Chapter 8 Meow
Professor Wang comes from a once impoverished mountain village.
When I was a child, my family was so poor that we couldn’t even afford to light a lamp. The only thing they looked forward to was that during the slack season, their father would take their brothers and sisters to the small river at the entrance of the village to catch river shrimps.
There was no industrial pollution at that time, and the river shrimps were fat and fresh. If you were lucky, you could catch a lot and the whole family could have a rare full meal.
Professor Wang’s most precious childhood memories are the autumn nights with sunset clouds in the sky, his parents, brothers and sisters sitting around the table under the kerosene lamp, enjoying a hearty meal and chatting.
My mother blanched half of the steaming, red river shrimp on the plate and wrapped the other half into wontons. The small and delicate wontons are nestled in the milky white soup, exuding the unique fragrance of autumn. One bite of it is enough to make your tongue fall off.
Later, the economy of the mountain village developed, his mother died of illness, and he and his younger siblings grew up and left home, each with their own circumstances.
Over the years, Professor Wang has tried all kinds of delicacies, from Michelin three-star restaurants to roadside stalls, but he can no longer find the unique taste of his childhood.
Unexpectedly, at an ordinary roadside stall in front of the school gate, the long-hidden memory was suddenly awakened.
The tip of the tongue tastes the deliciousness of the river shrimp, the fragrance of the shrimp oil, the soft and chewy texture of the seaweed, the light rain gently drifts across the cheek under the halo of the street lights... Professor Wang is suddenly brought back to that autumn more than 50 years ago. Years have passed, but the family is still together, laughing, making noises, and sharing this hard-earned delicacy.
"They're back. They're all back."
Professor Wang was so moved that his nose felt sore. He took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his eyes.
Suddenly, Professor Wang felt a little regretful.
If he had known it was so delicious, he would have bought eight or ten servings.
What if this young man doesn’t come to set up the stall one day?
Wouldn’t that be like the sky falling?
...At this time, Professor Wang had completely forgotten how distressed and pitying he had felt for Jian Yunlan not long ago, thinking that Jian Yunlan chose to set up a stall because he could not afford to go to college.
"So what if I set up a stall? There are 360 professions, and every profession has its top talents," Professor Wang said to himself, "Labor is the most glorious! How can setting up a stall be inferior to studying at a university?"
The most important thing is that if he can’t eat Jian Yunlan’s wontons in the future, he will really go crazy!
In just a short while, the line in front of the snack stand became longer, and more and more passers-by joined in.
Professor Wang didn't care about being sad and quickly joined the team and lined up again.
As luck would have it, his favorite student Han Lin was also in the queue. He had apparently finished one portion and then queued for the second one.
Han Lin stole a few glances at Professor Wang, and cold sweat broke out on his back, fearing that he would ask about the progress of his thesis or hold an on-site group meeting for him.
And Professor Wang seemed to really want to say something.
Professor Wang hesitated for a while before speaking casually, "Han Lin."
Han Lin's muscles were tense.
Help, help, help! If Director Wang asks her about her thesis, she will be doomed.
How could she have the nerve to say that she had been queuing up at the snack stand for two days in a row but had not written a single word on her thesis!
Director Wang is best at the Soul Triple Combo:
Have you read the literature today? What are your thoughts and experiences? How much of the paper was written?
Professor Wang smiled wisely and asked:
"What time does this snack stand come every day? How many servings are there in a day? How many servings can one person buy?"
Han Lin: "Teacher, I read a foreign article today——"
Hey, wait.
This triple soul connection is not what she imagined?
Han Lin looked at Professor Wang's expression and confirmed that he was not joking before answering cautiously:
"Oh, the boss opens the stall at 7 o'clock every day. The daily limit is 100 portions, and each person is limited to two portions."
Professor Wang stroked his beard and nodded mysteriously.
Well, the purchase limit is 100 copies per day, so each person can only have two copies.
It seems that it is necessary to formulate a careful strategy.
