Far away in Moscow

Chapter 89
As the weather got colder and colder, Li Baoqing didn't even bother to get up in the morning to go to school. Every day, he asked Zhou Dali to help him lie and ask for leave, while he slept until he woke up naturally. After waking up, he began to summarize the gains and losses of yesterday's cooking experience. By the way, think about the side dishes of the day.

I have to work in the dormitory at night, so I usually drop by for afternoon classes.But even though he was sitting in class, his mind was full of how to improve the taste of the food, as if he had already regarded this fast food business as his main business, and completely forgot his identity as a student.

It is impossible to get good grades if you are so careless about your studies.Although the journalism major of Friendship University has relatively loose requirements in all aspects, it cannot condone a student like him who has been absent from classes frequently since he entered his freshman year.Li Baoqing failed half of the subjects in the final exam in one go, and barely passed the other half with three points under the care of the teacher.

"You have to be careful." At noon on the first day of winter vacation, Hu Yi warned earnestly in the dormitory: "Even if you don't understand in class, at least you have to sit in the classroom and get acquainted with the teachers, otherwise how will you live?" What about the exam? If you fail so many subjects next semester, you will be in danger."

Li Baoqing was disapproving: "It's okay, the worst thing is to make up the exam."

"Are you sure you will pass the make-up exam? You'd better prepare carefully."

"What are you preparing, no problem!" Li Baoqing said impatiently, "Didn't you hear what they said, if you can't do it, just give the teacher some rubles, and you can basically give it a pass."

Hu Yi smacked his lips lightly, but didn't speak.Li Baoqing grinned and said: "You don't have to worry about me, let's think about what we should do next!"

"What do you mean?"

"A lot of students have returned to China for the New Year, and there are fewer people in the dormitory, which affects our business!" Li Baoqing touched a cigarette sullenly and lit a cigarette: "I see, during the winter vacation, our box lunches can be changed to be provided at noon and evening, what do you think? How is it? Anyway, the Korean is back on vacation, so there is no need to worry about affecting him."

The topic changed a little quickly, and Hu Yi was stunned for a while, then nodded and said: "It should be fine. I'm a little hungry, let's discuss while eating."

"Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll do it."

"Save your energy, I'm getting tired of eating your stir-fried dishes every day." Hu Yi sniffled vigorously: "It seems that the old house steamed buns in the morning, you can buy some, let's change the taste."

"Okay, eat a few steamed buns to satisfy your hunger!" Li Baoqing came to the door of the 902 dormitory, and was just about to enter the room when he heard Fang Qing throwing a Hebei-style Beijing film in the room and said: "... ouch, hello , I know how much the two children weigh, isn’t it just a few days of cutting boards in the back kitchen? I dare to imitate others’ fast food.”

Li Baoqing was startled, and stopped involuntarily.Then another voice came out: "I ate it once, and it feels pretty good..."

"Hey, you can put it down! What's delicious?" Fang Qing interrupted the other party bluntly, raising his voice: "Isn't it the same thing that I come here every day? Fried chicken nuggets, shredded potatoes, tomatoes Scrambled eggs, Mushu meat, etc., how can there be any technical content? At most, burn an eggplant, that is easy, who can’t do it? And it’s expensive, why spend money on them? Huh? Look at my steamed stuffed bun, it’s delicious and cheap, isn’t it much more affordable than their box lunch?”

"Yes, yes." The other party agreed with a smile: "We are just trying to save trouble."

"Hey, eating is just to save trouble? Come on, it's easier to eat buns. Today is stuffed with cabbage and pork. It's delicious. How many do you want?"

It was clear that he was talking about himself and Hu Yi.Li Baoqing's heart burst into flames when he heard this, and he wanted to rush in to argue with Fang Qing.

But after taking only one step, he dismissed the idea again, turned back and repeated what he heard to Hu Yi, and finally scolded angrily: "Damn it! I didn't expect the old house to talk about us behind our backs." Bad words! On the surface... on the surface..."

"On the surface, it doesn't treat us very well. I thought about it a long time ago. We all cook fast food on the first floor. This kind of thing must happen, it is inevitable." Hu Yi smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, the old house doesn't care. It’s bad because it’s small-minded. This kind of person always shows what he thinks on his face, and he’s easier to deal with than those double-faced people. Take time to talk to him.”

Everyone works in the same kitchen on weekdays, and they don’t see each other every day. At first, Fang Qing didn’t pay much attention to Hu Yi and Li Baoqing’s boxed lunches. He felt that these two young men couldn’t be compared with him at all. He just watched them busy with a smile. .

Later, the fast food business of the two quickly picked up. Some regular customers who used to buy steamed stuffed buns and pancakes now go to buy their boxed lunches every other day, sometimes praising the taste of the boxed lunches in front of Fang Qing.

Fang Qing listened to his ears, and then quickly changed his mind, thinking that Hu Yi and the others squeezed his business, and the smile gradually disappeared from his face.When I saw Li Baoqing cooking in the kitchen, I would occasionally tease him: "Hey, what is this frying? Why is it so dark? Is it delicious?"

Li Baoqing has a simple and honest personality, and he doesn't care about Fang Qing's sarcasm. He just thinks that he has worked in a high-end hotel and must have extraordinary knowledge, and he always asks a few words politely and sincerely.But Fang Qing was just a pastry chef and not good at cooking, so he couldn't tell he was ugly, so he had to deal with him casually.

However, Hu Yi had long heard the faint hostility in Fang Qing's words, and was psychologically prepared for his change of attitude.He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then looked at Li Baoqing ponderingly: "But what Lao Fang said is true, our dishes are indeed lacking in variety, and it has been three months, and there are only a dozen of them over and over again, it's time to find something new. "

"Is this necessary?" Li Baoqing seemed reluctant: "I think these dishes are quite good now, and everyone's response is also good, so why bother."

Hu Yi persuaded him patiently: "Indeed, your skills have improved a lot now, especially a few specialty dishes. The more you cook, the better you will be. But you must know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Once others lose their sense of novelty, they will turn around and buy them." Steamed stuffed buns from the old house, or other food. We have to find a way to keep introducing new ones to attract customers’ appetites, so that they will think of calling us first whenever they are hungry.”

"You are really eloquent." Li Baoqing folded his arms resentfully: "But there is some truth to what you say, tell me, what dishes to add?
"Don't ask me, you are the chef, and you have to decide what to add." Hu Yi looked at him leisurely: "This matter can be discussed in the long run. Let's post the advertisement for lunch during the winter vacation first."

Yu Feifei returned to China for the New Year, and before leaving, she lent her laptop and printer to Hu Yi.The two printed more than a dozen advertisements and went out to post them. Then they went to the market to buy some meat, eggs and vegetables. They filled their stomachs at McDonald's next to the subway station. After returning, they took a break and started preparing dinner.

Fang Qing was steaming steamed buns in the kitchen, Li Baoqing had a grudge against him, so he kept his face stern and refused to look at him.Hu Yi also kept his head buried in chopping vegetables without saying a word, thinking about how to negotiate with Fang Qing.It wasn't until after eight o'clock in the evening that I finished my work, and then I came to the door of 902 and poked my head: "Brother Fang, do you still have buns?"

(End of this chapter)