Far away in Moscow

Chapter 13 Yan Zhiwen and the Indian Vase
Half an hour later, Li Baoqing brought a pot of delicious stewed pork ribs with potatoes to the bedroom.The three of them each held a bowl of rice and sat around the pot on the floor.

Before the soup at the bottom of the pot completely stopped boiling, Peng Song was seen moving his chopsticks like flying, picking up ribs one by one in the pot, turning a blind eye to the potatoes.Hu Yi teased: "Eat slowly, don't burn it."

"Well, um... um... delicious... not afraid."

Li Baoqing sighed embarrassingly: "You still say that you have a small appetite? Both of us can't compete with you, and you will eat all the meat."

Peng Song stretched his neck and swallowed the spare ribs he had just chewed, blinking his eyes: "Really? Maybe it's because your cooking is so delicious. And I have a characteristic, I like eating meat since I was a child."

Hu Yi glared at him: "How dare you say that? Look at your fat head and big ears. Didn't you just say that you don't eat meat and only pour soup?"

"I..." Peng Song stopped in the air with his hand holding the ribs, and peeked at Li Baoqing with aggrieved eyes.Li Baoqing smacked his lips: "Eat, eat, he is joking with you."

Peng Song gave Hu Yi a few dry laughs, and didn't dare to say anything else, so he ate half the pot of ribs by himself, wiped his mouth contentedly, and went back to the house.

Li Baoqing looked at Hu Yi with a displeased face and persuaded him: "Forget it, just this little bit of talent, don't be as knowledgeable as him, let's try to avoid him when we eat in the future."

Hu Yi said angrily: "Grandma's, we didn't steal or rob, why should we hide from him?" The two of them unpacked the pickled mustard to make do with the meal, and before they had time to clean up the dishes, Peng Song burped and opened the room He opened the door, and said in a soft voice with concern: "There is a watermelon in the kitchen, did you buy it? Such a big melon, if you cut it open, you won't be able to put it in. You have to eat it quickly."

Hu Yi sternly said: "Does it have something to do with you? What are you doing?"

Peng Song saw that his face was not looking good, so he murmured: "I... I am thinking of you, I can help you eat..."

Li Baoqing was worried that Hu Yi would have another attack, so he nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, we don't have a refrigerator, so we won't be able to handle the rest."

Hu Yi said "Yes" slowly, and pointed at Peng Song: "You, go and cut the melon."

Peng Song nodded in agreement, bent down and picked up the watermelon, cleaned it, put it on the chopping board, cut it in half, and cut the larger half into dozens of slices.Li Baoqing first gave a few dollars to the Ugandan people at the opposite door, and then went downstairs to Yan Zhiwen's room with a few dollars. When he came back, he saw Hu Yizheng eating melons in his hands. comfortable.

"You can eat too." Li Baoqing took a piece of melon and handed it over. Seeing that Peng Song didn't pick it up, he guessed that Hu Yi would show his face again, so he persuaded him: "Old Hu, don't do this, give him a few pieces .”

"I didn't stop him, he didn't eat it himself." Hu Yi spat out a few watermelon seeds, and squinted at Peng Song: "If you don't believe me, ask him."

Li Baoqing turned his head and asked, "You don't want to eat? Isn't it positive to cut melons just now?"

"No no, you guys eat first." Peng Song swallowed, and said softly with a smile, "I'm used to eating with a spoon."

Li Baoqing took a bite of the watermelon: "You've already cut it, how do you dig it?"

Peng Song shyly pointed to the kitchen: "There's still half of it uncut over there, I can dig that."

"What?" Hu Yi almost choked, coughed a few times and raised his head to look at him wonderingly: "Why is your face so big? It's almost three times bigger than a watermelon."

Li Baoqing also felt that Peng Song was going too far, and said with a heavy face, "No, do you know how much this watermelon costs? Go and cut that half open, let's eat together."

"Okay then." Peng Song turned and walked towards the kitchen with a disappointed face, muttering softly: "In the end, it's money."

Hu Yi threw the melon rind in his hand, and couldn't help but want to scold.Li Baoqing hastily persuaded him: "Forget it, with this virtue, there is no need to be angry with him."

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of November, and the daytime temperature in Moscow dropped all the way below zero. In three days, there were large flakes of snowflakes, and the wind was so cold that people who were too cold did not want to stay outside for a moment.

Hu Yi and Li Baoqing have initially adapted to the life here. Every day in the school dormitory at two o'clock and one line, life is quite comfortable. The only unpleasant thing is that they have to beware of Peng Song when cooking every day.Although it was not a big deal to be robbed of food, after all, the two of them were not well-off, and it was inevitable that they would feel uneasy watching him shamelessly ate and drank.

