Far away in Moscow

Chapter 12 Buying a Big Watermelon

Ponytail put on his coat, came over and patted Li Baoqing on the shoulder, smiled and shook his head while chattering a few words in Russian, and finally touched his lips with two fingers, and blew him a kiss.

Li Baoqing only understood the sentence "I'm sorry", so he blushed and nodded repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay." After the ponytail and the freckled girl walked away, he turned around and asked Hu Yi: "What did she say?"

Hu Yi didn't understand a few words, and he shrugged his shoulders pretendingly touching his chin: "Probably because he is very interested in your body, and I will pamper you next time."

"Fuck you, she must be very impressed with my excellent performance as a powerful center forward." Li Baoqing raised his leg and kicked Hu Yi's ass.The two walked out of the gymnasium talking about their wonderful moments just now, and ran into Yan Zhiwen at the school gate.

"Brother Yan, are you going back to the dormitory?"

"I'm going to the market to buy vegetables, are you going?"

"Hey, okay!" Li Baoqing took a few steps to get closer to him: "I haven't been to the market yet, just so you can show us the way. The store downstairs only has potatoes and cabbage, and I'm about to vomit."

Hu Yi smiled and said: "Yes, buy some good ones to supplement Baoqing, he has suffered a lot today."

Yan Zhiwen squinted at Li Baoqing: "Really? What are you doing?"

Hu Yi hurriedly said: "When playing basketball just now, Baoqing singled out the center of the women's basketball school team under the basket. He was very tired! That big girl is taller than me and stronger than Baoqing. She just pulled her butt Pouted somersault."

"What big bitch! Your words are really ugly, she might be younger than us!" Li Baoqing frowned, and explained to himself embarrassingly: "I was just too nervous at the time, and all my strength was concentrated on the upper body to fight against her. The bottom plate is a little unstable, and it’s just that I accidentally stopped.”

"Well, she's quite satisfied with you anyway, didn't she blow you a kiss before she left?"

The three talked and laughed all the way to the vegetable market. This is an indoor market, and every stall is very standardized and tidy, which is much cleaner than the messy and dirty farmers' markets in China at that time.Hu Yi and Li Baoqing have never bought vegetables alone since they were young. Now they are a little dazzled when they arrive at the vegetable market, and they don't know where to start.

Under Yan Zhiwen's suggestion, the two bought some pork cartilage ribs, which is about 13 yuan a catty, which is acceptable.Vegetables and fruits are not very rich, and only a few items such as potatoes, onions, carrots, and cabbages are not too expensive, and the prices of the rest are ridiculously high.

"Hey, cabbage!" Li Baoqing greeted Hu Yi: "I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I'll fry it with vinegar tonight... What the hell?! Is the price wrong?"

Hu Yi stretched out his head to look, and the price tag said 66 rubles/kg, which was about ten yuan a catty.After carefully confirming that there is no decimal point between the two "6", he patted Li Baoqing: "Forget it, let's eat cabbage, they are all about the same length."

"Damn, this broken cabbage is not much bigger than baby vegetables, and it's so expensive." Li Baoqing muttered unhappily, and suddenly pointed to the front: "Hey! Big watermelon!"

The watermelon is really big, and the surface is smooth and round, with clear and complete lines. It looks like a good melon.The glutton in Hu Yi's stomach twitched: "There are still watermelons for sale in winter, why don't you buy one and try it at home?"

Li Baoqing glanced at the price tag: "Okay, buy it! It's only more than 30 rubles per kilogram, which is half the price of the broken cabbage just now. I just don't know how Russian watermelon tastes."

Yan Zhiwen said from the side: "The watermelons here are very sweet, so you don't need to pick them, just buy them with confidence."

"Okay! Let's get one! Brother Yan, come and eat with us tonight!" Li Baoqing said proudly, pointing to the biggest watermelon in front of him: "This one, I'll buy it!"

