Chapter 124 Shabu-shabu
Luo Yang has been sitting in a state-owned restaurant near the school waiting for half an hour. He is alone today.
In fact, he wanted to find Song Yuanchao a few days ago, but he had never made up his mind. Today, he finally decided to ask Song Yuanchao out for a chat under the pretext of having a meal, but who would have thought that this guy disappeared in the blink of an eye after class. Luo Yang went to the dormitory but couldn't find him. In desperation, he happened to run into Li Xiaoyun who was going to the library on campus.
Facing Li Xiaoyun, Luo Yang was actually a little scared. After all, the impression Li Xiaoyun left on him last time was too deep. From childhood to adulthood, he had never suffered any loss at the hands of that girl. Li Xiaoyun could be said to be the first and only one.
Originally, Luo Yang didn't want to trouble Li Xiaoyun. Who knows what this girl would do to him when she saw him? But this matter has been delayed for several days. Luo Yang was a little anxious. He had no choice but to ask Li Xiaoyun for help, and was ready to mock Li Xiaoyun.
Who would have thought that Li Xiaoyun today was different from what Luo Yang had imagined. When Luo Yang told Li Xiaoyun that he had something urgent to do with Song Yuanchao but couldn't find him, Li Xiaoyun agreed readily without thinking much and asked Luo Yang to wait at the hotel first.
Li Xiaoyun's attitude surprised Luo Yang and also changed his perception of her. For some reason, on the way to the restaurant, Luo Yang suddenly felt that Li Xiaoyun was a good girl. Although she was outspoken, she was helpful and much better than other pretentious girls.
When they arrived at the hotel, Luo Yang asked for a private room, sat inside, smoking a cigarette and quietly waiting for Song Yuanchao, while thinking about his own things.
Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye, more than half an hour had passed, but Song Yuanchao was still nowhere to be seen. Just when Luo Yang was wondering if he had been fooled by Li Xiaoyun, and this girl had deliberately agreed to his request but then stood him up, the door curtain was lifted, and he looked up to see Song Yuanchao.
He stood up subconsciously. As the host, Luo Yang should have greeted Song Yuanchao warmly, but for a moment Luo Yang didn't know how to start.
"Sorry, I just came back and saw Xiaoyun. She said you were looking for me." Song Yuanchao smiled and greeted Luo Yang: "I was out for some things earlier. You are really something. If you have something to talk to me about, you should have told me earlier. If I hadn't come back earlier, you would have waited for nothing today."
As he spoke, Song Yuanchao sat down next to Luo Yang, unceremoniously took the cigarette Luo Yang had placed on the table, took out a cigarette and lit it, then looked at the empty table and asked, "Haven't you ordered yet? By the way, what are you treating me to today?"
I don't know what happened, but Luo Yang, who was still thinking about how to talk to Song Yuanchao, looked at Song Yuanchao's carefree attitude and the attitude of not treating himself as an outsider. The scene of the last time in Dashilan emerged in his mind, and he suddenly felt very angry.
"It hasn't been decided yet. Aren't we waiting for you to come?" Luo Yang said indifferently.
"You are so mean. You called me here without even thinking about what to eat. I was planning to start eating right after we got here. It's already late. I'm really hungry." Song Yuanchao said as he stood up and walked out. After a while, he came back and said, "Okay, I asked. The shabu-shabu here is pretty good. Let's have this today. Do you want to drink? A bottle of Erguotou?"
Luo Yang discovered that Song Yuanchao seemed to have a hobby of stealing the show, it was during the class committee election, it was last time in Dazhalan, and it was again today.
He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute, but when the words came to his lips, he remembered the purpose of meeting Song Yuanchao today. He swallowed the words back for a moment, smiled bitterly and nodded.
It was already autumn, and as the weather got colder, it was customary for the old Yanjing people to eat mutton hotpot. And mutton hotpot was also a specialty in Yanjing, and no one disliked it. Song Yuanchao directly ordered two kilograms of mutton and some Chinese cabbage, potato chips, etc., filling the table, opened a bottle of Erguotou, filled it for himself and Luo Yang respectively, raised the wine glass and clinked glasses to drink, then put down the wine glass without saying a word, rolled up his sleeves and started eating.
Seeing Song Yuanchao starting to sweep away everything in his path, Luo Yang was not willing to fall behind. He had seen how strong Song Yuanchao's fighting ability was in Dazhalan. Today, there were only two of them. If Song Yuanchao ate one more bite of meat, he would have to eat one less bite. Wouldn't that be a disadvantage?
Besides, people nowadays have big appetites. Let alone just two kilograms of mutton, even if there was another kilogram, it might not be enough for the two of them.
Here's a funny thing. In the early 1980s, Lao Ma, a collector, and Lao Wang, a cultural figure, took a few friends to eat mutton hotpot. As soon as they entered the restaurant, they ordered 20 kilograms of mutton, which shocked the restaurant clerk. What was even more surprising was that they actually finished all the 20 kilograms of mutton. Not only that, they also drank a lot of wine, which was enough to show their terrifying appetite.
Although this state-owned restaurant is ordinary and not as famous as Donglaishun, the handmade mutton slices are made with excellent craftsmanship, and each slice is cut as thin as a cicada's wing. In addition, charcoal is burning under the old-fashioned copper pot, and there is steaming hot soup in the pot. Use chopsticks to lightly brush the soup, then dip it in the sauce and put it in your mouth. There is no smell of mutton, only the delicious taste of mutton.
Song Yuanchao had eaten a lot of mutton hotpot in his later life, whether it was the mutton hotpot in old Yanjing, Sichuan Province, or the hotpot in the south, etc., but none of them could compare to the simple mutton hotpot today.
Maybe it was due to the times or the different ingredients, but Song Yuanchao ate with great relish. In a blink of an eye, the whole pot of mutton was cleared up by the two of them, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"Come, have a drink!" Picking up the wine glass beside him, Song Yuanchao gestured to Luo Yang with a smile.
Luo Yang swallowed the mutton in his mouth hard, and also raised his wine glass and clinked it with Song Yuanchao.
"Hiss... You have to drink this kind of Erguotou when eating Lao Yanjing's mutton hotpot . It's so powerful!" After taking a big sip, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but sigh.
"It's a must!" Speaking of the traditions of old Yanjing, Luo Yang, as a Yanjing native, naturally has a sense of pride. In his opinion, is there a better place in the world than Yanjing? In fact, this is similar to the feeling of Shanghai people. In the eyes of Shanghai people, there is probably no better place in the world than Shanghai.
People are like this. No matter how good it is, it can't be better than their hometown, even if it's Song Yuanchao or Luo Yang. After eating a plate of mutton and drinking two glasses of wine, the two of them gradually opened up the topic.
"By the way, what's the urgent matter that requires you to look me in for so long today?" Song Yuanchao picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he asked Luo Yang beside him.
"It's nothing, actually ..." Luo Yang said subconsciously, and then continued: "It's about my friend's store last time. I talked to him about what you said during dinner last time. He thought it made sense. He has been thinking about it these days, but he is still unsure about some things, so he asked me to ask you."
"Oh, about this." Song Yuanchao smiled and glanced at Luo Yang meaningfully. Then he picked up another piece of mutton and threw it into the pot, scooping it up with the chopsticks: "It's just a small matter. You can just come to me at school. Why do you have to treat me to such a meal? What's the relationship between you and me? Do you have to be so polite to me? Let's not talk about Yan Zi, let's talk about your sister. For your sister's sake, I have to help you with anything!"
"You..." Luo Yang's face suddenly turned dark. This Song Yuanchao was so shameless. He had only said a few words and he brought up his sister again.
