Xia Shuo swagger

Chapter 59
The dormitory was quiet, only Xia Zhaoyao was left alone.

In the dormitory of Huaijiang University, the upper bed and the lower table are the same. The upper bunk must be as tall as one person.

It is often said that when luck turns bad, bad things follow one another.

Now, Xia Zhaoyao clearly understands this.

Cobweb-like cracks continue to extend down the screen in the upper right corner of the phone.

It is obviously a music phone that focuses on sound quality, but now it can't make any sound at all.

must be painful...

While fiddling with the phone, Xia Zhaoyao gently rubbed his ankle with one hand.

When I jumped off the bed just now, I was too hasty, and it seemed that I accidentally twisted my right foot.

clang clang-

From outside the balcony came the sound of a broadcast that sounded like a bell.

This is the hourly broadcast of Huaijiang University, and it is said that it is a rule that has been passed down from a long time ago.

Such melodious bells echoed in Huaijiang campus every six hours.

On the hour, six hours...

Xia Zhaoyao looked up at the dim sky outside the window.

Oops!Class dinner!
Xia Zhaoyao frantically lit up the phone screen - it flickered for a while, barely showing the content.

Sure enough, as soon as I pulled down the message bar, I saw several text messages and five missed calls.

The first two missed calls were from Zhu Houbai, and the last three were from Qin Shuo.

"What, is Qin Shuo mentally ill—"

Xia Zhaoyao glanced at the call log, Qin Shuo will give her a call later in the afternoon.

None of their own information committee members is as annoying as this guy.

Dinner notice?
Xia Zhaoyao ignored the missed call, and his eyes fell on the text message with only the beginning.

In this era, the personal text messages that will be received are probably only notifications from the information committee, right?
[Hello, I am Zhu, the information committee member of the second level of the 22nd class...]

Not surprisingly, one of the text messages was Zhu Houbai's self-introduction.

The remaining ones are information about the dinner tonight, the opening ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the arrangements for receiving textbooks.

[Dinner Notice: Niushan Old Hot Pot, 06:30 pm.Specific address……】

【Opening Ceremony Time and Gathering Location...】

【Arrangement of teaching material pick-up location...】

Ok……

It has to be said that Zhu Houbai's typesetting at the beginning of writing such an important matter saved her a lot of effort.

Even if he only read the beginning, Xia Zhaoyao can roughly guess what the follow-up will be.

Xia Zhaoyao looked at the time on the screen, it was [-]:[-].

Oops--

It's too late!
Xia Zhaoyao hurriedly put on his socks, took off the smelly clothes from the balcony, stepped on his shoes and rushed out.

Zhuyuan Dormitory is located in the upper area of ​​the middle section of Xiaobei Peak, and Niushan Old Hot Pot is outside the school gate.

Even if you take the campus tour bus, it will take at least a quarter of an hour to get there.

Being late for your first class dinner can be embarrassing.

…………

Niushan Old Hot Pot, the stairs leading to the second floor.

The mellow and attractive butter aroma of the old hot pot wafts in the air on the stairs.

But Xia Zhaoyao's interest is not high, she just ate here four hours ago.

"Let's try mandarin ducks tonight, I didn't have any at noon—"

Xia Zhaoyao was talking to himself in his heart.

All the way up the stairs, there were noisy voices from above.

A dinner with more than 50 people is far more noisy and chaotic than classes and class meetings.

Qin Shuo and Sun Lingyi flitted back and forth like butterflies wearing flowers, and divided the students gathered at the door to each table.

Various taboos and dietary preferences are the most basic classification labels: a table for drinking, a table for all spicy food, a table for not eating offal...

Qin Shuo freely coordinated the arrangements of the audience, as if he was the host of the banquet.

"This Zhai Shuo, I didn't expect to look decent—"

Xia Zhaoyao's eyes fell on Qin Shuo, and he muttered softly.

