“开饭啰!”同学们喜笑颜开,纷纷以百米冲刺的速度跑向食堂,并迅速把饭盆重重包围。那种密度,就连蚊子也飞不进。好不容易,灿才拿到饭,唱起歌如凯旋的战士,兴致勃勃回到座位上。打开饭盒一看：妈呀,又是上层黑下层稀。幸好母亲给了她一个小肚皮,去掉上下层,吃了也还够。再看看其他人：有的苦着脸,有的皱着眉,有的失望,有的埋怨,还有的面无表情,大概是已经习惯了吧。“难吃死了,我不吃。”“老兄,你也太挑食了吧。小心班主任又来给你做思想政治工作,‘红军长征吃草根吃树皮……’想想吧,够你累的。”有人在劝说。“再说,学校的厨师也不容易,他们要做这么多人的饭……” “The rice cooker!” The students smiled and rushed to the cafeteria with the speed of 100 meters. They quickly surrounded the rice bowl. At that density, even mosquitoes can’t fly. After a hard time, Chan won the meal, sang a song like a triumphant soldier, and happily returned to his seat. Open the lunch box to see: Mom, it is the upper black lower layer. Fortunately, the mother gave her a small belly, removed the upper and lower layers, and ate enough. Look at other people: Some have a hard face, some with a frown, some disappointment, some complain, and others are expressionless, probably already accustomed to it. “Eat is dead, I don’t eat.” “Brother, you’re too picky eaters. Be careful that the head teacher comes back to do ideological and political work for you. ’The Red Army marches to eat grass roots to eat bark...’ Think about it, you’re tired of it. ” Someone is persuading. ”Moreover, it is not easy for the school’s chefs to do so many people’s meals..."