Far away in Moscow

Chapter 90
Fang Qing lived alone in the small room of 902, and at this time he was sitting cross-legged on the bed and gnawing cucumbers, and he didn't get out of bed when he saw Hu Yi coming in, he just turned his head expressionlessly: "Yo, this is really a rare visitor. Aren't you cooking by yourself? Why do you want to eat my buns today?"

"Hey, if you eat too much of anything, you'll get tired of it, and you have to change the taste occasionally, don't you?" Hu Yi smiled and walked to the bedside: "I'm still greedy for your steamed stuffed buns today, I just wanted to eat some in the kitchen Well, it's a pity that I was too busy at that time to take care of it."

"Can't care?" Fang Qing took a bite of the cucumber unhurriedly: "It seems that your box lunch business is booming, how much can you sell in a day?"

"Not much, maybe twenty or thirty copies a day." Hu Yi deliberately exaggerated some figures, and then asked, "Is your business doing well recently?"

"Of course! I never worry about selling my steamed stuffed buns. Basically, I sell as many buns as I want." Fang Qing was obviously taken aback for a moment, and continued to ask, "Twenty or thirty copies a day?"

"Ah? You mean our box lunch? Yes, but that was some time ago." Hu Yi pretended to be bitter and shook his head: "Recently, it has dropped a bit, and it is only in his early twenties every day. Do you know why?"

"Where am I going?" Fang Qing glanced at him: "Why?"

Hu Yi put on a straight face, lowered his voice with a serious expression, and said, "I inquired, and it seems that someone in the dormitory was talking about us, saying behind our backs that our lunch box is not delicious."

Fang Qing turned her face away and snorted softly, but didn't answer.

Hu Yi smiled again: "Hey, the person who said this may not have actually eaten our food. They are just talking nonsense and passing it on, so they can't take it to heart. Some people say that the meat used for stuffing your buns is not good. It’s all cheap meat processed in the market, it’s not fresh—"

"Nonsense!" Fang Qing was furious when he heard the words, and he stretched his legs and was about to get out of bed: "Who said that?! Tell me! I'll go find him! He must make it clear!"

Hu Yi hurriedly persuaded him: "Hey, those people are talking nonsense, don't talk to them. When I heard this, I rejected them on the spot. I said: Brother Fang is definitely not that kind of person, and he I watched it with my own eyes when I was chopping stuffing in the kitchen, all the meat was good, absolutely nothing!"

"Little man! You're talking about women's tongues!" Fang Qingyu was still angry, cursed a few words bitterly, and looked up at Hu Yi: "Little Hu, you have to testify to me that the meat and vegetables I used It's all good, absolutely not allowed to be slandered by those villains!"

"Yes, of course." Hu Yi comforted: "I guess they are jealous and jealous when they see you making money."

"Psychologically gloomy! It's despicable!" Fang Qing supported the edge of the bed with both hands and took a few breaths, then suddenly paused, lowered his head and remained silent.

After getting along with the neighbors for a few months, Hu Yi has long seen that Fang Qing is a straightforward person with no sense of government.Now peeking at the changes in the expression on his face, I know that my aggressive method of insinuation, pointing and cursing has achieved initial results, so I strike while the iron is hot:

"Our two families live so close, it's actually quite good. If there is anything, I can help you take care of it. In case someone talks nonsense again, we can also say something for each other and make a testimony for each other, right? As long as... as long as... hey-hey……"

Fang Qing gave a nonchalant "hmm" and looked up at Hu Yi: "What do you want?"

"Neighbors and neighbors will inevitably stumble a bit, as long as you don't think that our box lunch hinders your business."

"Little Hu, what are you talking about? My surname is Fang, I'm not so narrow-minded!" Fang Qing gave him a white look: "Besides, let's do our own thing, who can hinder who? Fair competition!"

Hu Yi grinned: "That's right, I think you are definitely not that kind of person. Besides, we are not only not in the way of your business, let alone competing with you. Our box lunch fast food is nothing more than saving everyone time and energy. It's hard work, and those home-cooked dishes are made by others. Your buns, dumplings and pancakes are different. Quanyouda is the only one that meets the unique taste needs of Chinese people. If you want to eat this kind of noodles, you can only find you Come buy it. This is a real technical job, and no one can handle it except you. To put it bluntly, our lunch boxes are actually dispensable, and you are irreplaceable."

Fang Qing was overjoyed at being praised, raised her face and stared at Hu Yi for a while, then gently flicked the big braid behind her head: "Okay, I understand what you mean. It's not easy to go out, and no one will be safe. When the horse's high stirrups are short, just do as you say, and our two families will take care of each other more in the future."

"Okay!" Hu Yi slapped his hands and took out a handful of rubles: "I haven't eaten yet, you bring me eight buns, and standing here for a long time will make me hungry!"

Facts have proved that although Hu Yi's carefully choreographed conversation was brief, the effect was not bad.From that day on, Fang Qing gradually smiled towards the two of them in the kitchen, and restored the sincerity and frankness in the past when talking and chatting. Occasionally, he would teach Li Baoqing a few tricks of making pasta.

Hu Yi saw it in his eyes, was happy in his heart, and ingeniously took a pen and added a sentence on the advertisements of each dormitory building: "If you need to buy Fangge's buns, dumplings or pancakes while ordering food, we can pass by Bring it to your room."

Fang Qing was very satisfied with this move. From then on, whenever his pasta was sold out, he would heartily recommend the boxed lunches at 901 to the empty customers, just like a big brother who takes care of the little brother's business.

With such mutual help, the sales of fast food on both sides have increased to a certain extent.Although there are fewer students in the dormitory during the winter vacation, Hu Yi and Li Baoqing are busy from morning to night every day, and Xia Yan often comes to help deliver meals, and the boxed meals sold every day are actually more than before .

The ten-day winter vacation is coming to an end in a blink of an eye. Li Baoqing is very satisfied with the business of these days, and reluctantly hints that Hu Yi wants to continue to make the takeaway at noon, but Hu Yi dismisses it:
"Are you stupid? After school starts, everyone usually eats in the cafeteria in the main building at noon. Who will cook and sell to? Besides, we have to go to class, and you have to make up exams. Don't worry about the money, just sell dinner honestly. "

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Li Baoqing pouted sullenly: "There are not many fast food boxes, and the soy sauce is almost used up. Let's go to the market to restock, and buy back the vegetables for today and tomorrow."

After going out to do some shopping, the two returned to the dormitory with big bags and small bags. As soon as they got out of the elevator, they saw Wang Shen walking slowly in the corridor outside the door with his hands behind his back.

"Why are you here?" Li Baoqing's eyes were full of guard.

"Hey, it's okay." Wang Shen hurriedly put on a smiling face and greeted him: "Have you gone shopping?"

"Yeah." Hu Yi took out the key to open the door, and said with a long and sneering sneer: "Why does Boss Wang have time to visit the humble house today? Are you not busy with business?"

"Hey, what business is not business." Wang Shen followed behind Hu Yi with a smile, seeing that he was standing at the door and did not intend to let him into the house, so he had to stand still: "I want...to buy a box lunch."

"The box lunch? What time is it? Haven't started making it yet." Hu Yi's face softened a little: "You go back first, and I'll send it to you when it's finished."

Wang Shen absently agreed, and stood outside the door without moving.Hu Yi entered the room and put down the things in his hands, took off his coat and hung it on the wall, then turned around and asked, "What? Is there anything else?"

(End of this chapter)