Chapter 10 Meow
Located on the campus of Peking University, Provincial Key Laboratory.
In the computer room, several graduate students and doctoral students taught by Professor Murong were looking out the window with longing.
"What are you looking at?!" Professor Murong scolded with a sullen face, "Many journals' deadlines are approaching soon. Have you written your papers? Have you collected the data? Are you still thinking about other things?"
The poor students could only painfully avert their gazes and force themselves to stare at the computer in front of them.
A few days ago, Professor Murong turned a blind eye to the fact that many students went out to eat snacks.
But this morning, Professor Wang sent someone to move away the equipment they had just borrowed. Everyone was stunned. The experiment hadn't even started yet and the equipment was taken away?
What on earth is going on?
Then, Professor Murong walked into the laboratory angrily and announced: "From today on, no one is allowed to eat snacks outside the school. That kind of food is unhygienic. How can my students be involved in such a dirty business with others!"
This 'other person', of course, refers to Professor Wang.
The news that Professor Wang was obsessed with the wonton stall at the school gate had spread throughout the office. Many professors laughed at it but were also curious about it. Out of curiosity, they sent their students to buy wontons, and after buying them, they would fall in love with it.
Thus, the wonton stall at the south gate spread among Peking University professors like a meme virus.
Professor Murong should be one of the few who has not been assimilated.
Or rather, he was angry out of shame. That bastard Wang Jianhua actually wanted to take away the equipment he lent him just because he accidentally ate a bowl of wontons. How could he save face like that?
Professor Murong then spontaneously began to boycott Nanmenkou Wonton. Not only did he boycott it himself, he also mobilized his students to boycott it.
The students who were forced to "boycott" wontons looked out the window with sad expressions, moved their noses, and tried to smell the scent of wontons in the wind.
Graduate student Xie Anyang is one of them.
Three days ago, he was forcibly dragged by his girlfriend from the School of Mechanical Engineering to the school gate to act as a photographer and take pictures of handsome guys setting up stalls. Jian Yunlan’s snack stand wasn’t that popular that day, so he and his girlfriend didn’t have to wait in line for long before they each bought a portion of wontons.
From that day on, his life suddenly became different.
Suddenly, there is hope in life!
The happiest time of the day is to queue up with my girlfriend at around six o'clock and eat a bowl of steaming wontons at seven o'clock. All the fatigue from writing the thesis is swept away.
But today, this only happiness was cut off by Professor Murong.
Xie Anyang just felt that there was no hope in life.
On his phone, his girlfriend was sending him a message, it turned out that today’s wontons were red oil wontons, which looked delicious, but he was destined not to have it…
My mouth was watering and my stomach was growling.
It was already time for lunch, and the graduate students and doctoral students were packing their bags in twos and threes. Professor Murong told them that they could only eat in the cafeteria or at restaurants outside, and not at snack stands as it was unhygienic.
We also need to send photos as proof.
...The mentor's mental state today is also very good.
Xie Anyang had already had dinner, and the professor wanted to discuss his thesis with him in the evening, so he couldn't leave.
Looking at the crowd leaving the door, Xie Anyang suddenly came up with an idea and covered his stomach: "Teacher, I, my stomach hurts."
Professor Murong pushed up his glasses and looked at him suspiciously: "Are you going to eat wontons secretly?"
Xie Anyang pointed to the sky and swore: "How could it be! I will never eat that kind of unclean food. If I eat it, I will be struck by lightning."
Professor Murong then let him go half-believingly.
After Xie Anyang left, Professor Murong was the only one left in the laboratory.
Looking at the empty laboratory with the autumn wind blowing, it felt quite desolate.
Professor Murong hasn't had dinner yet.
Do you want to eat some wontons?
As soon as this thought came up, Professor Murong immediately suppressed this terrible idea with a dark face. He disdains to eat from those unhygienic street food stalls. If he wants to eat wontons, he only eats Tangyan’s white jade wontons that cost 188 yuan per portion!
but……
Professor Murong smacked his lips and suddenly recalled the taste of the shrimp wontons he had eaten in the morning. Although they had been left overnight, they were still so chewy, fresh and fragrant.
