Far away in Moscow

Chapter 81 The Neighbors

Compared with a lot of copying and reading during the preparatory year, the freshman homework has less mechanical repetition and memory, and has increased some understanding and flexible use of classroom learning. It is a lot more interesting in form and content, but it is also difficult to write. Even more exhausting.It was already noon when Hu Yi flipped through his textbook and dictionary and finished all his homework.

Feeling a little hungry, Hu Yi packed up his books, took out two packs of instant noodles and two eggs, and went out with a frying pan into the public kitchen.

Boil half a pot of water, put two packs of instant noodles into the pot, sprinkle seasoning powder and oil packs, and the fragrance will gradually dissipate.In all fairness, this smell is very attractive to hungry people, but since Hu Yi lost money at the beginning of the year, the most common food for filling his stomach for half a year is the cheap instant noodles with a pack of 3 rubles in the store downstairs. It's already a little boring.

Smelling the familiar aroma, Hu Yi couldn't help frowning, and the hand that was about to crack the eggs on the edge of the pot stopped involuntarily.

Alas, I really don't want to eat this shit anymore.He felt an urge to eat mutton and carrot fried rice or kebab, but he calmed down after thinking about his financial situation for a while.

But it’s always okay to adjust the taste!Hu Yi thought for a while, scooped up the instant noodles into the plate, poured out the water in the pot, turned around and went downstairs to the store to buy a few onions and garlic.

When he returned to the kitchen, there was a tall and thin man standing by the window, smoking a cigarette with his hands folded and looking out at the scenery outside the window.Hearing someone coming in, the man turned around, and it was the Moroccan who claimed to be a prince who lived next door to him.

Hu Yi already knew that his name was Omar, but he still laughed and joked: "Oh, isn't this His Royal Highness, good morning."

"Hello, Anton." The prince smiled wearily: "Are you cooking?"

"It's me, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." The prince puffed out his cigarette melancholy, and looked at the plates on the table: "Your lunch is just instant noodles?"

"It's instant noodles, but it's not just instant noodles." Hu Yi went back to the house to bring oil, a kitchen knife, a chopping board, and half a bottle of Laoganma Black Bean Sauce, and peeled off an onion and two cloves of garlic.

It's been a long time since he showed off the knife skills he practiced at the Yellow Sea Restaurant. He stretched out his arms, rolled up his sleeves, turned his wrists, shrank his head back, closed his eyes slightly and swung the kitchen knife, chopping half an onion with a few clicks. Into small pieces, two garlic cloves cut into thin slices.

"Wow!" The prince looked at Hu Yi curiously: "This knife is really big! But you use it very skillfully!"

Hu Yi rubbed Xun's tearful eyes with the back of his hand, and forced a smile: "Professional." After that, he cracked two eggs, beat them into egg liquid quickly, heated the oil, fried them in a pan until golden, and then poured them into a bowl.

Pour the oil and heat again, use the garlic slices in the pan, briefly fry the onions, then put the cooked instant noodles and scrambled eggs into the pan and stir fry for a few times, then add a spoonful of Laoganma hot sauce.

Immediately a strange fragrance rose from the pot, and the prince couldn't help leaning over to the stove and sniffing vigorously: "Wow, it smells great! It's a bit choking, but it smells delicious!" He covered his mouth and nose and coughed a few times Voice.

Hu Yi turned off the fire, put the fried instant noodles on a plate, and looked at the prince triumphantly: "You like it? Then I'll give you this."

"Really?" the prince said solemnly, "Give this to me? What about you?"

"I still have one, just make another one."

"Thank you." The prince put the plate in front of him and sniffed it a few times with a satisfied face, then pointed to Room 902 where Fang Qing lived and asked, "That Chinese, Fang, seems to be a professional chef, and he often cooks food for others to eat. , are you the same?"

"Him? No, no, we are different." Hu Yi waved his hand, pointed to the kitchen knife on the chopping board and said, "I'm just more proficient with knives, he... um... he is... a professional expert in making food with flour... I don't know how to use it flour."

"But you also look professional in cooking." The prince patted his pocket hesitantly: "Should I pay?"

"A plate of instant noodles, what money is not. We are friends, and I gave it to you." Hu Yi smiled happily, and reached out to pat him on the back: "Let's go back to the house and eat."

"Thank you! But my room...is not very convenient." The prince stood still and did not move: "Can I go downstairs to eat at my friend's room? I will return the plate to you later."

"Of course." Hu Yi shrugged inexplicably, "What's inconvenient in the room?"

"My roommate, Du Shan, is in the room with his girlfriend." The prince waved his hands back and forth in front of him a few times, imitating the creaking sound of shaking the foot of the bed: "They are doing something. .”

"Haha, I got it." Hu Yi smiled and cleaned the pot, fried another instant noodle for himself, and just brought it back to the house to start it. Han Cang, who stayed last night, came back with a small suitcase .

"Hello, Anton." Han Cang bent slightly: "My friends, you are outside, can you come in?"

"Of course, let them in."

Han Cang turned his head to say hello, and three men and two women lined up outside the house. Everyone greeted Hu Yi first after entering the house, which seemed quite polite.Some men were holding bedding, some were carrying big bags, probably to help carry luggage, and the two girls were carrying a few plastic bags, which looked like food.

"Is it convenient for me and them to eat together in the house?" Han Cang asked with gestures.

"Convenience, no problem." Hu Yi handed him his chair: "This is the dormitory for the two of us, you are welcome, just entertain your friends."

"OK, thank you!" Han Cang picked up the pillow on the bed, turned around and described it vividly to his friends, and then said to Hu Yi: "I told them, Anton is a good man, good!"

Hu Yi smiled at him, sitting on the edge of the bed and eating fried instant noodles while looking at them.These Koreans are very cheerful and talkative, but they all deliberately control their voices, as if they are afraid of disturbing themselves.

Those men looked older, with short hair like Han Cang Om, similar in body shape, and all wearing high-waisted military boots.The girl was petite, lively, and looked younger.They put down their things and went to the kitchen to cook, and then a group of people ate and chatted around a pot of red kimchi stewed pork belly, enjoying themselves like brothers and sisters, which made Hu Yi feel a little lonely.

After the Koreans finished their meal, they cleaned up the tableware and left.Satisfied, Han Cang lay on the bed touching his belly and moaned for a while, then got up and came to Hu Yi's side, stammering and saying with a serious face: "Anton, last night, there was no introduction, let me say now. My name is Han Cang , Korean, nice to meet you."

"I'm Chinese, what's my name... Hu Yi, but you can call me Anton." Hu Yi thought that it would be more convenient to tell the truth about his name when he thought of living together in the future.

Han Cang Om may not understand the Russian meaning of Hu Yi's name, and his expression has not changed at all: "Where are you from in China? BJ? Shanghai?"

　About kitchen knives: Kitchen knives in most European and Middle Eastern countries are dagger-like, with relatively narrow blades, so Chinese kitchen knives are often surprising when you see them for the first time.

　　
　
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