Don't fall in love with the professor

The last time Zhong Kexing invited Jiang Xiaocheng to a rather luxurious French meal, Jiang Xiaocheng promised to return the invitation, but because of work, he delayed again and again. Although it was not intentional, he did not keep his promise.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaocheng was somewhat embarrassed to meet again under Lang Lang's daylight.

Embarrassment is embarrassment, and the other party greets you proactively, so you can't turn a blind eye.

Jiang Xiaocheng stepped forward bravely, showing a smile.

"Mr. Zhong, is this off work?"

Zhong Kexing didn't seem to care about Jiang Xiaocheng's breaking the appointment, and nodded peacefully. After seeing the large and small luggage behind him, his sword eyebrows slightly retracted.

"Are you going to the dormitory?"

Han Tian next to him hooked Jiang Xia's finger, probably wanting to ask who this person is, Jiang Xia turned to look at her, and said with his eyes, "I don't know either."

Jiang Xiaocheng noticed their small movements, and introduced: "Yes, I just finished the formalities, um... This is my sister Jiang Xia, and this is her roommate Han Tian."

Then he said to the two of them: "You guys should call this one...Mr. Zhong."

"Hello, Teacher Zhong." The two looked at each other and bowed politely.

Zhong Kexing hummed lightly and asked, "Which apartment do you live in?"

This sentence was said while looking at Jiang Xiaocheng and Han Tian.

"Apartment Nine!" Han Tian hurriedly replied as if he had a premonition that he could hitch a ride.

Sure enough, Zhong Kexing said, "I'll see you off."

"Hey..." Jiang Xiaocheng wanted to say that they could go by themselves, but when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Xia and Han Tian's forehead hair was tied into wisps of sweat, their cheeks were flushed from the sun, and they were bitter like puppies. It's poor.

Then he hesitated.

During this hesitation, Zhong Kexing got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Strutting over, he took Jiang Xiaocheng's suitcase with his knuckle-boned hands, and said in a low voice, "I'll come."

Jiang Xiaocheng knew that his initiative and enthusiasm was due to himself, so he was a little embarrassed and said "thank you" softly.

This "thank you" was like a pass, Jiang Xia and Han Tian jumped up and passed the luggage together.

It took 15 minutes to walk, and it only took a while to drive. Soon, they arrived at the bottom of the dormitory.

Zhong Kexing and Jiang Xiaocheng worked together to unload the luggage, and Jiang Xia and Han Tian carried it inside again.

"Which floor do they live on?" Zhong Kexing closed the trunk and asked.

"First floor," Jiang Xiaocheng thought, he couldn't ask the teacher to carry the luggage for the students, so he said, "They don't need to climb the stairs, they can do it by themselves."

Zhong Kexing nodded and said, "Then I'll go first."

Open the door.

"Wait a minute!" Jiang Xiaocheng stopped him, glanced back at the door of the dormitory, then turned his head and said, "Wait for me a moment."

Walk into the dormitory building in three steps at a time.

Probably because of the start of school, there are many people coming and going in the corridor, including students and parents. The sound of talking and moving tables and chairs is constantly coming from the dormitory through the door.

Jiang Xiaocheng found Jiang Xia's dormitory. The door was half open. There were four bunks on the bed and under the table. Jiang Xia and Han Tian squatted on the ground to pack their luggage. Play on your phone at your own location.

It was inconvenient for him to go in, so he knocked on the door with his fingers bent.

Four heads raised their heads one after another.

"Brother." Jiang Xia stood up.

Jiang Xiaocheng smiled at them and signaled Jiang Xia to come out.

The two stood in the aisle of the corridor, Jiang Xiaocheng said:

"Give me your phone."

Jiang Xia froze for a moment, but didn't ask him what he was going to do, and said, "It's in the dormitory, I'll get it."

Stepped over the mess on the ground, grabbed the mobile phone on the table, ran out joltingly, and handed it to Jiang Xiaocheng.

Jiang Xiaocheng operated a few times on the mobile phone interface of the two respectively, and a reminder sounded that the red envelope had arrived.

"I transferred some money for you. There are many places where the money is used for the start of school. If you run out of money, let me know."

"Oh, no need," Jiang Xia was in a hurry, grabbed the phone, and wanted to transfer it back to him, "My parents gave me a lot, it's enough."

Jiang Xiaocheng put his hand on her arm and pushed it lightly, "Hold it, it will come in handy sooner or later."

He also asked: "What uncle and aunt give you is living expenses, and mine is pocket money, which is used to buy things you like, such as cosmetics, clothes, etc. You have to choose the right ones, and it doesn't matter if they are more expensive. If If you are not interested in these, then use them to buy fruits and snacks."

Holding the phone, Jiang Xia couldn't help but her eyes turned red, she stretched out her arms to hug him, and put her head on his shoulder, "Brother!"

"Okay, stop being coquettish," Jiang Xiaocheng said softly, stroking her back, "Do you need anything else?"

"My roommate and I made an appointment to go to the supermarket and buy some food and daily necessities." Jiang Xia replied.

