Yang Shu walked out of the cafeteria, carrying two steamed buns, and returned to his dormitory. Before he even entered the room, he heard his roommate Hu Fangfang's wailing:
"Holy crap! These bastards ate my research paper! I've been growing these jujubes for almost three years, don't they have any humanity? At least leave me a couple so I can write my thesis!!"
Online, it's said that agricultural students have all sorts of bizarre reasons for failing courses; sometimes, after three or four years of diligent study, they're back to square one.
Yang Shu just wants to say that what's said online is true.
Either the experimental projects were eaten by sheep, or the experimental crops painstakingly grown were picked by old men and women on the roadside as wild vegetables, or the rabbits from the animal husbandry major next door ran out and ruined the vegetable garden—
Hearing Hu Fangfang's scream, it's highly likely that someone messed up her experimental project.
"Big Tree, let me tell you, I've put up four signs! Can't these people read Chinese?! Four warning signs! They even plucked all the fruit from the top of the tree, not a single one left for me!!"
Hu Fangfang's crying was so genuine and heartfelt, it sounded like someone had cut off her kidney:
"It's not even as good as my kidneys! I started growing jujubes in my freshman year of college. I got up before dawn every day to record the data and took meticulous care of them, afraid that they would get too cold or too hot, or too thirsty or too waterlogged. In three years, I only grew seven jujubes. I've never taken care of my parents this seriously, waaaaaah!"
Dorm leader Wu Han patted his shoulder sympathetically:
"The school has installed surveillance cameras, didn't you find any? Maybe they can still keep a record of your data."
Hu Fangfang's face turned green, and he pulled out seven clean date pits from his pocket:
"They're all gone, what good are the date pits now! My mom was right, studying agriculture is a dead end! I'm going home to raise pigs tomorrow!"
"You only grew seven dates in three years, and now all that's left are the pits. You're really unlucky!"
Yang Shu couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, and Hu Fangfang glared at him through gritted teeth, snatching the steamed bun from his hand without a word.
"Since you're so filial, Dad will gladly accept this!"
He angrily took a bite of the still-warm bun, and his face turned even greener:
"Why is it stir-fried chili peppers with green pepper filling? The cafeteria is getting more and more outrageous!"
"It seems our school collaborated with the Honghe Research Institute and imported a batch of agricultural products to help alleviate poverty. They're called Flame Mandolin Chili Peppers. There weren't many people in the cafeteria just now, so I bought a few to try. Are they good?"
Yang Shu asked casually, but Hu Fangfang's expression changed as she chewed.
"Hiss—it's so spicy, but so fragrant! It's so satisfyingly spicy, sizzle—"
Hu Fangfang took a big bite of the steamed bun. It was just an ordinary cafeteria bun. The bun skin wasn't steamed properly and was a bit soft, but the filling inside was very generous. The green peppers had lost their spiciness after being stir-fried and even had a slightly refreshing taste.
The pale purple chili threads are the source of all the spiciness. Taking a big bite sends a hot, spicy steam rising in your throat, from your esophagus to your stomach, and then slowly rising back up.
"belch--"
A tiny flame popped out of his mouth, bounced off the poplar tree, and even bounced twice before slowly extinguishing and disappearing into the air.
Hu Fangfang: "..."
Poplar: "..."
Wu Han: "...Third brother, are you feeling hot?"
"Holy crap! This bun will make you breathe fire!!!"
Hu Fangfang realized what was happening, grabbed another bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and once again a tiny flame jumped out of his mouth!
"!!!"
"Awesome!!!"
"Holy crap!!!"
The earth-shattering shouts echoed throughout the entire boys' dormitory building.
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Yao Menggang returned to her workstation after picking up her package and saw her supervisor standing in front of her with a sinister smile on his face.
"Yao Meng, you're not at your workstation during lunch break, that's a 200 yuan fine."
"Are you crazy? Can't I even pick up my package during my lunch break? Deduct money from my license if you want, I'll just sue you at the labor arbitration bureau!"
Yao Mengcai wouldn't tolerate him; he slammed the documents in his hand down with a loud "smack," directly showing his displeasure to his supervisor.
"Two thousand yuan a month? You really think you're royalty? If you paid me fifty thousand a month, I'd sit here glued to my chair and never budge!"
The supervisor was furious, her face flushed, and she walked away without saying a word. A colleague gave her a thumbs up.
"Wow, you're amazing! You're the only one among us who can handle him."
"Sister Zhao, don't be afraid of him. He's just wielding his authority like a tiger. He wouldn't dare utter a word in front of the boss."
Yao Meng was as proud as if he had won a battle.
Sister Zhao waved her hands repeatedly: "Hey, we're not like you. We have elderly parents and young children to take care of, so we can't afford to offend him at all—what kind of package did you buy that you're in such a hurry to pick up?"
Yao Meng took out a utility knife and cut a hole in the package. Seeing the small purple chili peppers inside, he immediately beamed with joy.
"I bought some Flame Mandolin Chili Peppers on Taobao, the new product from Honghe Research Institute. So many people were scrambling to buy them, and I actually managed to snag two pounds!"
She stuck out her tongue: "It's a bit expensive though, three hundred yuan a pound, which is almost as much as their company's Ping Pong grapes!"
"Six hundred yuan for just this little bit of chili peppers!?"
Sister Zhao looked at the chili peppers as if they were gold: "What kind of chili peppers can sell for three hundred yuan a pound? You, you have money, but you don't spend it like this!"
Yao Meng explained:
"Oh dear, the Honghe Research Institute only pre-sold 5,000 tons in total. I'm already very lucky to have managed to snag one. Besides, their fruits and vegetables are really interesting. The other day, there was that super giant radish and that giant mushroom that was taller than a house. They both came from their plantation."
"Oh, I know that. I tried to buy it online too, but I failed. It sold out in less than two minutes, and they didn't even restock. They're so arrogant—"
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