"If you're free tomorrow, let's have a brief group meeting," said Professor Wang.
What is coming will eventually come. Han Lin looked ashen: "Oh."
Professor Wang continued seriously, "We need to discuss how to buy the most wontons most efficiently."
Han Lin: “…”
Han Lin scratched his ears suspiciously, almost thinking he had heard it wrong.
But Professor Wang has already started talking about what he thinks is the most reasonable route, including how to ensure the efficiency of queuing and how to maximize the use of time...
He has the style of a famous teacher.
“We should mobilize not only the supervisors and doctoral students, but also the undergraduates, and encourage them to participate and actively respond to the call for practice.”
——If you don’t know, you might think he is talking about some research topic.
Turns out he was just discussing how to buy the most wontons!
Han Lin felt a little dizzy.
This world seems to be in trouble.
Fortunately, Han Lin and Professor Wang both happened to buy one of the last few wontons. Not long after they finished buying, Jian Yunlan showed the empty pot and announced:
"Today's 100 wontons are sold out. Thank you all for your support. See you tomorrow at 7 o'clock!"
There were screams from the crowd.
"Two days! I waited in line for two whole days!"
"Boss, one hundred copies is too few..."
Because there was an evening class today, Li Yun and Tan Tingting, who were unable to arrive on time, followed Jian Yunlan's tricycle in pain, their wide noodle tears flying in the wind, crying as they chased:
"Boss, please be happy when we meet again! Okay! There will be no me in your world from now on!"
"Boss, how can I live without you, boss!"
"Boss, please take me away, boss TT_TT!!"
The people who ate wontons: "..."
It's nice to eat wontons and watch skits.
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Professor Wang got the second portion of wontons, but was reluctant to eat it.
Jian Yunlan will not come to set up the stall again until seven o'clock tomorrow, and there are still a full twenty-four hours to go before then!
This is simply a life of suffering.
After much thought, Professor Wang decided to save this portion of wontons for tomorrow's breakfast.
…This was the first fatal mistake.
Professor Wang happened to remember that he had a meeting in the laboratory soon, so when he passed by the staff pantry, he put the packaged wontons in the refrigerator, thinking that he could heat them up in the microwave when he came to the office the next morning.
…This was the second fatal mistake.
Because the meeting was so rushed, Professor Wang did not put his own label on the takeaway box, but simply put it in the corner of the refrigerator and left.
…This is the third fatal mistake.
So, after a night, when Professor Wang walked into the office happily, stepping on the morning glow and imagining the delicious taste of fresh shrimp wontons chewing in his mouth.
His archenemy, Professor Murong, was holding his wonton bowl and eating with relish.
Professor Wang: “…”
Professor Wang and Professor Murong were both undergraduate students at Peking University. They went straight to doctoral studies and stayed on to teach at the university. The two have similar research directions and are of similar age, so they have always been in a similar position as competitors.
Both of them have strong personalities. Professor Wang is upright and straightforward, while Professor Murong is aloof and sharp. Their offices are next to each other, so all kinds of quarrels and conflicts are inevitable.
When Professor Murong was promoted to full professor, Professor Wang secretly threw rotten bananas at his door; and when Professor Wang received national funding, Professor Murong asked elementary school students to throw rotten eggs at his window.
All the things that happened before are in the past, so Professor Wang just put up with it.
But Professor Murong actually dared to lay his hands on his precious wontons!
“That’s my wonton!!!”
Professor Wang was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was in a frenzy.
Professor Murong stood up with the wonton bowl in his hand and wiped his mouth slowly: "What are you yelling about? Are you afraid that everyone doesn't know that you have a loud voice? You are an old man, but you still like to make trouble."
"Is this bowl of wontons yours?" Professor Murong looked down at the wontons after seeing Professor Wang's excitement. "I thought my doctoral student brought it to me."
After saying that, Professor Murong stuffed the last wonton into his mouth.
There is no remorse.
Professor Wang's heart was bleeding, and he said in hatred: "Old thief Murong, I will kill you!"