"Okay, I'm leaving now, can you?"

"Okay, brother, don't worry," Jiang Xia sniffed, "By the way, who was that Teacher Zhong just now?"

Her eyes were pure, apparently she didn't think about anything else, so Jiang Xiaocheng said vaguely, "A friend."

Zhong Kexing waited in the car, saw Jiang Xiaocheng coming out of the dormitory, pulled down the window and said, "Come on."

Jiang Xiaocheng hesitated, got into the car, looked at Zhong Kexing's profile, and was speechless for a while.

After a while, he said cautiously: "What a coincidence, I can meet you here."

Cursing to himself how stupid this sentence is, he said again: "Thanks to you today, I am not familiar with the road here, and I have so much luggage. If I really want to go by myself, I don't know how long it will take to find it—I promised to ask you before." I have already figured out which restaurant to go to when you eat, but I have been too busy with work recently, and I haven't had time to spare."

I briefly talked about how to take over the project from Qin Meng, how to collect information day and night, and plan things.

I sincerely apologize, "Sorry, I haven't contacted you for so long, I should send you a message to tell you."

Zhong Kexing listened quietly, paused for a moment, and asked, "Which restaurant?"

"Ah?" The jump was too fast, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't understand.

"Didn't you think about the restaurant? Do you have time next?" Zhong Kexing started the car, turned the steering wheel, and added, "I have time, so I didn't have dinner."

Jiang Xiaocheng finally came to his senses and nodded quickly, "I have time, I have time."

That's exactly what he meant when he stopped Zhong Kexing.

"The restaurant is on Ningdong Street, in the Yunfeng Commercial Building."

The car bypassed a large flower bed, drove out of the main gate of the school, and merged into the turbulent traffic. It was the most beautiful time of the day. The sky was that kind of transparent blue, with feathery clouds floating misty Above, the sun no longer shines brightly, and begins to slowly slide down the horizon.

Jiang Xiaocheng gripped his seat belt, then let it go, and asked, "Isn't school still starting? How do you know how to go to work?"

"I'm here to do an experiment." Zhong Kexing replied, watching the road conditions.

"So... after school starts, you have to do experiments and have classes, isn't it very busy?"

"Fortunately."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Xiaocheng asked again: "Do you usually grow plants? Hybrid rice or something."

"I study mice, not plants."

"Oh."

Jiang Xiaocheng wondered if Zhong Kexing was still adhering to the principle of "talking as little as possible". If so, how would the chat continue?

In the following time, Jiang Xiaocheng continued to output topics, and with his persistent efforts, Zhong Kexing finally responded.

"eat hot pot?"

"correct."

Jiang Xiaocheng turned his back away from the seat and nodded excitedly.

"That hot pot is very famous and delicious. I've been there several times."

"Eat hot pot?" Zhong Kexing tilted his head like a repeater.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't seem happy at all, so he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy, and asked, "You...don't like hot pot."

Zhong Kexing frowned, "Hot pot is not healthy."

"That restaurant is in the commercial area, and many people go there every day. I have eaten there a few times, and it feels very hygienic." Jiang Xiaocheng tried to argue.

"It's not unhygienic," Zhong Kexing gave him a scientific introduction very seriously, "the hot pot soup contains nitrite and nitrosamines, which are carcinogens, and eating high-temperature food will also cause damage to the mucous membrane of the digestive tract."

Jiang Xiaocheng's self-esteem was greatly hurt when his favorite food was evaluated in this way, but he still asked in a good-tempered manner:

"Then what do you want to eat?"

Seeing his disappointed look, Zhong Kexing knew that he had said something wrong again.

He frequently looked at Jiang Xiaocheng's face and moved his lips, but he didn't know how to smooth things over. Out of his corner of the eye, he caught sight of another restaurant on the side of the road with a familiar signboard with white characters on a blue background, and said, "Why don't you... eat Lanzhou noodles. gone."

"Lanzhou Ramen?" Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't believe his ears.

"Ah."

"Lanzhou Ramen?" Jiang Xiaocheng turned into a repeater this time.

"Why, you don't like Lanzhou noodles?"

It doesn't matter if you like it or not.

In his junior year, Jiang Xiaocheng and a few classmates went to other places for research. Almost every dish there had chili peppers. One of them suddenly had a stomachache and couldn’t eat spicy food. Jiang Xiaocheng searched for several shops, and finally Bought him a bowl of Lanzhou ramen.

Later, whenever Jiang Xiaocheng went to a place, if he happened to be unaccustomed to the local food, or wanted to save time, he would eat a steaming bowl of Lanzhou ramen, with a spoonful of soup slipping from the mouth into the esophagus, warming his whole body. Complacent.

And you never have to worry about this bowl of noodles going against your own taste, because no matter which kitchen it is served from, its taste will never change.

But although this bowl of noodles can make people in a foreign land feel the familiar taste and warmth, how can it compare with French cuisine?

Jiang Xiaocheng fell into deep thought.