GBP Chapter 94 Qiu Rongmu, the newcomer, went to eat spicy hot pot with butter.
Chapter 94 Qiu Rongmu, the newcomer, went to eat spicy hot pot with butter.
This Zhen Xiaosi, her dad drives her to school, but she just isn't interested in the bread her mom gives her that contains preservatives.
She planned to go hungry until lunch break, then sneak over the school wall and go out for a big meal.
Zhen Xiaosi never expected that there would be another surprise at school today. Qiu Rongmu, her brother, had become a new classmate and transferred to their class. He was even the biology class representative!
When the new student was called into the classroom by the homeroom teacher, Xiao Si was stunned. The teacher was introducing him: "This is Qiu Rongmu, everyone welcome him!"
At that moment, Xiao Si noticed an empty seat to its right.
Xiao Si quickly pinched herself hard, feeling like the wires in her head had short-circuited!
—Is this really Qiu Rongmu, the second little rascal?! Wasn't this blockhead brother working for Ninth Master in the Tang Dynasty? How did he end up in my class?! How did he become a transfer student in our class?!
Qiu Rongmu exchanged brief greetings with the class and even wrote his name on the blackboard, though they were homophones.
Xiao Si basically couldn't hear anything—her eyes were like locks, staring intently at him, practically able to see a hole through the back of Qiu Rongmu, who had already returned to his seat.
She dared not blink, afraid of missing any detail.
At this moment, Qiu Rongmu suddenly turned around, glanced over, and gave her a big, flirtatious wink!
That gaze was absolutely mesmerizing; Xiao Si's heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She felt like a trapped rabbit, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump off the operating table—she immediately told herself silently, "I can't faint on the spot, I can't faint on the spot..."
Xiao Si pinched herself hard again, wondering if she was dreaming. Wasn't this Qiu Rongmu, the second Xiao Nangjun?! Why was he flirting with her? Didn't the other classmates see?!
get out of class is finally over.
Qiu Rongmu walked over, smiling, and said, "Hello, 'It's hilarious' classmate."
"Hello, Wood, oh no, Qiu Rongmu, my name is Zhen Xiaosi, not Xiaosi!" Xiaosi corrected herself a little awkwardly.
Qiu Rongmu: "Little Si, I'm your wooden brother."
"What? How did you get here? And why did you change your name?"
"You're not called Li Mingda anymore, you're called Zhen Xiaosi now?"
"That's my dad's fault!"
Qiu Rongmu: "Oh dear, it's a long story, and this matter is quite mysterious. Come on, I'll treat you to lunch and tell you all about it."
Little Si said furtively, "The school doesn't allow us to eat out at noon, but I have a way. There's a really delicious place. Come with me, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Si Zi helped Qiu Rongmu climb over the wall, and Si Zi mocked him, "You call yourself a boy? You're so clumsy."
As they walked, they came to a small alley where there was an inconspicuous hot pot restaurant. Although the store was simple, a rich aroma always wafted out.
Sunlight streamed through the hazy air onto the street, and the sign of the mala tang restaurant read "Sixth Sense Butter Mala Tang".
The owner is a middle-aged woman wearing a T-shirt that says "Spicy Life" and standing in the semi-open kitchen with a big smile, constantly turning the blanched vegetables and chili sauce in her hands.
Xiao Si raised his chin and pointed to the alley in front of him: "Look, this is the place—'Eight Thousand Mile Black Wind Cave'! How about that? Isn't the name imposing?"
Autumn Banyan Tree said, "What kind of name is this? Is it clean? Is it infamous? Does it have a bit of a bad reputation?"
Zhen Xiaosi looked disgusted. "Ugh~ Brother Wood's voice is not as pleasant as Brother Zi'an's!! What bad reputation? This is called full charisma. I gave him this nickname! The landlady is thanking me so much. Business is booming now."
Xiao Si continued to explain, "Mainly because this alley is gloomy, just like the town I traveled to in my dream, and the nearby Grand Canyon!! So, that's how this nickname came about! Isn't it apt?"
As she spoke, she puffed out her chest smugly, as if the name was linked to her achievements in time travel.
The driver next to me was looking down, chewing on his spicy hot pot while muttering to himself:
"Oh my, you guys don't know, do you? Everyone who walks into this alley and eats this spicy hot pot with beef tallow is bound to be happy! And their luck is incredible. Look at the huge orders I got this afternoon, they're all super big orders, tsk tsk, I'm so lucky!"
