Don't fall in love with the professor

Jiang Xiaocheng seems to be a little absent-minded these past few days, sometimes he brushes his hair, and then slowly stops, staring blankly out of the window.

Zhong Kexing saw it, thought he was thinking about resigning, and wanted to take him out to relax.

It happened that the school was not busy that day, so he got off work early, drove to Jiang Xiaocheng's work place, and parked the car under the office building.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, I saw Jiang Xiaocheng coming out of the glass gate from a distance, standing on the steps looking around, his eyes swept to the parking position of Zhong Kexing, with a lively look on his face, and he approached briskly.

Skillfully opened the co-pilot's door, put the backpack behind, and asked with unconcealed joy in his tone, "Why are you here today? Don't you need to guide the students' papers?"

It was only then that Zhong Kexing remembered that he had been focusing on school matters recently, and he hadn't been with Jiang Xiaocheng for a long time.

Guilt suddenly arose in my heart, and I said: "The urgent work has been completed, and the next period of time will be relatively easy."

Jiang Xiaocheng's smile deepened, and while wearing his seat belt, he asked, "Then what are we going to do at night? Shall we go to the market to buy some food?"

"I heard that there is a very long snack street near Hangning Normal University. I haven't been there yet."

"I've been there, I've been there!" Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes lit up.

I also feel unbelievable. On weekdays, this person always tells himself not to eat junk food. Does he mean to "degenerate" together?

Sure enough, Zhong Kexing said: "Then let's go to the snack street, what do you think?"

Wenxing Street near Hangning Normal University is very spacious. During the day, it is a normal road for traffic. At night, more than 100 businesses set up stalls along the roadside, and small orange lights outline the signs. The words, from the street light to the end of the street.

This night market has been open for many years. In addition to selling food and drink, it also sells odds and ends of daily necessities, such as jewelry, toys, and mobile phone accessories. It is even more lively on Saturdays and Sundays. Most of the people who come here are young people from nearby schools.

Rough and loud yelling, loud laughter, the collision of iron pans and frying spoons... the aroma of various foods is mixed, floating in the tip of the nose, making people want to drool.

Zhong Kexing stood in the bustling crowd, looking around from time to time, and saw that it was his first visit.

Jiang Xiaocheng is familiar with the road. He raised his head and asked, "What do you want to eat? Zhang Ji's pancakes? Rice rolls? Grilled skewers?"

He added: "The gluten in that family is also very good!"

Zhong Kexing followed his fingers and looked over, hesitated for a while, as if making a choice, and then said: "I don't know what to eat, which one do you like?"

Jiang Xiaocheng looked around, dragged him to a booth, and asked his opinion.

"Why don't you eat this first?"

After getting the consent, he excitedly said to the busy boss: "Take two skewers of squid, please."

"okay!"

The master wearing a white apron happily agreed, and skillfully picked up the palm-sized squid, spread it flat on the iron plate, flipped his fingers, pressed everything, and there was a non-stop sound, and the squid was broken into beautiful pieces. It is strip-shaped, and because of the heat, it curls up slightly, turning from white to red, and the color is attractive.

Cumin, black pepper, sesame, chili powder... All kinds of spices are evenly sprinkled on top, and the aroma is overflowing.

The business of this family is booming. There were a few girls waiting around the stall early on, and it was their turn until the second round of roasting.

Jiang Xiaocheng took two skewers from the boss, and quickly distributed one to Zhong Kexing.

"Their family has a good reputation, try it quickly, it's delicious."

Zhong Kexing tossed the squid over and over, as if he didn't know where to start his mouth. He caught a glimpse of the two girls in front of them eating big mouthfuls as they walked.

Then I saw a couple sitting at a table in a nearby booth, their heads bowed, stroking their sixtieth powder.

It turns out that here, you don't need to pay so much attention to the image, you can be more comfortable.

Zhong Kexing was silent for a few seconds, then finally lowered his head and took a bite of the squid in his hand.

Very tender, yet tough, with a magical taste.