When Professor Murong walked out of the laboratory, he was still brainwashing himself, saying that he just wanted to take a look and thoroughly confirm that the wontons were "unclean, unhygienic and unpalatable", so that he would have sufficient reasons to stop his students from eating them.
After all, he is such a good mentor who cares so much about his students.
With this thought in mind, Professor Murong put on a mask and sunglasses, changed into a windbreaker, put on a baseball cap, and came to the south gate fully armed.
For the sake of students, Professor Murong believes that he should join the queue and observe how difficult it is to better dissuade students.
So Professor Murong started queuing.
For the sake of his students, Professor Murong thought that he should buy a serving of red oil wonton so that he could better judge that this street snack was a pure waste of money.
So Professor Murong scanned the code and paid.
For the sake of his students, Professor Murong thought that he should try this wonton with red oil, just one bite, so that he could better criticize this unclean and unhygienic street snack...
So Professor Murong couldn't bear it any longer, took off his mask, tremblingly picked up the steaming red oil wonton, and put it into his mouth.
Biting into the wonton skin soaked in red oil, the rich and full meat aroma fills your mouth, the Sichuan peppercorns bring a crispy and numbing sensation, the spiciness of the red oil explodes directly on the taste buds, and the chopped garlic grains fragrant with hot oil are mixed in and slide into your stomach.
The fragrant smell of pepper and garlic makes people want to cry, but after just one bite, the whole body becomes warm, the lips feel numb, and it is so spicy that people sweat constantly, but they can't help but want to take another bite.
Professor Murong is from Sichuan Province and has always been able to eat and love spicy food. But based on his many years of experience in eating spicy food, this bowl of red oil wonton is impeccable.
but……
"It's not delicious at all!" Professor Murong thought angrily while eating, "I don't like it at all."
He is different from vulgar people like Wang Jianhua.
Only high-end restaurants like Tang Yan could catch his eye!
But...for the sake of students, a qualified tutor must of course thoroughly understand students' preferences.
So Professor Murong decided to "bear the pain" and eat another bowl.
As Professor Murong thought bitterly, he was sweating profusely from the spiciness and couldn't help but take off his sunglasses and baseball cap, and then -
In the crowd, he saw his students led by Xie Anyang.
The students who had vowed that they would not eat at the food stalls were now standing by the street lights, sweating profusely and eating heartily, making strange noises:
"Delicious, really delicious, Sihasiha."
"Ah! The meaning of life is just for a bite like this!"
Professor Murong saw the students.
The students also saw Professor Murong holding a bowl of wontons cooked in red oil and eating it with relish.
Students: “…”
Professor Murong: “…”
I can't stand it anymore.
I want to live on another planet.
.
Because of some delays, Ning Sheng arrived at the south gate of the school at 7:30.
Not long ago, Professor Wang personally sent him a message, asking him that if he was free, he must come to the south gate to try today's red oil dumplings, and not to worry about the money, because Professor Wang would pay for Ning Sheng.
Over the years, Professor Wang has always been very concerned about him, worrying that he would not have enough to eat or enough clothes to wear, and always thinking of him whenever something good happened.
Red oil wonton...
Unexpectedly, Ning Sheng actually had some appetite.
When I was a child, my grandmother often made wontons with red oil. Her family has always been good at making spicy dishes, and the chili sauce is also very delicious. Unfortunately, after my grandmother became paralyzed, she never made red oil wontons again.
With an unknown mood, Ning Sheng walked to the south gate.
...Unlike the deserted South Gate in my memory, at this moment, there was a large crowd gathered here, warm lights shone down, and a spicy smell filled my nose.
Many girls noticed Ning Sheng's arrival and immediately poked their companions, and everyone gathered together to secretly look at him.
