Far away in Moscow

Chapter 111 Anna and the old house
Tomorrow is the start of the new semester. Taking advantage of the nice weather in the afternoon, Hu Yi and Yu Feifei took Xiang Nan out to play around.

Returning to the dormitory after dinner, Hu Yi prepared the books for the next day's class, and then came to the door of room 902 again.

The door was ajar, and a seductive aroma of wine and vegetables wafted out from the room. It smelled very authentic, and it seemed to be much stronger than Li Baoqing's craftsmanship.

Hu Yi poked his probe in curiously, and saw four dishes with only a few chopsticks on the dining table, and two sets of cups and saucers.Fang Qing was sitting at the table with his back to himself, playing cards on the computer, the strange thing was that the long braids at the back of his head were gone, and only a circle of short hair was left on his fleshy head.

Hu Yi lost his voice and said in shock: "Ouch! Brother Fang! Why did you cut your hair?!"

The person at the table turned around when he heard the sound: "Yeah, Xiao Hu? When did you come back?"

Hu Yi's eyes blurred, and then he realized that the person was not Fang Qing, but Old Wei. He felt confused for a while: "Hey? Why are you here? Don't you go to work?"

"Hey, I'm off work today, and I'm here to play with Fang Ge." Old Wei smiled and pointed to the chair next to him: "He has something to go out. Have you eaten yet? Come, sit down and chat."

"I've eaten it." Hu Yi smiled in wonder, "How do you know Brother Fang?"

"Fate!" Old Wei patted his thigh lightly, and said seriously, "It's all fate!"

Since Hu Yi returned to China during the summer vacation, Li Baoqing has been overwhelmed by school affairs, and has no intention of maintaining the fast food business. The takeaway business in Building 10 has basically fallen apart.But Lao Wei is still making soy sauce every day, and it is a pity to throw away such a big market as Youda dormitory for nothing.

So Li Baoqing came up with a way to put Old Wei's sauces in Fang Qing's house every day and sell them together with his pasta.Later, Li Baoqing also returned to China, and Lao Wei had no choice but to deliver sauces to his door every day.

He and Fang Qing are not much different in age, and their growth experiences are relatively similar.The two of them were half-way together, a Lu cuisine cook and a pastry chef, and they chatted very speculatively when they met a few times, and they felt like old friends at first sight.

They are all alone, and it is not easy to find a bosom friend to talk to.From then on, Lao Wei came to sit with Fang Qing for a few drinks when he was free. Sometimes he talked about the profoundness of Chinese cuisine, and sometimes he talked about the customs of Shandong and Hebei, and then discussed business and complemented each other. It doesn't match up at all, but they all feel that they have benefited a lot from talking freely after drinking.

After a few drinks, the relationship between the two is getting better and better.Lao Wei felt that it was too troublesome to come here every day to deliver meat, so he simply divided half of his old soup with sauced meat and added a soup bucket to Fang Qing's house.Since then, I have handed over Youda's meat sauce business to Fang Qing, and I only come here every now and then to drink a little wine, and add some ingredients to the old soup by the way.

Sauce meat is selling well, and Fang Qing knows that this is mainly due to the pot of old soup.So he was not ambiguous about the money issue. Every time he saw Lao Wei, he would give him part of the money he had earned recently, or buy it into cigarettes and alcohol for him to keep.Although it was only a matter of a few hundred rubles, it really strengthened the mutual trust between the two.

Today, Lao Wei was off work and went to Fang Qing's house to cook some dishes.Unexpectedly, the two hadn't had a few drinks before Fang Qing was called away by a phone call.Old Wei had no choice but to play with the computer and wait for him to come back, but unexpectedly, he was waiting for Hu Yi.

"Brother Fang must be very busy recently." Hu Yi said with a smile: "I have been back to school for several days, and I haven't seen him."

"I'm very busy, I'm just busy." Old Wei shook his head disapprovingly: "A person in his 40s still has a lively mind."

