The school holiday was coming, so they had to book the train tickets in advance. Yes, they had to book Cong Nianwei's ticket as well.
They had to buy some local specialties for the Spring Festival. They hadn't been home for half a year, so they couldn't go back empty-handed.
The dinner party before the holidays was another sum of money. No matter how he calculated it, he would have to spend a lot of money again. Qin Guan pinched his small wallet. There was still a long way to go.
A few days later, the exam results came out. Without a doubt, all the students in the dormitory had passed the exam. 100% of them had passed the exam, with zero failures.
They went to other dormitories one by one like roosters who had won a fight.
In the end, all of them ended up with bloody noses and swollen faces. They were beaten up quite badly.
Before the holiday, the scholarships were distributed by the school. Four of them got first-class scholarships, and the other two got second-class scholarships.
Lao Da and Lao Wu were very depressed. One of them was busy with the student council, and the other was busy with the dance. However, the other people in the dorm were usually very busy too. How could they get first place?
Qin Guan was also depressed. Both he and Wng Lei had good grades, and they had reached the standard for national scholarships.
After the competition, one of them had to choose the second-class national scholarship.
When the list of national scholarships was distributed, Qin Guan found that Wng Lei and Liu Xiaoyang had both got first-class national scholarships.
Qin Guan looked through the list with a pitiful expression.
Fortunately, there was an incentive prize. The difference between the two prizes was 3,000 yuan.
8,000 yuan for the first prize and 5,000 yuan for the encouragement prize. There was a big gap.
Qin Guan clicked on the computer and saw that the remaining income of the semester was as follows: 5,000 yuan of national scholarship + 1,800 yuan of school scholarship = 6,800 yuan.
That's a lot. I'll use the money I've earned to be extravagant. They were all in high spirits, ready to have a big meal. Where should we go? The Leopard!
The Golden Leopard's buffet was still a very luxurious thing for the students at the beginning of 1999. The price was 168 yuan per person, which made many people flinch.
The six foodies took the bus to the Wangfujing Restaurant, located at 55 Dong 'anmen Street in the Dongcheng District.
The seafood buffet was a novelty among the people of the capital at that time.
As soon as they entered, they were immersed in the dazzling array of dishes.
Japanese sashimi, seafood, Hong Kong-style barbecued pork, Cantonese preserved meat, Chinese hot dishes, French desserts, and Haagen-Dazs ice cream.
To these gluttons, it was not a big deal if they could recoup their losses!
The few of them had brought out the standard and style of this buffet. They had made the luxurious restaurant look simple and crude.
The few of them ate this seafood feast the same way they ate chicken wings in Hollywood. The amount of food each of them consumed was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Of course, they didn't forget to lean against the wall and shake again after the meal to make sure that there was no more space in their stomachs. Only then did the trip to the leopard come to a perfect end.
At that time, they had eaten to their heart's content, but the next day, they were met with retribution ~ The six of them ran to the toilet for the whole day and had diarrhea.
Isn't this nonsense? Who would eat raw and cold seafood mixed with fruits and vegetables, greasy barbecue meat, and countless staple foods and snacks together into their stomachs?
Finally, there was a tub of ice cream. How could they not have diarrhea?
Regarding the final result of this gathering, they also made a deep reflection, summed up their experience, and laid a valuable foundation for the future of Taotie business.
Qin Guan was about to go on a date.
Yes, Qin Guan was going on a date with Cong Nianwei.
Cong Nianwei had already finished her exams, so they had agreed to go home together for the Spring Festival.
Before they went home, they had to buy some gifts. Qin Guan took advantage of the opportunity to propose a date, no, a shopping plan. He decided to impress Cong Nianwei with his rich shopping experience.
Qin Guan had no choice. He had been defeated by her in his studies. He hadn't even entered the world of first-class scholarships yet.
Qin Guan had gotten his ticket back home, so he wanted to bring Cong Nianwei her student ID card and ticket.
Ever since Qin Guan had gotten Cong Nianwei's student ID card, he had put it under his pillow carefully every night before he went to bed.
Qin Guan hoped that he could see his goddess in his dreams every day.
Qin Guan's unusual behavior attracted everyone's attention. They discovered his secret and took out Cong Nianwei's student ID card.
They sighed and patted Qin Guan on the shoulder to comfort him. Dude, no wonder you couldn't win her heart. She's not only a straight-A student, but also a beautiful woman.
Qin Guan, you still have a long way to go in your pursuit of success.
Qin Guan didn't care about his roommates' criticism. They were just jealous of him.
Shopping day. Qin Guan's train would leave the next day, so he had to hurry up and finish his shopping as soon as possible.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei met up at the station. Their first stop was Niu Street.
Niu Street was the largest gathering place for MSL believers in the capital. The Niu Street Worship Temple, which had existed since the Song Dynasty, had gotten its name from there.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei got out of the car and were stunned by the scene on the street. MSL buildings of various sizes were quite exotic.
They had pointed roofs, green bases and yellow edges. Everything was different.
The people walking on the street could clearly tell the difference between the locals of the capital and the merchants of Niu Street. Small white hats were worn on the heads of the passing men, while saris and headscarves were wrapped around the heads of the women.