"It's just a bowl of wontons," Professor Murong felt strange about his attitude, "It's not that delicious."
Of course, Professor Murong lied.
The story began two days ago. Two days ago, he discovered that the graduate students and doctoral students he supervised became absent-minded and stared out the window at seven o'clock every time, as if they were thinking about something.
Upon asking, we found out that the students were craving for the wonton snacks sold at the school gate.
Wonton? Is it that delicious? I didn’t even write the code.
Professor Murong expressed disdain for this.
Yesterday, his doctoral students said they were going to pack up some wontons, and if there were any extras, they would bring them back to Professor Murong.
So this morning, when he opened the refrigerator and saw the bowl of wontons, he naturally thought it was breakfast that the students brought for him. His students are not very motivated in other aspects, but they are still very caring.
Professor Murong doesn't like eating seaweed or drinking soup. He picks and chooses the wontons and pours out the soup.
——If Professor Wang knew that he not only threw away the seaweed but also poured out the soup, he would probably vomit blood and die.
What a waste of resources!
Because he was hungry, Professor Murong heated up the wontons in the microwave and ate them.
...You know what, it’s really delicious.
Professor Murong is the most picky person. He himself doesn't like eating shrimp very much, but the shrimp wontons have thin skin and large fillings. They are chewy and tasty. The plump and fresh shrimps are also delicious, accompanied by oily shrimp oil. Even after being kept in the refrigerator overnight, it still has a sweetness that makes people unable to stop.
However, after a careful evaluation, Professor Murong felt that it was not as exaggerated as they said.
It tastes good, but it’s not something you’d dream about.
Professor Wang was really heartbroken, so Professor Murong had to give him a way out and said:
"If you really feel bad, I'll go to Tangyan and pack you a serving of seafood white jade wontons, that's ok."
Tangyan is one of the best private restaurants in the city. It is very difficult to make a reservation and the dishes are very expensive, all of which are delicacies of state banquet level.
He has already put down his airs. Would Professor Wang be ungrateful?
After confirming that the wontons had been completely eaten, Professor Wang went from angry to sad, looking at the takeaway box in despair: "You don't understand, haha, how could you understand, this wonton is nothing compared to Tangyan's wontons..."
Professor Murong: “…”
This guy is crazy.
The wontons at Tang Yan are sold for 188 yuan a bowl. They are cooked by the country's top chefs, using the highest quality ingredients and the most exquisite cooking skills. Are the wontons at street food stalls better than Tangyan? !
Professor Murong didn't believe it.
There is no point in talking too much to people who don’t understand. Professor Wang made a harsh statement: "It's time to return the equipment your lab borrowed a few days ago, and don't even think about borrowing from me again in the future."
Professor Murong's face turned dark blue in an instant.
He had to beg and plead to borrow the equipment, and according to the project process it would take at least a month to get the results, and now less than five days have passed!
Wang Jianhua, you old thief, I will never forgive you!
Ignoring Professor Murong's ugly expression, Professor Wang turned and left.
There is no time to mourn my loss, the most important thing now is to make sure I can buy wontons tonight.
Professor Wang thought about it and sent a message to his students’ WeChat group:
[海納百川: Classmates, you have all worked hard on your research recently. I will treat you tonight. Let's take a day off and go to the school gate to eat shrimp wontons together [smile][handshake]]
If fighting alone is unreliable, then mobilize the power of the masses!
Professor Wang’s students: “……?”
Han Lin, who had expected this, typed on the keyboard absentmindedly and replied:
【receive. 】
A series of "received" messages popped up in the group.
Although everyone is confused, the instructor must have his reasons for doing this!
Besides, it’s a treat from the teacher, so it would be a waste if I don’t eat.
library.
Ning Sheng was sitting by the window, reading.
Many senior and junior schoolmates were standing not far away, trying hard to hide their inner excitement, but they couldn't help but look at him again and again.
Met the school hunk by chance in the library! They are so lucky!