"The school hunk is here to eat wontons too!"
"Ahhh, will he talk to the boss? Two handsome guys in the same frame, I dare not imagine it."
"Ningshen looks so pale, maybe she didn't eat well? Her wrist is also red, I feel so bad."
As one of the protagonists of "Paranoia", Ning Sheng is the center of this world. No matter where he goes, he will automatically attract everyone's attention.
But more people are still immersed in the happiness brought by delicious food.
The spicy smell floating in the air is somehow inexplicably familiar.
Ning Sheng had an idea, walked to the stall and said, "Boss, please give me a portion of red oil wonton."
Jian Yunlan looked at the empty chopping board and said distressedly, "I'm sorry, classmate, today's red oil wontons have just been sold out."
Jian Yunlan raised her eyes and saw Ning Sheng. She suddenly recognized him: "You are the one! The one!"
He racked his brains for a long time but couldn't think of Ning Sheng's name. The only words that came to his mind were "male model in the club", but it seemed disrespectful.
“…that little expert at peeling shrimps!” Jian Yunlan finally found the right name for him.
Classmates around him: “…” Wait, what did he just call the school hunk?
Ning Sheng: “…”
Ning Sheng looked at Jian Yunlan.
Jian Yunlan was wearing a chef's hat, a mask and all the necessary equipment. He had been working in the steaming food truck for a long time and was already sweating profusely, but his movements were very efficient as he was packing up the tricycle and preparing to close the stall.
Thinking about how generous this Young Master Jian was before, he spent a lot of money and picked a few male models in the club to help him peel shrimps. Unexpectedly, at night, he actually rode his tricycle out to set up a stall.
Kind of funny.
"Are you really setting up a stall?" Ning Sheng said in disbelief.
"I really want to set up a stall," Jian Yunlan said, "Setting up a stall is the fire of my life and the light of my desire. It is impossible for me not to set up a stall in this life."
Ning Sheng: “…”
So dizzy.
Looking at the bowls in the hands of the people around me, the wontons soaked in red oil, with thin skin and large fillings, sprinkled with white sesame seeds and coriander, each one is spicy and tempting...
Ning Sheng, I'm a little hungry.
There were waves of cramps in my stomach.
But he wouldn't say it.
It is even more impossible to lower yourself and beg others for a bite to eat.
He just stared at the remaining red oil in the pot with an extremely focused look, which made people feel a little distressed.
The food at a snack stand opened by a rich second-generation isn’t likely to be very delicious.
Ning Sheng could only comfort himself with difficulty like this...
Jian Yunlan rode away on a tricycle.
But other diners are not at all restrained. Every day when the wontons are sold out, they will stage a car-chasing skit.
Today, Li Mingxi, who missed the evening class, and his algorithm group classmates threw away their previous calm and steady demeanor and chased the tricycle with tears streaming down their faces:
"Boss, ahhhhh! Aa ...
"For you, I turned into a werewolf!!"
"Because of you, I became crazy!!!"
Ning Sheng: “…”
Ning Sheng turned his head away silently, refusing to acknowledge that that was his roommate.
but.
Ning Sheng couldn't help but think.
Really, is it that delicious?
Live broadcast room of all worlds.
More than 3,000 people watched it online.
[Hahaha, hahahaha, haha, should I say I’m not surprised at all?]
[Your boss Jian probably hasn’t even read the plot summary of “Paranoia” yet! it turns out! have no idea! Ning Sheng’s! name! 】
How dazzling! How ridiculous! What a disappointment! 】
[Hahaha, the skits after the stall every day are getting funnier and funnier. I didn’t expect Li Mingxi is also a comedian]
[Ning Bao looks like he really wants to eat wonton, but they’re sold out, and Boss Jian actually won’t make any for him. What a careless idiot he is. This is such a great opportunity to improve his favorability.]
[Do you think he cares? (Lights a cigarette)]
The plot will only affect the speed at which he sets up his stall!
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