Thinking of the new martial arts mentioned by Geezer Shi, the upcoming preliminaries, and the fact that he would become one of the pillars of the Martial Arts Club. More importantly, he thought of Yan Zheke, whom he had not seen for the whole winter vacation. It was the first time that Lou Cheng was so eager to start school.
A day without seeing each other felt like three years. How many days and nights had it been?
Even the constant chatting, phone calls, and video calls couldn't compare to having a living girl by his side!
He couldn't wait to buy a ticket and get on the train to Songcheng. But before that, he had to wait for a message and confirm a premise.
"I'm in the dormitory. I'm going to pack now." Yan Zheke sent an emoji. "When did you get on the train? Didn't you book a ticket again? "
Lou Cheng was delighted and answered without hesitation, "Yes, tonight. I'll be there tomorrow morning!"
He knew that Yan Zheke was flying to Songcheng today, so he booked the train ticket for tonight. But in case the plane was delayed or canceled, he was ready to change the ticket at any time. So he didn't tell Yan Zheke that he had booked a ticket.
The action officially started!
The action of bringing Xiushan delicacies to his beloved girl!
While Yan Zheke was packing and cleaning the dormitory, he put in his wallet, grabbed his keys, and left the dormitory in a hurry.
"Hey, Cheng, are you having dinner at home tonight?" His mother, Qi Fang, looked at his back and shouted.
"Yes!" Lou Cheng answered from a distance. He didn't stop and walked to the entrance of the community.
It was three o 'clock in the afternoon. He had to hurry, or the braised quail eggs and steamed beef pies would be gone!
A few minutes later, the online taxi arrived. He opened the door and threw himself in, throwing out a sentence,
"Old Xinhua Bookstore!"
More than 20 minutes later, Lou Cheng finally arrived at the entrance of the old Xinhua Bookstore. Seeing that the stall selling braised quail eggs was still there, he immediately felt relieved. He took a few big strides forward, glanced at it and blurted out,
"I'll buy one!"
It wasn't that he didn't want to bring more, but he had to consider the capacity of the insulated lunch box. Although it was a large one, there were other things, right?
The reason why he had waited until the last moment was to ensure that the food would still be in its best condition when it was delivered to Yan Zheke. It tasted seventy to eighty percent normal.
In order to confirm whether these stores would be open and when they would be sold out, he had checked the time twice and rehearsed the route. If Yan Zheke had arrived in Songcheng two hours later today, he would have changed the ticket to tomorrow night!
The stall owner glanced at him and muttered,
"Young man, only one serving?"
That being said, his hands didn't slow down. He opened the small food bag and filled it to the brim.
Lou Cheng took the money and ran away, stopping a taxi that had been waiting for him. He shouted without panting,
"No.1 Middle School's backdoor!"
This time, he didn't run into a traffic jam. Ten minutes later, he saw the familiar back school gate and snack street. He grabbed the change and walked quickly to the cart selling steamed beef pies.
.. Lou Cheng. Lou.... Lou.......... Lou Cheng's Lou.
. Then he carefully recalled Yan's that........... and emphasized.......
"Don't put green onions!"
"Okay." The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He poured the top four boxes of steamed beef into a basin and skillfully added seasonings.
Looking at his movements, Lou Cheng felt like he was back in high school. During the 10-minute break between classes, the back door was closed. He waited for the students to take the money and wave to the stall owner through the iron bars, shouting how many servings he wanted. He only needed to put on the prison uniform to sing "Tears Behind Bars" loudly.
The steamed beef pies in this shop were not only missed by the graduates of the No.1 Middle School because of its geographical location, but also its taste was rare. He had tried the steamed beef pies in different famous stores in several places. Although he felt that the beef and the steamed beef were both delicious, the meat was always "dead" and not "lively" enough.
He wasn't a gourmet. This was his own intuition. He couldn't use more accurate words to describe it. But the steamed beef pies in this shop were bouncy, fragrant, smooth, and tender. Every small piece seemed to have a life of its own. Cao Lele, who once said she didn't like steamed beef, broke her "rule" and praised it.
According to what he heard, they made the steamed beef with deboned beef. They gave up the appearance of big pieces in exchange for the "lively" taste. The white pies used to hold the beef pies were made with the best ingredients and had a sweet aftertaste. They could whet people's appetite without anything else.
While thinking, Lou Cheng saw the stall owner grab a handful of green onions and shake them down.
Green onions?
He suddenly came back to himself and stared at the stall owner. "Didn't you say you don't want green onions?"
The stall owner was embarrassed. "Sorry, sorry. It was too smooth. You see, I haven't mixed it well. Just a little bit. I'll pick it out."
Lou Cheng was annoyed and amused at the same time.
"Forget it, forget it. Give me these two as well. I'll eat them myself. Also, give me two more that don't need onions. Remember, don't need onions!"
"Okay, okay, okay!" The stall owner was relieved and became more focused. He first gave the two with green onions to Lou Cheng and then mixed the steamed beef pies without green onions.
