a knife in her right, and swung the cleaver around in a blur.

The helper responsible for peeling potatoes had already peeled a bowl of potatoes early in the morning. Just as he was about to look up and rest for a while, he saw that the bowl of peeled potatoes was being consumed at a visible speed.

He looked at the thin figure in astonishment: "Damn!"

This potato shredding technique is faster than a machine!
He couldn't resist, leaned over, picked up a handful of shredded potatoes, and his shock became even more apparent.

Each of these potato shreds is the same size, about the size of a matchstick.

"This is impossible..." He was also a bit of a fool, so he took out a tape measure from his pocket and started measuring each one.

After measuring dozens of pieces, he finally had to admit that the new female cutter was truly amazing!
Seeing that there were only a few potatoes left in the bowl of peeled potatoes, which could probably be cut up in just a few seconds, he yelled like a monkey whose butt had been burned and quickly started peeling them.

While peeling the skin, I groaned inwardly.

The winds of involution have finally reached the school kitchen! Someone with such amazing vegetable-cutting skills is even trying to steal jobs from the cafeteria.

Old Li, who was in charge of stir-frying the shredded potatoes with vinegar, took the cut potato shreds, paused slightly, and then continued stir-frying as if nothing had happened. The potato shreds were all the same size, so they would heat evenly, and as long as the technique was good, the dish would naturally taste good.

The stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar served at the fourth canteen today received unanimous praise from the students.

After the students finished eating, the chef's apprentices began preparing the staff meals.

Most of the helpers are young men, with a few elderly men and women occasionally.

The young man was too shy to strike up a conversation with Lin Xiaohe, so Old Li sat down next to her. His daughter was about the same age as Lin Xiaohe, and she looked at Lin Xiaohe like she was a junior.

"Your potato shredding skills are good. Keep up the good work. With your skills, you'll have no problem getting through your internship."

"Okay, Uncle Li, is that open space behind our kitchen useful?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to grow some vegetables. It's such a waste to leave this land empty."

Old Li was taken aback, not expecting Lin Xiaohe to make this request: "It's possible, but do you know how to farm?"

Lin Xiaohe smiled and said, "I graduated from an agricultural university."

Upon hearing that she had studied agriculture, the elderly men and women who came to help felt a great sense of kinship.

Wow, that's amazing! What are you planning to plant?

“We used to plant in the backyard, and things would grow a little bit here and there, but these past two years have been really weird, everything we plant dies!”

"Absolutely! I used to be a farmer, I farmed for decades, but I suffered a huge setback in my backyard. If word gets out, I'll lose all face!"

Lin Xiaohe replied with a smile, "I plan to plant some potatoes, peppers, tomatoes, corn, and dandelions."

"what?!"

The crowd questioned, "Will this work? The plants are such a mixed crop."

"Let's try it."

No one tried to persuade them further.

Anyway, it's Lin Xiaohe who's farming, and they don't need to help her. Whether it's good or bad, it's all Lin Xiaohe's business.

They didn't need to say anything more; it just made them annoying.

After finishing her meal, Lin Xiaohe found a hoe and started working on the farm.

The lunch break was long, lasting until 4 p.m. With nothing much to do, everyone gathered in small groups, chatting and gossiping while watching Lin Xiaohe work.

As they watched, they stopped gossiping and focused all their attention on Lin Xiaohe.

"You know what, someone who's studied professionally is just different. Their movements are swift and graceful, and they look beautiful no matter how you look at them."

A young man corrected him: "That's called flowing, graceful movements."

"Okay, okay, you're all right. The weather will get warmer and warmer, then we'll see if this girl can grow anything."

Lin Xiaohe didn't care at all about the gazes falling on her, and flicked her fingers after digging each hole.

The military academy was built on a cemetery, with the aim of using the academy's positive energy to suppress certain things.

Normally, they shouldn't be here in broad daylight. But there are many fragments of consciousness in the soil, which is why nothing can grow there.

"What are you doing?" a military academy student suddenly asked.

He had been watching from the side for a long time. Lin Xiaohe's farming movements were particularly stress-relieving, but she would snap her fingers every time.

Lin Xiaohe looked up, sunlight shining into her eyes as if shattering golden light: "The little cuties are too active, I told them not to disturb them."

"Who is the cutie?"

"Well, in scientific terms, they are intermediate and microparticles."