The cafeteria of Nanming Middle School covers a large area and has beautiful architectural design. It has three floors in total. The first floor is run by domestic chefs, offering a full range of eight cuisines, including buffet and hot pot. The second floor serves a variety of Western food. Further up are hotel-style private rooms where you can order food as you like.
In the past, Qin Yan and his friends chose to eat on the third floor. They could order whatever they wanted and didn’t have to queue up like on the first two floors when there were many people.
However, Jing Cheng couldn't walk anymore when he saw the dishes displayed on the first floor of the cafeteria.
"No need to go to all that trouble, let's just eat here." Jing Cheng looked at the steaming hot pot buffet not far away, emitting a spicy aroma, and his mouth was almost watering. "Is that the hot pot? Can we eat that?"
Seeing his greedy look, Qin Yan felt amused and replied, "Sure."
After getting the accurate answer, Jing Cheng walked forward excitedly and followed others to get the soup pot first.
"Clear soup or spicy soup?" asked the uncle in the cafeteria.
Jing Cheng looked around and found that the bottom of everyone's pot was red. He also vaguely heard someone say, "Of course you have to eat spicy hot pot. Clear soup is not as good as boiled cabbage in water."
So he said without hesitation: "Spicy soup!"
The uncle in the cafeteria took out a piece of light red substance and threw it into a small pot, scooped a ladle of water, put in pepper, star anise and cinnamon, and turned on the stove.
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Jing Cheng stared at it intently, it turned out to be a gas stove. Technology really changes the world, it is so convenient.
When it was almost cooked and the aroma started to waft out, the cafeteria uncle asked again: "Mild, medium or extra spicy?"
Do you have to choose this too?
Jing Cheng looked around again, wanting to ask others what the differences were between the three flavors of spiciness.
This look delayed me for a while.
The male student in the queue behind him couldn't wait any longer and urged him from behind: "Do you have difficulty choosing the big pot in front? Can you hurry up?"
Realizing that he was probably talking about himself, Jing Cheng said awkwardly: "Then let's make it extra, extra spicy." Since spicy soup tastes good, the hotter it is, the better.
So the uncle scooped a large spoonful of chili and threw it into the pot.
After cooking for another half a minute, an extremely pungent spicy aroma hit me.
"..." Jing Cheng couldn't help but sneeze twice.
"Be careful of the burns." The uncle placed the small pot on a small stove filled with alcohol wax, lit the wax underneath, and then handed the large plate to him.
Jing Cheng took the plate, and Xun could hardly open his eyes.
The male students behind him glared at him and gave him a thumbs-up: "Awesome!"
Jing Cheng: “???”
After Jing Cheng walked away, he heard the male classmate say to the uncle in the cafeteria: "For the slightly spicy soup, don't put peppercorns in it."
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Fu Le looked at the dark red soup with white steam in Jing Cheng's hand and blurted out: "Fuck! Are you carrying a pot of blood?"
It's just a little redder, but it's said to be so scary...
Jing Cheng glanced at the person who came and asked curiously, "Who are you?"
"..." Fu Le never expected that he would ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment before asking, "You don't know me?"
I’ve been your junior high school classmate for three years, and you don’t even know me?
Jing Cheng asked inexplicably: "I should know you?"
Shouldn't it be? Fu Le glared at him with his eyes blazing with anger. In those three years, he had reported Jing Cheng to the teacher countless times. After Jing Cheng found out, they had fought countless times. If he hadn't followed his parents back to South City, they might have been classmates in high school.
It’s only been two years since high school and he actually said he didn’t know me? ?
Jing Cheng was stunned by his stare, thinking, could this be another person Jing Cheng knew before?
Qin Yan came over with a plate of fresh raw beef. When he saw this scene, he thought Fu Le was going to bully Jing Cheng, so he put the plate down heavily with a "bang".
Jing Cheng and Fu Le looked over when they heard the voice.
Qin Yan glanced at Fu Le coldly and said to Jing Cheng, "Don't pay attention to him. Come here and let's eat first."
"Okay." Jing Cheng was already hungry due to the spicy taste, so he quickly put down the pot and sat down.
Fu Le: “…” Oh my god, Brother Yan actually has his elbow turned outward?
The table was filled with various vegetables, seafood, meatballs and meat, as well as prepared dipping sauces. Jing Cheng imitated others and prepared to put the vegetables into the pot.
Qin Yan stopped him immediately after seeing this, "Put the seafood first, and eat the vegetables last."
Jing Cheng poured a few prawns from the plate into the soup, and the deep red spicy soup instantly submerged the prawns.
Qin Yan then noticed that the hot soup on the table was obviously more than one shade redder than the other soups on the table, and was immediately surprised: "You want medium spicy?"
"It's not medium spicy." Jing Cheng paused, "It's extra spicy."
"..." Qin Yan unconsciously covered his stomach. He felt like it was protesting against him.
Fu Le quietly sat next to Qin Yan and whispered, "Brother Yan, let me eat with you guys."
Qin Yan stared at him warningly, "Don't cause trouble."
"I will never cause trouble for him!" Fu Le swore in a low voice, "I will persuade Dongzi and the others not to cause trouble for him when I go back later." What is moral integrity? Can it be eaten? It is terrible to be treated coldly by Brother Yan! He finally understood that Jing Laoer had found a big backer!