As he spoke, he began chewing on a spicy beef tripe, his eyes narrowing into slits with bliss, looking as if "this spicy hot pot has given me a second spring," as if it not only filled his stomach but also gave him a life-changing boost!
Little Si blinked her big eyes, looking around for a seat. Hey, the whole room was full of workers eating; there wasn't even a place to stand! She couldn't help but think, "Wow, this 'Black Wind Cave' is so full of life! Could this be the legendary 'magical food'?!"
Qiu Rongmu casually interjected, his voice drawn out as if he had just traveled from the Tang Dynasty: "I just came from the Tang Dynasty. What's the difference between this mala tang and hot pot?"
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes and smiled like a silly boy who had just discovered a new continent, his eyes filled with a touch of innocence and curiosity, as if this modern food had been brought back from outer space.
Xiao Si was busy putting various side dishes into the basket with her head down, her mouth still open: "It's a bit like the hot pot we had with Zi An last time, wasn't that more than a thousand years ago?"
As she picked up food, she chattered on and on, acting like a master chef giving Mu-ge a live-streamed tutorial on "how to order mala tang (spicy hot pot)".
The driver, who had finished his meal, shook his head upon hearing this, glanced at Qiu Rongmu, and couldn't help but sigh, "Kids these days, they're all eating some kind of high-tech food. They can even confuse hot pot with mala tang. And their language... there's a generation gap. I can't understand them. You modern kids can treat eating hot pot like a history lesson."
While explaining non-stop, Zhen Xiaosi hurriedly placed a large bowl of steaming hot and spicy beef tallow hot pot in the middle of the table. It was steaming hot and smelled spicy, and the "hell mode" of a half-grown boy eating his father to death was about to begin.
"This restaurant has a wide variety of meat dishes, including meatballs, tripe, fatty beef, squid rings, fish tofu, shrimp balls, crispy sausages, shrimp dumplings, quail eggs, crab sticks, beef tripe, and fried eggs."
Zhen Xiaosi absolutely adores these things!
"As for the vegetarian dishes, there are my favorite lotus root slices, fried tofu skin, lettuce, yam, pumpkin, taro, seafood mushrooms, and shiitake mushrooms. That's all."
"That's all?? We didn't skimp on anything. Can we finish this?" Qiu Rongmu swallowed hard.
"Don't people usually not eat white rice when eating hot pot?" Qiu Rongmu tilted his head and asked with a bewildered look, his tone carrying a hint of innocence, as if to say, "I just transmigrated and don't know anything."
"Hey, you don't understand! 'You can choose meat and vegetables for spicy hot pot, and the rice is fragrant and filling! This is the latest trend, it's incredibly delicious, you should try it. Tired from just time-traveling, right?'"
Zhen Xiaosi said, "Even if you can eat your fill for an extra 2 yuan on rice, people still prefer to order some staple food to go with it, such as cheese rice cake, crispy pork, instant noodles, and wide rice noodles. That's what makes it so satisfying!"
"However, the hot pot back then wasn't as flavorful as the mala tang we have now!" she said, chewing on a large piece of mala tang, her face showing an expression of "this is life," as if every bite was a taste of happiness.
Xiao Si turned around to grab two bottles of Hongbaolai soda, flicking her wrist: "Try this, it's super delicious! Refreshing!"
Qiu Rongmu simply grunted an "oh," then, without even looking up, began to devour her spicy hot pot and rice...
He kept stirring the dishes in the large bowl with his chopsticks, taking bite after bite, as if spicy hot pot and rice were the most important things in his life.
Qiu Rongmu ignored the bottle of soda, completely immersed in the world of spicy hot pot. His chopsticks paused, but his mouth didn't stop: "Mmm, it's pretty good!" He ate in big mouthfuls, as if each bite could last forever. His chopsticks seemed to be in an endless "stir-fry mode," picking up a piece of tripe, a crispy sausage, or a potato slice in a flash.
The rice seemed to "fly" in his small bowl, a large clump of rice being scooped into the bowl, paired with a generous amount of spicy hot pot ingredients.
The two of them ate and drank to their hearts' content, and were both starting to feel like burping.
Watching Qiu Rongmu eat the spicy hot pot with such an "unwavering" expression, she couldn't help but laugh: "You're enjoying this even more than I am! You're adapting very quickly!"
Inside the small shop, the aroma of chili peppers and spices gradually faded, leaving behind the magical taste of a thousand-year-old friendship!