The shops on both sides of Niu Street were very distinctive. Most of the neighboring shops were century-old and famous.
Takeout snacks and Niu Street snacks formed the main part of the street.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei were not in a hurry. They strolled along the street, buying whatever they saw.
Bai Ji Rice Cake? They had to eat it on the spot.
The cakes would definitely go bad after a 10-hour train ride. Qin Guan asked for two small cubes. The salesman wrapped the bottom of the cakes with two pieces of oiled paper and handed them to Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.
They opened a corner and took a bite. The soft yellow rice cake with sweet and sticky bean paste in the middle and hawthorn strips sprinkled on top formed the soft, sweet and sour taste of Bai Ji Rice Cake.
The two of them swallowed the sticky rice cake contentedly. It was a wonderful thing in life.
There was a long queue in the alley. Qin Guan craned his neck to take a look. It was Bai Ji Halal Deli. Qin Guan could only shake his head.
If it was after 2000, he could buy some as gifts. In 1999, there was not even an empty package. It was also perishable food.
Donglaishun, Lao Piu, Bao Ji Bean Juice and Hong Ji Snacks were all bad. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei walked half a street before they reached their final destination: Dashun Zhai Supermarket.
Dashun Zhai Supermarket was also known as Niu Street Halal Supermarket. It had more than 300 years of history and specialized in Halal pastries. Sugar Fire Cake was the most famous.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei bought sugar fire cake for themselves. They were going to Niu Street Supermarket to buy other things.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei had bought sugar fire cake for themselves. They were going to Niu Street Supermarket to buy other things.
Niu Street Fried Noodles, Halal Preserved Fruit, and Beijing Eight Pieces. The packaging was simple and had a long shelf life, which was quite characteristic of the capital.
They bought a little of everything and divided it up. When they walked out of the supermarket, Qin Guan had two big bags of local specialties in his hands.
It was noon. They had to eat at Hong Ji Snack Bar since they were on Niu Street. The snack bar sold a wide variety of Halal snacks, including sweet and salty ones.
When they found their seats and put down the bags, Qin Guan automatically started ordering: vegetarian meatballs, mixed vegetables soup, beef soup dumplings, sesame tofu and so on. Qin Guan rambled on and on until he remembered that Cong Nianwei was sitting opposite him.
He hurriedly added, "Hey, Cong Nianwei, do you like these? What else do you want to eat? "Brother, it's too late to make up for it.
Cong Nianwei looked at Qin Guan and found it funny. When it came to food, this guy was so useless. She waved her hand at Qin Guan and said, "I don't care. You decide."
Qin Guan was amused. Cong Nianwei was so easy to feed. What should he do?
After they had decided on the menu, Qin Guan went to the cashier and told them the names of a series of dishes. There were two old capital men at the cashier's table. They looked very poor. One of them joked, "Hey, bro, you're doing a crosstalk. You even told us the names of dishes."
Qin Guan was also embarrassed. It was a little too much, wasn't it?
He took the long receipt and pointed at Cong Nianwei. Then he said to the two men, "My partner is waiting there. I'll feed her first."
After saying that, they all burst into laughter. Qin Guan took the food out of the windows one by one and returned to his seat. He was already sweating all over.
Running from one window to another was also a physical task.
The fried tripe was crispy, the mixed vegetables were fragrant, and the meat dumplings were filled with soup.
Only empty plates were left on the table full of snacks. The two of them ate until their bellies were round.
Qin Guan picked up the shopping bags for Cong Nianwei and gestured for her to go ahead. Then they set off for their next destination.
Zhang Yiyuan, a century-old tea house, was famous for its jasmine tea. Qin Guan was going there for that too.
Zhang Yiyuan's main store was located in Dashilan, Qianmen. They bought several kilos of tea leaves and 20 small tea barrels from the shop assistant. Qin Guan took out 10 barrels and gave them to Cong Nianwei.
Cong Nianwei held the small barrels. They were very beautiful. The traditional street scenes of the old capital were printed on the barrels in an elegant ink style. They were perfect gifts for people during the Spring Festival.
At that time, 100 yuan per kilo of good jasmine tea was not bad at all.
It had a pure fragrance and was durable. The leaves were green and the flowers were white. It was a good and cheap gift.
They walked out of the tea house and went to Inner Liansheng to buy two pairs of handmade cloth shoes for their parents.
As rich people who had won scholarships, they had to be extravagant when it came to buying gifts.
Qianxiangyi, Ruifuxiang and Tongren Tang were all time-honored shops in Dashilan. After a round, Qin Guan got two more bags.
Qin Guan was panting from exhaustion, but Cong Nianwei was still full of energy.
It was getting late, and they had almost finished their shopping. Qin Guan suggested to Cong Nianwei carefully, "Cong Nianwei, you've been shopping all day. Shall I take you back to school? Let's pack up. It's time to go home. "
Cong Nianwei turned her head and glared at Qin Guan. Qin Guan felt weak all over, but he was too tired. He could only look back at her with a pitiful expression.
Cong Nianwei was amused by Qin Guan's silly expression. She ran up to him and took the bags from his hands.
Qin Guan felt her fingers brush against his palm. It was soft and numb, as if an electric current had passed through his whole body.
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