The Russian aunt who sold watermelons gently lifted the melon that Li Baoqing personally selected with one hand and put it on the electronic scale, saying something in Russian.Seeing the dazed faces of Li Baoqing and Hu Yi, he casually took out the calculator and typed a few numbers, and said with one stroke in front of them, "410 two rubles."

"More than 400?!" Li Baoqing almost jumped up, waved his hands in panic and said: "No, no."

"What not?" Auntie stared at him in confusion.

Li Baoqing scratched his head and scratched his head and didn't know what to say, so he had to tug on Hu Yi's arm: "Hey, let's not give it up! Good guy, a watermelon in China is only a few yuan, and her melon is worth more than 100 yuan. It's too deceitful."

Hu Yi was also terrified. He looked carefully at the numbers on the calculator, and then stared at the weight displayed on the electronic scale to calculate the price. He shook off Li Baoqing's hand and said, "Fart, everyone weighed us, how can we say now Don't want it? Is it shameful to lose it?" He took out a five hundred ruble bill and handed it to the old lady tremblingly.

Li Baoqing felt a great pain in the flesh, turned his head to look at Yan Zhiwen who was buying tomatoes not far away, and leaned into Hu Yi's ear with a bitter face: "How about... let Brother Yan share the money with us?"

"Bah, nonsense, you ask people to eat melons and let them pay for it? Look at your talent, don't we save melon money by eating a few meals of instant noodles?" Hu Yi slapped Li Baoqing on the back of the head. , pointing at the watermelon and said: "Carry it!"

As the saying goes, there is no light load on a long road. Even though Li Baoqing is physically strong and physically strong, his arms are still numb after carrying a 20-jin watermelon back to the dormitory.

After resting for a long time, Li Baoqing turned up from the bed, ran to the kitchen and started to cook pork ribs.He never knew how to cook before, and he just learned some skills from Yu Feifei these days, just as he was eager to find a chance to practice.

Cooking is not accomplished in a day, and Li Baoqing's current attainment is just a rough idea of ​​the amount of salt and soy sauce.Fortunately, Hu Yi brought a lot of stew seasoning packets from China, which greatly concealed his true level.

Hu Yi used the rice cooker to stew the rice, and Li Baoqing returned to the bedroom and asked with a smile, "How is it? Can you smell the aroma?"

Before Hu Yi had time to answer, he heard the door next door slam, and Peng Song rushed into the kitchen like a black whirlwind, staring at the pot of stewed pork ribs and sniffling vigorously: "Smell! Oh, it's so delicious! It's you who are stewing the pork ribs." Meat?"

Li Baoqing shrugged and smiled: "Who else?"

"Excuse me," Peng Song swallowed hard, "does your food just serve two people?"

Li Baoqing asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"I'd like to eat some too, if I can."

Since the first day Hu Yi and Li Baoqing came to Moscow, Peng Song had been looking for them for food and drink every three days. He either came to ask for instant noodles in the middle of the night when he was hungry, or he wanted to chat with them when he had nothing to do. Or "coincidentally" drop by when they are eating, and then add another table and chopsticks by the way.As the days went by, the two felt a little tired, but after all, we were classmates and lived in neighbors, so we didn't care too much because of face.

Seeing that he was staring at the pork ribs in the pot again, Li Baoqing politely refused with embarrassment: "You didn't say that earlier, I don't cook much, and it might not be enough for three people."

"Enough, such a big pot, it's definitely enough. I have a small appetite, and you eat meat, so I'll just add some vegetable soup to the rice." Peng Song gave him an encouraging look.

Hu Yi gave him a cold look from the side: "It's okay to order soup for you, but the rice is only enough for the two of us."

Peng Song smiled open-mindedly: "It's okay, I have a small rice cooker, I cook rice by myself, do it myself." Then he ran back to the house.

Hu Yi frowned: "Damn, this kid really has a way, he has a thick skin."

Li Baoqing comforted: "Forget it, why don't we just grab some food, neighbors, it doesn't matter."

Before he finished speaking, Peng Song turned back and bared his teeth at Li Baoqing: "Oh, I don't have any rice, can you lend me some rice?"

(End of this chapter)