Lou Cheng stared at the stall owner like a tiger watching its prey, ready to attack if the stall owner put in green onions. He took a bite of the pies and felt the familiar bouncy, tender, and smooth texture in his mouth. It was so delicious that he wanted to cry.
He wolfed down the two pies in a few bites, as if he hadn't eaten them for years. But in fact, he had only eaten four pies when he came for the "exercise" yesterday.
After confirming that there were no green onions, he took out the money and handed it to the stall owner. He grabbed the food bag with the pies and turned to rush out of the snack street. He called for a taxi while walking.
Next destination, Wang's Rice Noodles!
Ten minutes later, he appeared at the door of Wang's Rice Noodles. He looked at the window of the restaurant and saw that the steamer was still there. He was completely relieved.
He was only one step away from the perfect completion of the mission!
Wang's Rice Noodles was originally an imitation of Crossing Bridge Rice Noodles. But after years of operation, they gradually integrated Xiushan characteristics. They boiled the soup base in a clay pot and served the noodles after cooking. The soup was their specialty, with a long aftertaste and both sweetness and freshness.
And the glutinous rice cake was "white and plump". It was tender, smooth, and sweet. Because it was wrapped in Zongzi leaves and steamed, it had a little bit of serenity.
"Two!" Lou Cheng said to the waiter with a smile.
After buying the glutinous rice cake, it was only 4: 10. According to the "exercise", he went straight home by taxi. He sneaked into his room and took out the small vacuum machine and the corresponding bags. He put the steamed beef pies, braised quail eggs, and glutinous rice cakes into different bags, vacuumed them, sealed them, and stuffed them into different layers of the large thermal lunch box he bought.
While doing this, he was still chatting with Yan Zheke and didn't expose his actions.
Seeing that it was still early at 6: 00, he came out and said to Qi Fang,
"Mom, I'm taking the train tonight."
Qi Fang, who was sitting on the sofa and watching TV, suddenly jumped up. "Why are you leaving so suddenly? When I asked you when you would go to school, you always said that it wasn't decided yet. Why are you leaving now? "
"The Martial Arts Club needs special training in advance." Lou Cheng lied a little.
Qi Fang frowned and said, "I said that I would make a big meal for you before you leave. But there are no dishes today. Hey, I'll go to the supermarket."
After saying this, she rushed out of the door without waiting for Lou Cheng's reply.
Looking at his mom's back with guilt, Lou Cheng waited for time to pass. At 5: 45, he called his mom to get in the car and rushed out of the door again.
When he arrived at Old Liu's Barbecue in the old city area, he had just opened the door and was setting up the barbecue rack.
"Take away two eggplants, no scallions!" Lou Cheng emphasized.
"Okay, sit down and wait for a while." Old Liu said with a smile.
After waiting for a while, he saw that Old Liu was about to take the eggplants in and fry them. Lou Cheng couldn't help but remind him again,
"Don't put scallions."
Old Liu laughed and said, "Why are you so long-winded? I remember!"
"Okay, okay." Lou Cheng couldn't help but laugh at himself. But when he saw Old Liu's back disappear at the kitchen door, he subconsciously shouted again,
"Don't put scallions!"
A few minutes later, Old Liu came out with a biodegradable disposable lunch box and said grumpily, "Here, your eggplants are gone! Put them! Scallions! "
"Thank you, thank you." Lou Cheng didn't care. He quickly paid the money and left the place with light steps.
When he got home, while his mom was cooking in the kitchen, he put the eggplants together with the seasonings and oil into the corresponding bag, vacuumed it, sealed it, and put it in the bottom layer of the insulated lunch box.
After closing the lunch box, he exhaled and his face was full of joy.
Double protection, there should be no problem!
Besides, he was taking the train tonight and would arrive at 6 o 'clock tomorrow morning. After one night, there might still be some heat left!
…
At around 10 o 'clock at night, carrying his luggage and the disguised insulated lunch box, he said goodbye to his mom and dad and started his journey again. He took the black car to the train station.
After waiting for an hour, Yan Zheke had already fallen asleep. Finally, the train arrived and he found his seat.
After stuffing his backpack into the luggage rack, he looked at the insulated lunch box in his hand and felt that it wasn't safe to put it on. What if it shook off?
If he put it on the small table, he wouldn't be in the innermost position. It would be inconvenient for others to come in and out, and it would disturb his sleep.
After thinking carefully, he held the insulated lunch box in his arms, adjusted the seat, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
Yan Zheke would be surprised to see this, wouldn't she?
Would she be moved?
Although the Spring Festival cost a lot, with the New Year's money given by relatives and my original savings, I still have more than 16,000 yuan. It's enough for a private date …
Sigh, after the preliminaries, plus the schedule of classes, I have very little time to date every week …
But I can be Yan Zheke's training partner, hehe …
I wonder how far away I am from Lin Que now …
In his imagination, in his expectation, in his anxiety, and in his worry, Lou Cheng held the large lunch box tightly and slowly fell asleep. The last clear thought in his mind was:
Songcheng, I'm here again!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