I don't know what is put in the sauce, and there is a hint of sweetness in the salty and spicy.

"Is it tasty?"

Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was the one who made the grilled squid.

Zhong Kexing nodded.

"good to eat."

The smile in Jiang Xiaocheng's eyes widened, he pointed to the corner of his mouth, and said, "Here, there is sauce."

In addition to squid, Zhong Kexing also gained a lot of novel experiences, the exaggeratedly cut baked potatoes are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the soda in a green glass bottle has a cheap sweetness, and the octopus balls that burn your mouth if you eat too quickly...

In addition to eating, I also visited other stalls. Jiang Xiaocheng pulled Zhong Kexing into the crowd, and saw the boss wearing a microphone, and he was selling his white shoe cleaner. With a light wipe, the stains disappeared completely. .

Jiang Xiaocheng was a little moved, but Zhong Kexing said that using hydrogen peroxide in the laboratory can also achieve this effect.

I only bought a dog scarf, red knit, and I can bring it to Xunchao during the Chinese New Year. It must be very festive.

Unknowingly, they reached the end of the walk. Both of them were still a little unsatisfied, so they simply walked along this road and continued to move forward.

I turned a corner at the intersection and entered a food street by mistake. Except for the sporadic milk tea shops and fruit shops, there are restaurants of all sizes.

Hot pot, barbecue, local dishes, lobster restaurant, western restaurant...everything is available.

Just now they were only half full, and they walked so far, the two of them discussed, why not find another restaurant, order some side dishes, and take a rest by the way.

Looking all the way, Jiang Xiaocheng looked up at the signboards of each store, and suddenly asked: "The small farmyard...how about this?"

Through the large glass window, I saw that the tables in the hall were full, and said: "It's so lively, the taste should not be bad."

Zhong Kexing took a look and said, "Okay."

As soon as they entered the door, they could feel the hustle and bustle inside. The waiter held the plate without touching his feet, and beckoned them to sit down.

There happened to be a table of guests standing against the wall who got up and left. A waiter came over immediately and removed everything neatly.

He also said that there is a QR code on the table, so you can order food yourself.

Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng sat on the same side of the table, scrolled through the menu slowly, and ordered two signature dishes, one was big meat and the other was refreshing.

Jiang Xiaocheng looked at the phone and asked, "What staple food do you eat?"

Zhong Kexing said: "There is white rice here, the two of us don't need to order too much, just—"

After a pause, he said again: "There are steamed buns here."

Remembering that Jiang Xiaocheng is from the north, he asked, "Eat this?"

The range in the north is very wide, and not all of them are mainly pasta.

Jiang Xiaocheng knew what he meant, and it was true that he hadn't eaten steamed buns for a long time, so he missed them a little, so he ordered two, thinking about trying them out.

Soon, the dishes will be ready.

This merchant has a heart. Instead of serving the steamed buns whole, they are cut into slices that are neither thin nor thick, and neatly stacked on a white plate, which makes it more convenient to eat.

Jiang Xiaocheng took a sip and chewed slowly, it was a homely taste.

Suddenly laughed.

Zhong Kexing asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xiaocheng said: "It's nothing, I just remembered something from my childhood."

He seldom mentioned things about his childhood, probably because he was in a good mood today and relaxed his guard and vigilance.

Zhong Kexing put his thumb on the joint of his index finger and twirled it lightly, seemingly casually asking, "Is it related to steamed buns?"

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed, put down his chopsticks, and couldn't help saying: "When I was young, I was very greedy and always wanted to eat delicious food, but delicious food was not often available, so I made it myself."

"Winter in the north is very cold, and every family has a stove that burns coal. Good-quality coal will turn red after a period of time, a bit like charcoal for barbecues."

"I just cut the steamed buns into slices, put them on with chopsticks, baked them on the stove, and sprinkled a little salt. The steamed buns lost their moisture, and the surface was burnt. It was delicious."

"One time, I accidentally roasted the chopsticks black, and was afraid of being scolded, so I simply threw them into the charcoal fire. My mother was still talking to herself the next day, why was one missing?"