The seats on the second floor were almost filled up, and most of the girls and boys sat on opposite sides.

Of course, there are also a few boys who seem to be "very good at playing" and sit next to the girls, bragging about something happily.

Xia Zhaoyao vaguely heard one of them suggesting: "Hey, how about going to KTV to sing together later?"

"Sea King's favorite process." Xia Zhaoyao thought.

Huantang Wanshiwu summed up the "hunting" routines of various types of boys and girls.

Although she hasn't fully grasped it yet, she can still see some basic words and performances.

At the other table, a group of enthusiastic students gathered around Zhang Xiaotian, as lively as old friends reunited after a long time.

"Hey, is this creating a second impression?"

Xia Zhaoyao frowned, silently complaining in his heart.

After all, besides the squad leader and information committee member, there are still many vacancies for squad leaders.

Class dinners, after all, should be more about eating...

Xia Zhaoyao thought this way, but unfortunately most people care more about socializing.

——Or maybe it was her who was abnormal?

Xia Zhaoyao looked around at the men and women who were trying to find something to talk about, he didn't want to go to any table, and wandered around the edge of the table and chairs.

Unknowingly, Xia Zhao staggered to the corner of the hall on the second floor, near the big table near the toilet.

Compared with other lively and harmonious square tables, this side has a sense of tension.

"If you want me to say, half of the bottom of the mushroom pot and half of the red soup are enough."

"Except for the mushrooms, everything else is fine, let's change it."

"Mandarin duck? Then you go to the next table."

"I want to order the rice, fried rice with eggs?"

"Hot pot with egg fried rice, the way to eat it is too weird, I can't put it down—"

It is clearly a seat for eight people, but now there are only six people sitting, and a few chairs are even added to the side table.

The proximity to the toilet may be one of the reasons, and more reasons should be...

"Okay, okay, anyway, let's order the pot first, right?"

Sun Lingyi rubbed her temples with some headaches, and looked helplessly at the people at the table.

Difficult to say, most people's taboos are easy to classify, but there are always some niche classifications.

Qin Shuo's approach is to divide everything into others, and the coordination of this table of "others" now falls on Sun Lingyi's head.

"The red soup or the mandarin duck, shall we vote again?"

"It doesn't make sense, it's still three to three—"

"Uh……"

Sun Lingyi turned her head and her eyes fell on Xia Zhaoyao who was wandering around.

"Shake! You came just in time, there are vacancies here——Your Yancheng has a bland taste, right?"

"What's the bottom line, what's so important about a hot pot..."

"I--"

Xia Zhaoyao was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.

"In Huaijiang, mandarin duck pot is the highest etiquette for hospitality."

Of course, the mandarin duck pot is more in line with the taste, and she originally thought so.

However, Xia Zhaoyao didn't know why, but her answer changed into:
"However, I suggest that you still eat Jiugongge in this restaurant-the old hot pot is Huaijiang's specialty, and the mandarin duck pot is somewhat lacking in taste."

"Nine Palaces? What is that?"

"Huaijiang Jiugongge Hot Pot, an authentic old hotpot with nine grids and three floors."

In Xia Zhaoyao's mind, the boss's somewhat regretful expression appeared in his mind when he was teaching them on the spot at noon.

"Authentic Huaijiang butter old hot pot must be matched with Jiugong grid. Different grids hold different temperatures and different concentrations of butter."

"Different ingredients are cut into different thicknesses and shapes, such as thin slices, hob cuts, strips...Blanching in different grids, you can get different tastes."

"This is the ultimate mystery of Huaijiang hot pot, and it is also the most soulful way of cooking Huaijiang hot pot."

"..."

Sun Lingyi was stunned, and looked up and down Xia Zhaoyao in bewilderment.

"Aren't you... from Yancheng? Why—"

"Well, understand a little bit."

Xia Zhaoyao opened his index finger and thumb slightly, and gestured carefully.

(End of this chapter)