The school hunk was sitting next to the white gauze window, his whole body immersed in the halo. With his beautiful facial features and that enchanting teardrop mole on his face, he was simply the most stunning man on earth.
I guess only the owner of the snack stall at Nanmen can compete with him.
There have been many discussions recently about the looks of the school hunk and the snack bar owner, and many posts have been posted on the confession wall, but in the end it is still difficult to determine the winner.
Each has its own beauty!
Of course, Ning Sheng never cared about other people's opinions.
After being forced by Gu Xingzhou to work in the club for a few days, he blocked Gu Xingzhou after he accidentally earned enough money from peeling shrimps to pay for his grandmother's medical expenses.
Now, I finally have time to study and catch up on the progress I have missed in the past few days.
I heard that Gu Xingzhou was so angry that he lost his temper at the Gu Group and it was even reported in the entertainment news.
But for the time being, Gu Xingzhou was helpless.
I just don't know if he's planning something sinister again.
Gu Xingzhou, that madman, can do anything when he is pushed into a corner. Last time at the lakeside villa, I handcuffed him to a stool.
Ning Sheng's eyes were gloomy, with a hint of disgust.
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking about it.
After getting the money last time, Ning Sheng gave 50,000 yuan to Ning Menglian and asked her to pay for her grandmother's medical expenses. Her mother looked at him worriedly: "Ah Sheng, where did this money come from? You won't wrong yourself, will you?"
Ning Sheng found it difficult to speak.
...How could he say that he earned this money by peeling shrimps?
That sounds weird.
Ning Sheng then avoided the question and said, "My background is clean, don't worry."
But Ning Menglian seemed even more worried.
Ning Sheng couldn't clear up this misunderstanding even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
As I was thinking about it, the phone next to me suddenly moved. It was a message from Professor Wang.
Professor Wang and Ning Sheng’s mother are old friends. Professor Wang is also Ning Sheng’s mentor and has helped him a lot since he started school. Professor Wang knew that Ning Sheng was talented but from a poor family. He recommended him to various scholarship programs and part-time scientific research jobs, and also helped him to sort out many difficulties.
Ning Sheng has always been grateful to Professor Wang.
He would do whatever Professor Wang asked him to do within a reasonable range.
Because of his busy schedule and Gu Xingzhou's nagging, he hasn't had a proper meal for almost a week, and he always just eats a few compressed biscuits to get by. Ning Sheng felt a cramping pain in his stomach. He put his fist against his stomach and waited for the pain to subside.
Ning Sheng had long been accustomed to the cold and hunger.
He is not afraid.
Nothing could bring him down.
but……
Ning Sheng opened WeChat and looked at the message Professor Wang had just sent, and fell silent.
“Shrimp wontons?”
I don’t know when the word “shrimp” inexplicably appeared in Ning Sheng’s life.
Reminded him of some crazy second-generation rich kid.
The so-called Young Master Jian also seemed to say that he was setting up a stall.
It can’t be such a coincidence, right?
The plane of all worlds, live broadcast room.
[Yes, it is what you think (lights a cigarette)]
[The world has turned upside down into something I could never have imagined. In the original book, Professor Wang is such a selfless and highly respected academic figure, but he actually planned and schemed so much just for a bowl of wontons! 】
[Suck your saliva, wontons...are they really that delicious...When will the whole synaesthesia system be available for the audience to try @万界直播官方]
[Ahhh, Ning Bao is finally going to eat wontons! My baby has been hungry for several days, let Boss Jian’s delicious food heal him.]
[I’m new here, and this is my first time watching a live broadcast. Is this anchor worth following? 】
[Simple, blue sky and white clouds, we walk together all the way!] The handsome anchor is on the (love) line (love) walking the (love) plot (love), full of passion and tension, just pay attention and you won’t get lost! 】
Audience members who were once deceived by the same rhetoric and discovered the truth: …
What kind of tension do you mean when you say full tension?
Rice tension? ? !
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