Far away in Moscow

Chapter 93

"Calm down, this is their means of competition, don't get excited." Hu Yi was also on fire in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm: "How is the new dish that made you think? Is there any progress?"

"How can it be so easy? I have considered three or four dishes, but I have tried a few times without success, and the taste is not good." Li Baoqing muttered in a low voice: "Besides, we are selling so badly now, I don't even have the time to think about it. Those things, when I think of Sixth Brother, I will get angry!"

"You have to think about it. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tool. Sharpening your knife is not a mistake for a woodcutter." Hu Yi patiently persuaded: "Let's go, let's go to make today's dinner first. Do a good job in front of us. Don't keep thinking about Sixth Brother, it's useless to think about it, it just adds to your troubles."

"Okay, don't talk to me anymore." Li Baoqing raised his butt resentfully: "How many preparations should we make tonight?"

Hu Yi thought for a while: "Twelve servings, let's eat the rest by ourselves. If there are not enough to sell, it seems that our business is booming, right?"

When the two came to the kitchen, they saw Fang Qing kneading dough and preparing pancakes.These days, he was also squeezed by the sixth brother's takeaway, and he was unhappy. When he saw Hu Yi and Li Baoqing, he complained round and round.Li Baoqing suddenly felt that he had met a bosom friend, and couldn't help pouring bitterness into each other with Fang Qing.

Hu Yi didn't join their discussion, and quietly went back to the house after cutting the vegetables, intending to sort out his messy thoughts and come up with countermeasures to deal with the current situation as soon as possible.

Although he comforted Li Baoqing with ease, he was only a student in his early 20s after all. He hadn't had much experience in society. something learned from a book.

Standing by the window smoking a cigarette for a long time in a daze, Hu Yi felt his mind was muddled.While being upset, Han Shangyun came back with a large box full of kimchi, followed by his Korean friends.

"Anton! Let's have dinner together!" Han Shangyun's friends hadn't seen each other for a whole winter vacation, and they were very enthusiastic when they saw Hu Yi.

Hu Yiqiang chatted with everyone with a smile on his face, and the rest of the Koreans began to prepare dinner. Han Shangyun asked while clearing the table: "Anton, how many fast food are sold recently?"

"Yeah, you saw it too?"

"In the past, you were busy and ended very late. These days, if you are not busy, you end early. You don't laugh much, and you are in a bad mood." Han Shangyun jumped out word by word: "Worry, there is no need. Everything will be fine. .”

"Thank you." Although these few words of comfort were empty, they still made Hu Yi feel a little more cheerful.

The number of people ordering food tonight is still tepid, basically the same as the previous few days.Hu Yi asked Li Baoqing to fry a piece of chicken drumsticks, and sat around the table with the Koreans for dinner.

These Koreans can’t do without kimchi when they have a meal. Han Shangyun and a few others chatted and laughed with the girl who made kimchi while eating. A little blush.

"I said, Xizhen's kimchi this time is better and better." Han Shangyun pays attention to social etiquette, and often has to awkwardly translate the conversations between his compatriots to Hu Yi and Li Baoqing: "I know how to make kimchi." Women, it will be easy to get married in the future."

"Ou~ba~!" The little girl named Jin Xizhen stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes curled into crescents with a smile: "Don't be joking!"

"Indeed! It's delicious!" Hu Yi picked up several pieces of spicy cabbage one after another, and smiled at Jin Xizhen: "It's great! I like it!"

This is not an insincere flattery. Hu Yi was not used to the unique spicy taste of Korean kimchi at first, but after living with Han Shangyun for a few months, he gradually got used to it, and felt a little greedy if he didn't eat it every few days.

Jin Xizhen smiled sweetly: "Thank you, if you like it, please eat more."

Hu Yi ate another two yuan, put down his chopsticks and asked, "I often hear you call them 'lotus root handles', what does that mean?"

"It means 'brother'." Jin Xizhen's Russian level is not much higher than that of Han Shangyun, and explained with gestures: "It doesn't have to be a family member. For a man who is not too old, he can be called 'Ouba'."

Hu Yi suddenly realized, and turned to look at Han Shangyun: "Should I also call you that?" He imitated Jin Xizhen's twisted tone and shouted: "Ou~ba~!"

The Koreans suddenly burst into laughter, and Han Shangyun waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no, usually, women call men like this. Men rarely do this."

"Oh, I see."

"And we Busan people, from the south, speak masculinely. Listen: 'Ouba', the pronunciation is short and straight, like a man." Han Shangyun reached out and patted his chest, then pointed to Jin Xizhen and several other men: "They, People from Seoul, from the north, can only turn around when they speak, like a woman."

Those Seoul men laughed and cursed and slapped Han Shangyun on the back of the head vigorously. Hu Yi happily watched them arguing about the characteristics of their respective local languages, and turned to Jin Xizhen and said, "I am older than you, and I am also your lotus root?"

"Yes!" Jin Xizhen shouted cheerfully: "Anton is also a lotus root!"

Hu Yi was overjoyed. He glanced at Li Baoqing eating kimchi with one chopstick after another. He reached out and poked him: "Is it delicious? You can praise him too!"

"Delicious! Delicious!" Li Baoqing quickly gave a thumbs up: "Very delicious, spicy shredded chicken!"

Jin Xizhen's smile trembled wildly: "Thank you, are you telling the truth?"

"Really! Really!" Li Baoqing's Russian vocabulary could not support his detailed expression, so he turned to Hu Yi and said: "Don't tell me, this thing is a bit addictive if you eat too much."

"Really?" Hu Yi's heart moved, and he reached out and patted his thigh: "I thought of an idea."

"What idea?"

Hu Yi didn't answer, put one hand on Li Baoqing's shoulder, and looked at Jin Xizhen with a smile: "Xizhen, we both like your kimchi, can you please make some for them? paid for."

"Of course." Jin Xizhen shook her head and said, "Pay, no need."

"Need, need." Hu Yi hurriedly explained: "The lotus root requires a lot of kimchi, a large portion, not only to eat by yourself, but also to be paired with the lotus root box for other Chinese to eat. This involves... Well, it involves the lotus root business, so you have to pay."

"Oh!" Jin Xizhen's big eyes widened: "My skills are not very good yet. Other Chinese may not like it."

"I will like it! I will like it!" Hu Yi encouraged with confidence: "What the two of us think is delicious, others will also think it is delicious."

Jin Xizhen smiled slightly: "Okay, I will do it tomorrow and bring it to you on Saturday."

(End of this chapter)