Zhong Kexing laughed. It turned out that Jiang Xiaocheng would also cause trouble, and he also had such a lively side.

He said: "We can pack these steamed buns. There is no stove at home, but there is an oven."

Jiang Xiaocheng thought it was a good idea, and when he was about to finish eating, he called the waiter.

"Hello, this steamed bun, please pack it for us."

The waiter was a woman in her forties, wearing a uniform style of red overalls. When she heard Jiang Xiaocheng's words, she was surprised and said, "Steamed buns cannot be packed."

In this astonishment, there was also a hint of contempt, probably thinking how stingy a person would be to take away even cheap steamed buns.

Jiang Xiaocheng was startled, and subconsciously said: "Can't you pack it, then forget it."

The waiter glanced at him, raised his chin, and turned to leave, but was stopped by Zhong Kexing.

"Hello, this steamed bun, why can't it be packed."

Zhong Kexing was able to speak calmly in the face of hundreds of students. He looked into the eyes of others, naturally with some deterrent force, and the waiter did not dare to use a contemptuous attitude.

I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I just said: "Our store's regulations say that vegetables can be packed, but steamed buns cannot be packed."

"But we paid for the steamed buns and vegetables, how can the vegetables be packed? Can't the steamed buns be packed?"

"If you don't have enough steamed buns, you can add more, but you can't pack them."

"I don't understand such a rule. I paid the money and left so much, isn't it a waste?"

These few conversations were only a matter of a few seconds, and Zhong Kexing counterattacked so quickly that the other party was speechless.

"Wait a minute, I'll go to the boss."

After a while, a lady in a suit came over and explained in a neither humble nor humble way:

"Hello, it's like this. The price of steamed buns in our store is charged according to the number of people. You can eat as much as you want, but you can't take it away. But today's steamed buns on this table, we will pack them for you for free."

He is also an experienced person, and resolved this crisis in a few words.

Such a small episode was nothing at all, let alone Zhong Kexing won the "victory".

But in the evening, Zhong Kexing hugged Jiang Xiaocheng and was about to fall asleep when a voice suddenly sounded in his arms.

"So angry."

Zhong Kexing opened his eyes and asked what's wrong.

Only then did Jiang Xiaocheng start to settle accounts.

"Why?"

"It's obviously spent money, why don't you let me pack it?"

"Just let me pack."

As he was talking, he actually sat up from the bed and repeated these words several times in his mouth.

Zhong Kexing frowned, got up and turned on the lamp beside the bed, picked up his glasses and put them on again, and saw Jiang Xiaocheng's angry appearance clearly.

"Why is there such a regulation?"

Zhong Kexing said gently: "You can think about the dipping sauce in the hot pot restaurant. It is charged according to the number of people. Guests can use it in unlimited quantities, but they cannot take the dipping sauce away."

Jiang Xiaocheng fell silent, seemingly convinced.

After a long time, I said: "No, we took the hot pot dipping ingredients ourselves, and we didn't take too much. The steamed buns were brought by them, without our advice. We brought so much that we couldn't finish it. , Don’t let us pack it, isn’t it a waste of food? This is not the same as the dipping sauce in the hot pot restaurant.”

"Also, they didn't say in advance that the steamed buns are charged in this way."

Zhong Kexing said patiently: "So, there are loopholes in their regulations. It is because of this that the boss packs the steamed buns for us."

He stretched out his arms and touched Jiang Xiaocheng's ears and cheeks.

"It's fine if we don't go to this store in the future."

Jiang Xiaocheng seemed less angry, but with a frustrated expression on his face again, he whispered, "Thanks to you."

With this appearance, it seemed that he regretted that he didn't perform well in the quarrel, Zhong Kexing's heart softened, and he poked his face again.

"small bun."

"You don't want to, why don't you say it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know, I can't say it."

As if very dependent, he hugged Zhong Kexing and buried his head in his neck.

He asked sullenly, "How can you say it?"

The author has something to say: I wanted to write down, but it was too late and I was going to bed~