Lunch was at a restaurant by the Qinhuai River. Chen Hansheng asked for a box facing the street.
The decoration in the box was both modern and retro. Modern means there was a TV and air conditioning. Retro means the entrance was carved, and the tables and chairs were also mahogany octagonal tables, giving off an antique atmosphere.
In addition, the window of the box was not pushed outwards, but needed to be propped up with a wooden stick. When Bian Shishi curiously opened the window, everyone in the room stared with wide eyes, fearing that the stick would fall down.
If it hit a passerby Ximen Qing, would they still want to eat this meal?
"Why are you all looking at me like this?"
Bian Shishi propped up the window, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, no..."
Everyone was embarrassed to admit it. Chen Hansheng picked up the teapot and poured water, and said to Wang Zibo: "Come on, Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
"Get out!"
Wang Zibo took the cup away with a red face.
Chen Hansheng smiled and filled the glasses for others. This restaurant was so antique that the ladies who took orders were all dressed in ancient clothes. Chen Hansheng picked out 7 special dishes and estimated that the five people should be able to finish them.
The scenery by the window was very good. The Qinhuai River was not far away. It was a bit bleak in late autumn. Those pleasure boats were all lying on the shore, but the long street of Confucius Temple was always crowded, especially student couples.
College couples were holding hands. The girl was holding a string of candied haws and pointing at those expensive and beautiful accessories to discuss with her boyfriend. The boy looked at the price and estimated that he couldn't afford it now, so he pretended not to care.
However, after walking a few steps, he turned around and looked again, remembering the location of this store. Maybe he had already made up his mind to save money and give his girlfriend a surprise on a certain festival.
The feelings on campus were pure and beautiful, which made people feel distressed.
Chen Hansheng was eating the melon seeds given by the store and looking at the various people outside the window. Xiao Rongyu next to him suddenly pushed him.
"What?"
"I want to eat that, too."
Xiao Yuer pointed at the old man selling candied haws and said pitifully.
Chen Hansheng didn't want to move, so he said, "We'll have dinner later. I ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, which tastes about the same."
"No, Xiao Chen, please..."
Xiao Rongyu stretched out the last syllable. The autumn wind outside the window blew in "whoosh", but she didn't feel cold. It just blew Xiao Yuer's hair, which was not tied up, into a mess. There was lovely pride on her melon-seed face hidden under her hair.
"Okay, I'll go downstairs to smoke a cigarette."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and stood up. If there were no other people, he might have pretended to be dead, but there were two other girls, especially Xiao Rongyu's roommate Bian Shishi, so Chen Hansheng would protect this pride.
Chen Hansheng came back soon, and he could hear Bian Shishi's voice as he stepped on the creaking wooden stairs.
"Chen Hansheng is not as lazy as you say. You asked him to buy candied haws, and he went to buy them obediently. I think it's good for a boyfriend to do this..."
"You can't praise him, otherwise his tail will be up to the sky again."
This is Xiao Rongyu who is talking, but the satisfaction and joy in her tone can't be concealed.
Chen Hansheng pushed the door open, and the girls in the room exclaimed in surprise, because he not only bought candied haws for Xiao Rongyu, but also a bunch for each girl.
"Chen Hansheng, it's a pity that you are not from Dongda, otherwise you have to support the girls in our dormitory."
Bian Shishi took the candied haws with a smile.
She didn't mean to look down on the School of Finance by saying this, but if Chen Hansheng and Xiao Yuer were from the same school, all the girls in the dormitory would have to be arranged.
Or there is a saying that when girls are in love, one can support a girl in the dormitory; when boys are in love, one has to rely on a roommate to support him.
"If I were from Dongda, I would have to date a girlfriend from Tsinghua or Peking University. Jianye University is the lowest standard."
Chen Hansheng said with a smile.
"Bah, if you want to go to Tsinghua or Peking University, you have to date a girl from Harvard?"
Xiaoyu pinched Chen Hansheng.
Nie Xiaoyu also took the candied haws and sighed, "I have been following Minister Chen since my freshman year. This is the first time I enjoy this kind of treatment. This is really a memorable moment."
Nie Xiaoyu was just a freshman who knew nothing at first, and then gradually grew to his current position, but he often called him "Minister Chen". This was the social relationship between the two at the beginning.
Of course, Wang Zibo did not fall behind. Chen Hansheng handed him the candied haws, but he rejected it with disdain: "Why eat candied haws? Hurry up and eat. I have something to do later."
Wang Zibo's attitude made the atmosphere in the room stagnate for a while, but the dishes were served soon. Salted duck, sweet and sour spare ribs, braised lion's head, phoenix tail shrimp, egg dumplings, chicken juice dried shreds and a large bowl of seasonal vegetable soup, all of which are specialties of Jianye and Sudong Province.
The girls quickly immersed themselves in the food and talked about recent entertainment news and campus gossip.
Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo ate quickly, filling their stomachs and finishing. The taste of the dishes can only be said to be average, far inferior to the small restaurant next to the train station.
Chen Hansheng glanced at the girls. They seemed to have just started eating. Xiaoyuer had only eaten half of the lion's head in her bowl.
"So slow."
Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette and wondered whether to ask Wang Zibo to go downstairs to smoke. Xiaoyuer patted his knees gently, then pointed to another window in the room, indicating that they should go there to smoke and not go downstairs.
"I'll leave after I finish this cigarette."
Wang Zibo flicked the ash and said.
"So fast."
Chen Hansheng glanced at him.
Wang Zibo nodded: "I have something else to do. I'll invite you and Xiaoyuer to have dinner together next time."
He took a few puffs of the cigarette, said goodbye to everyone and left. Chen Hansheng watched Wang Zibo's back running to the bus stop on the second floor, silently.
"Xiao Chen, Zibo has gone home, come over and chat with us." Xiaoyuer called at the table.
"Okay, what are you talking about? Let's not brag. Whether it's the entertainment industry or the cultural industry, there's nothing I don't understand."
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Wang Zibo returned to the entrance of the Polytechnic University. He looked at the time and it was about 1:50. He stood at the entrance and looked around, as if waiting for someone.
The temperature outside was much colder than in the restaurant. The autumn wind was like a sharp sickle, blowing through the tops of the sycamore trees. The withered yellow leaves "swished" down, and the cleaning lady not far away was cleaning up with great effort.
After waiting for another 15 minutes, Wang Zibo's hands and feet began to feel cold. It was useless to keep breathing, but he noticed that there were people selling roasted sweet potatoes on the street. He remembered that Chen Hansheng had just coaxed Xiao Yuer with a sweet potato, so he went over and bought one.
The soft and hot sweet potato in his hand really felt much better.
At 2:30, a voice came from behind: "Zibo, I'm so sorry, I got up a little late, how long have you been waiting?"
"It's okay, I just arrived too."
Wang Zibo walked over and said.
"I knew it, how could you be on time at 2 o'clock in such a cold day."
Huang Hui smiled and took off her scarf.
Wang Zibo took out a sweet potato from his pocket: "This is for you."
Huang Hui glanced at it: "How old are you and still eating this? This was used by poor people who couldn't afford to eat in the past."
"It tastes very sweet, soft and sticky."
Wang Zibo argued.
"Then you eat it, anyway, I don't want it, if you really can't, just throw it away."
Huang Hui pulled Wang Zibo: "When I was interviewing yesterday, I saw a Starbucks in front, let's go there and sit down."