Hu Yi smacked the taste a little: "Huh? You seem to have something in your words."

"That's right?" Old Wei took a sip from the wine cup, looked outside the door, and said in a low voice: "The old house met a woman last month, a Russian, named Anna, and sometimes lived across the street at night. In the little room at the end of the corridor."

"Oh, I ran into her at noon today. She is thin and looks like she is not young."

"Yes, yes, I heard that she is an old girl. I don't know what has happened to her, but the two of them were like, oh, it was love at first sight!"

"Really!" Hu Yi was very curious: "It shouldn't be long since Anna lived here. I've never seen her before, so why did I see her right?"

Old Wei mysteriously poked his head forward: "This Anna is not simple. The old Fang said that she used to work in the restaurant below your No. 11 building, and she seemed to be in charge. Later, the restaurant failed, and she I also found a temporary logistics job in your dormitory, helping to count and replace the dormitory supplies, and also purchased a new batch through personal relationships."

"Oh! It seems that she is quite capable."

"It's hard to say whether you have the ability, anyway, you can make a lot of trouble." Lao Wei winked at Hu Yi: "Not only that, but he can also talk about art with Lao Fang. Right eye."

"Really, hey! I really didn't see it."

"No! Let me tell you how they met." Old Wei straightened up, rolled his eyelids and recalled: "Last month I came to drink, and I drank until midnight, and I drank too much. The old house saw me swaying in the aisle, worried about danger on the road, so he simply let me sleep on the sofa."

"and then?"

"The next morning, I was so dazed that I still hadn't opened my eyes. Good guy, I suddenly heard howling outside! I quickly got up and went out to have a look. Guess what? The old man was hanging his throat in the kitchen!"

"Haha!" Hu Yi raised his head and smiled: "Yes, I've heard it too, it's scary, and those who don't know it think something happened!"

"Yeah! I was also taken aback." Old Wei looked at Hu Yi incredulously: "Unexpectedly, he howled a few times and recruited Anna out, and ran to the kitchen to catch Lao Fang It’s just a lot of praise. We don’t quite understand it, anyway, it probably means that he has a good voice, and he must be good at singing operas.”

"Of course, Brother Fang can sing Peking Opera, and his voice is definitely not bad."

"Hey! Didn't you see the face of the old house at that time, smiling like a chrysanthemum. The two stood in the kitchen and chatted for an hour. At noon, the old house rushed to deliver buns, meat, and It is said that cooking is also a kind of art, and both art forms should be discussed with her. Oh, I feel numb when I hear it.”

"I didn't expect it! I really didn't expect it!" Hu Yi said with emotion: "I didn't expect Brother Fang to be quite a romantic person."

"It's quite...romantic." Old Wei had a smirk on his face: "The old house made her mess with everything. Now she doesn't even bother to make buns. Basically, Anna only makes them when she wants to eat them."

"It's okay, Brother Fang hasn't married yet, right? I've found a companion."

"What's so good!" Old Wei curled his lips: "I think that girl also has plans, it's not like she's been jumping up and down in the past few days..."

Just halfway through the conversation, I suddenly heard the elevator door open outside, and someone came towards me humming an opera tune.Old Wei immediately shut up, picked up his wine glass and took a sip leisurely.

Hu Yi turned his head to look, and saw Fang Qing in a suit and leather shoes, with a radiant face, stepping into the house with a happy face: "Hey! Xiao Hu is back!"

"Hello, Brother Fang." Hu Yi got up with a smile and exchanged a few words with Fang Qing, then turned to look at the dining table: "Have you not finished your meal yet? Go ahead, I'll go back to the room to read a book."

"Isn't that right? I was called away after just two mouthfuls, but I was so hungry." Fang Qing hung up his suit jacket carefully, and smiled at Hu Yi: "By the way, there is one more thing I want to talk to you Let’s talk. Come on, it’s getting late today, I’ll talk to you another day.”

(End of this chapter)