Once, Li Baoqing couldn't hold it back and suggested that Peng Song should contribute money for dinner together, but he looked surprised: "Aren't you unwilling to join me for dinner? We are all classmates and live together. The most important thing is to get along well, no I need to be reluctant to accommodate me, it is better for us to eat our own food."

Although the words were loud and loud, Peng Song still followed the scent to their room every time, and picked meat from the pot with the cheek to eat.After Hu Yi scolded him a few words, he left in a sensible manner, but he would come back to the next meal as if nothing happened.

Seeing that he was so shameless, the two of them only ate bread or ordered instant noodles in the dormitory. If they wanted to stir-fry vegetables and stew, they went to eat together in Yu Feifei's room.

Yu Feifei is diligent, easy-going, and good at cooking. Every time Hu Yi and Li Baoqing buy food, they wait for the meal to be served, and they are extremely comfortable.The fly in the ointment is that her roommate Dam's friends often come to have dinner, and two tables in one room inevitably seem crowded.

The Vietnamese pronunciation seems to be squeezed out from the root of the tongue and the eyes of the throat, giving the impression that the voice is high and shrill.These young Vietnamese are very talkative, chattering and shouting every time they meet, like a large-scale scene where a hundred birds are fighting each other.The pronunciation of Vietnamese words is also weird. Saying thank you is like "anus" and saying goodbye is like "stool". It sounds especially greasy when eating, which always arouses strange associations with Hu Yi and others.

What's more, this is a girl's room after all, it's inconvenient for the two elders to go in and out frequently every day, so they gradually went less and stayed in their own room three or four days a week to eat instant noodles, and occasionally bought some Wine and meat went to Yan Zhiwen's house and started cooking.

Yan Zhiwen's dormitory is on the seventh floor, and the layout is the same as other rooms, but there is only one person in each of the two bedrooms A and B, and the space is relatively ample.

After several years in Moscow, Yan Zhiwen saved a lot of belongings, such as sofas, computers, TVs, video recorders, and bookcases, filling a small room to the brim.Not only that, but the floor was covered with thick carpets, there was a refrigerator in the kitchen, a washing machine in the toilet, and any household appliances made the impoverished Hu Yi and Li Baoqing very envious.

In fact, Yan Zhiwen originally had an Indian roommate, but the two were quite at odds: the Indians complained that he was cooking with heavy oily smoke, and Yan Zhiwen accused him of the strong smell of curry; No toilet paper is used in the toilet.

"Don't use toilet paper? Then... how do you wipe it?" Hu Yi and Li Baoqing were very surprised when they heard this kind of thing for the first time.

"Use your hands." Yan Zhiwen stretched out his left hand in front of them and shook it.

"Hey! It's so fucking disgusting." The two frowned at the same time.

"Of course, you need to wash it with water. Indians like to put a bottle in the toilet, which is used to wash their butt after going to the toilet."

"Damn! They don't think it's dirty!" Hu Yi laughed a few times, and slapped his nose twice vigorously with his hands, his face full of stinky expressions.

Yan Zhiwen blinked his eyes twice, and pondered: "I used to think so too, but now that I think about it, washing with water should be cleaner than wiping with toilet paper?"

Hu Yi and Li Baoqing looked at each other, feeling that what he said seemed to make a little sense, but he would never try it anyway.

Yan Zhiwen lived with the Indian for a year, and often had quarrels over trivial matters such as living habits.Once when he returned to the dormitory drunk, it happened that the Indian was chatting with two friends in the room. Yan Zhiwen thought they were too loud, so he cursed a few words with the help of alcohol.

Not to be outdone, the Indian rushed forward to scold Yan Zhiwen.The two sides pushed and shoved each other a few times in excitement, and finally started to fight.

At that time, Yan Zhiwen was nineteen years old, strong and strong, with a fierce temper, and he was stupefied. After coming to Moscow, he used his spare time to practice Taekwondo. He usually had itchy hands and feet when he saw Indians, and he wanted to find fault for a long time. shelf.But the other party was three people after all, and he was staggering from drinking, so although he was very imposing, he didn't actually take advantage of it.

Fortunately, two Chinese people in another room heard the sound and blocked the Indians with persuasion and scare, barely calming down the situation.On the surface, Yan Zhiwen shook hands with the Indians to make peace, but he was reluctant in his heart. After waking up the next day, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Suddenly, the bad water came out, and he ran to the toilet and poured half a bottle of Fengyoujing into the Indians' water bottle.

(End of this chapter)