"If you want to eat with us, go get the dishes yourself." Qin Yan said calmly, "Then go get some clear soup."
Fu Le took one look at the blood-red spicy soup, understood what was going on, and hurried over to queue up.
The process of waiting in line was torture, especially when one was extremely hungry. Fu Le thought angrily, didn't they always eat together when Jing Cheng was not around before? The difference in treatment should not be too obvious.
The cool air from the central air-conditioning swirled slowly in the restaurant on the first floor, and the students were eating enthusiastically and sweating profusely.
White steam was bubbling out of the small hot pot, and the meat and vegetables in the pot were tumbling around. Qin Yan looked at the person opposite him through the white steam.
Jing Cheng waited anxiously for the meat and vegetables to be cooked, and the heat even broke out in a layer of sweat on the tip of his nose.
"Are you hot?" Qin Yan reached out and took the tissue box from the edge of the dining table, took out a few tissues and handed them to him.
Jing Cheng took the tissue and wiped his face, then gave him a friendly smile: "Thank you."
Qin Yan felt that his heart was like the red soup that was constantly boiling in the pot, and it was extremely hot.
The food in the pot was cooked quickly. Qin Yan helped him put the prawns and meat into an empty plate and silently handed the plate to Jing Cheng.
Jing Cheng saw him scoop out all the meat and vegetables for him, and said in shock: "Give them all to me, you don't want to eat them?"
Qin Yan thought that if I ate it, I might have to go to the hospital to have my stomach washed this afternoon, but he said, "I'm not hungry yet, let's wait a little longer."
After scooping up a piece of meat with chopsticks, dipping it in sauce and taking a bite, Jing Cheng paused.
"Cough cough cough cough--" A deafening cough came out of his mouth, and his tears were choked out.
"..." Qin Yan's mind had always been on Jing Cheng. Seeing this, he quickly unscrewed the cap of the mineral water and handed it to him.
Jing Cheng took a gulp of water and swallowed it. His face flushed as he gasped and said with a big tongue, "It's so spicy, it's so spicy that it's killing me..."
Qin Yan looked at him and said helplessly: "Why do you want extra spicy food if you can't eat spicy food?"
Jing Cheng felt his mouth and tongue were all stiff, "I don't know..." He had never eaten chili before, and Jing Cheng's family all liked sweet food, and their daily meals were not spicy. He just thought the smell was very pleasant and he was greedy.
How could you not know this?
Qin Yan thought speechlessly, maybe he was too spicy.
Twenty minutes later, the chopsticks of the three people at the table were all reaching into the clear soup pot to pick up vegetables, but no one was interested in the spicy soup on the side.
"Brother Yan, what are your plans for tonight?" Fu Le asked as he ate, "How about going to the Internet cafe?"
Qin Yan swallowed a mouthful of food and glanced at Jing Cheng, "No, I have something to do tonight."
"What's up?"
Before Qin Yan could answer, Jing Cheng raised his head and said, "We are going to the Jieyou Shop. Do you want to go?"
Jing Cheng already knew that Fu Le and Qin Yan were childhood friends, and a friend of his disciple was considered half of his disciple. Moreover, he saw that Fu Le had an upright and kind face, and seemed to hate evil. He must be a boy from a good family, so his attitude towards him became much softer.
Fu Le was surprised and asked, "Wasn't the Jieyou Shop closed down? Where are you going to look?"
"It's sealed?" Jing Cheng was shocked. "Why?"
Fu Le sucked his chopsticks and recalled, "I heard about it too. It seems like a murder happened. My cousin's friend, who is from the relevant department, personally led people to seal up the store, but the store manager seemed to have received the news a long time ago and ran away."
"Related departments?" Qin Yan asked strangely, "Why haven't I heard of any related departments? Have you read too many novels?"
Fu Le looked around, leaned over, and whispered to the two of them, "It's the Taoist Association."
Qin Yan was speechless: "...Isn't this just a non-governmental organization?"
Fu Le said, "You don't know this. In fact, in our country, many people who work in units are privately organized by this association."
Qin Yan raised his eyebrows and did not comment.
"Don't disbelieve it." Fu Le said confidently, "Recently, there was a perverted murderer who dug out people's hearts and livers. The news reported it every day. The police couldn't find the murderer, and now the case has been transferred to this association. What do you think this is if not a relevant department?"
Qin Yan looked at him suspiciously: "Such a big thing, but it wasn't even reported in the news. How did you know about it?"
"My cousin's friend is the vice president of this association." After thinking for a while, he still said with lingering fear, "My cousin told me not to go out at random in the middle of the night recently. He said that the murderer might not be a human."
"If not a human, what else could it be?"
"Who knows? There are only four kinds of demons and monsters."
Qin Yan sneered: "Nonsense."
Jing Cheng heard a familiar name just now, and remembered the forum he had been browsing for the past few days. When he heard the "vice president" now, he thought of something and asked quickly, "Is the vice president's name Zhang Jinhuai?"
"You know?" Fu Le was surprised.
Jing Cheng thought, of course I know, I know it too well.
The big liar who claimed to be a descendant of Zhang from Tianshidao!
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