It was quiet in the dormitory, and Xia Zhaoyao was the only one left.
The dormitory of Huaijiang University has a bed and a table, so the upper bunk must be as tall as one person.
People often say that when luck gets bad, bad things happen one after another.
Now, Xia Zhaoyao clearly realized this.
Spider-web-like cracks continue to extend down the screen in the upper right corner of the phone.
It's obviously a music phone that focuses on sound quality, but now it can't produce any sound at all.
It must be painful...
Xia Zhaoyao was fiddling with his phone and gently rubbing his ankle with one hand.
I was too hasty when I jumped out of bed just now, and I think I accidentally twisted my right foot.
Dang Dang Dang——
A broadcast sounded like a bell ringing from outside the balcony.
This is the hourly report from Huaijiang University. It is said to be a rule that has been passed down from a long time ago.
Every six hours, the Huaijiang campus will echo with such melodious bells.
On the hour, six hours...
Xia Zhaoyao raised his head and looked at the dim sky outside the window.
Oops! Class dinner!
Xia Zhaoyao hurriedly lit up the screen of his mobile phone - it flickered and barely displayed the content.
Sure enough, as soon as I pulled up 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 history and saw that Qin Shuo would call her later in the afternoon.
None of my own Information Committee members are as annoying as this guy.
Dinner notification?
Xia Zhaoyao ignored the missed call and focused on the text message with only the beginning.
In this era, the only personal text messages you will receive are probably notifications from the Information Committee, right?
[Hello, I am Zhu, the information committee member of Level 22...]
Not surprisingly, the content of the text message was Zhu Houbai's self-introduction.
The remaining messages are information about tonight's dinner party, the opening ceremony tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and the arrangement of the textbook collection process.
[Dinner notification: Niushan Old Hotpot, 6:30 pm. Specific address...]
[Opening ceremony time and gathering place...]
[Arrangement of teaching material collection locations...]
Um……
It has to be said that the layout of the beginning of such an important thing as Zhu Houbai saved her a lot of effort.
Even if he only read the beginning, Xia Zhaoyao could roughly guess what the follow-up content would be.
Xia Zhaoyao looked at the screen time, it was six thirty.
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 Xiaobeifeng, and Niushan Old Hotpot is outside the school gate.
Even if you take a campus sightseeing bus, it will take at least a quarter of an hour to get there.
It would be so embarrassing to be late for the first class dinner.
…………
Niushan Old Hotpot, stairs leading to the second floor.
The mellow and attractive butter aroma of the old hot pot floats in the air on the stairs.
However, Xia Zhaoyao was not in high spirits. She just had a meal here four hours ago.
"Let's try the mandarin duck tonight, I didn't have any at noon -"
Xia Zhaoyao muttered to himself.
All the way up the stairs, noisy voices could be heard from above.
A dinner party with more than fifty people is much noisier and more chaotic than a class meeting.
Qin Shuo and Sun Lingyi moved back and forth like butterflies in flowers, sorting the students gathered at the door to various tables.
Various taboos and dietary preferences are the most basic classification labels: a table for drinking, a table for spicy food, a table for not eating offal...
Qin Shuo freely coordinated the arrangements of the entire audience, like the host hosting a banquet.
"I didn't expect this Zhaishuo to look decent—"
Xia Zhaoyao's eyes fell on Qin Shuo and he murmured softly.
The seats on the second floor are almost full, and most of the girls and boys sit on opposite sides of the table.
Of course, there were also a few boys who looked "very good at playing" and sat next to the girls, bragging excitedly.
Xia Zhaoyao vaguely heard one of them suggesting: "Hey, how about we go to KTV to sing together later?"
Huan Tang Wanshiwu summarizes the "hunting" routines of various types of boys and girls.
Although she hasn't fully understood it yet, some basic speaking skills and performances can still be seen.
At another table, a group of enthusiastic students gathered around Zhang Xiaotian, as lively as if they were old friends reunited after a long absence.
"Hey, are you trying to create a second impression?"
Xia Zhaoyao raised his eyebrows and vomited silently in his heart.
After all, in addition to the squad leader and information committee member, there are also many vacant class cadre positions.
Class dinners, after all, should be more about eating...
Xia Zhaoyao thought this way, but unfortunately most people care more about socializing.
——Or maybe she is the one who is abnormal?
Xia Zhaoyao looked around at the men and women who were trying to find topics to talk about. He didn't want to go to any table and wandered around the edge of the tables and chairs.
Unknowingly, Xia Zhao wandered to the far corner of the hall on the second floor, next to the big table near the toilet.
Compared with the other lively and harmonious square tables, this side has a feeling of tension.
"If you ask me, half the bottom of the pot with mushrooms and half with red soup is enough."
"Everything except mushrooms will do. Let's change it."
"Yuanyang? Then you go to the next table."
"Would you like some rice? Fried rice with eggs?"
"The way to eat hot pot with egg fried rice is too weird, I can't put it down——"
There were obviously seats for eight people, but now only six people were seated, and there were even a few chairs added to the table next to it.
The proximity to the toilet may be one of the reasons, but the more reason may be...
"Okay, okay, anyway, we have to order the pot first, right?"
Sun Lingyi rubbed her temples with a headache and looked at the people at the table helplessly.
It’s difficult to classify what everyone agrees on, and it’s easy to categorize the taboo foods for most people, but there are always some niche categories.
Qin Shuo's approach was to divide everything into others, and the coordination of this table of "others" now fell to Sun Lingyi.
"Then red soup or mandarin duck, let's have a new vote?"
"It makes no sense, it's still three to three anyway——"
"Well……"
Sun Lingyi turned her head and her eyes fell on Xia Zhaoyao who was wandering around.
"Shake! You came just in time, there is room here - your Yancheng taste is light, right?"
"What's the bottom line? What's so special about a hot pot..."
"I--"
Xia Zhaoyao was stunned and nodded in response.
"In Huaijiang, Yuanyang Hotpot is the highest hospitality etiquette."
Of course, the mandarin duck pot is more in line with the taste, which is what she originally thought.
However, Xia Zhaoyao didn't know why, but her answer changed unexpectedly:
"However, I suggest that you still eat Jiugongge in this restaurant - the old hot pot is a Huaijiang specialty, and the Yuanyang hot pot is somewhat lacking in flavor."
"Nine-square grid? What is that?"
“Huaijiang Jiugongge Hotpot, an authentic old hotpot, with three layers of Jiugongge.”
Xia Zhaoyao's mind recalled the somewhat regretful look on his boss's face when he was giving them live lessons at noon.
"The authentic Huaijiang butter hot pot must be paired with a nine-square grid. Different grids control different temperatures and different butter concentrations."
"Cut different ingredients into different thicknesses, shapes, slices, hob cuts, strips... and blanch them in different grids to get different tastes."
"This is the ultimate secret of Huaijiang hot pot and the most soulful cooking method of Huaijiang hot pot."
"..."
Sun Lingyi was stunned, looking up and down at Xia Zhaoyao in confusion.
"Aren't you...from Yancheng? How--"
"Well, I understand a little bit."
Xia Zhaoyao opened his index finger and thumb slightly and made careful gestures.