Chapter 1036: Chapter 470: Su Shi’s Loyalty Wasn’t Limited to Dongpo Pork_3
Wang Ze didn’t join in, because he was planning to eat with a senior at noon, but this self-sacrificing excuse he came up with was actually pretty decent, reasonable.
"Alright then, just a little bit." Lin Li nodded.
"OK, take a look yourself, what do you want to eat?"
Lin Li: "I’ll have one lamb skewer, but I’ve got a tiny bit of a special request: the first three centimeters of meat at the tip, grill it so the surface is lightly charred to a tiger-skin color, the inside at about medium-rare, the center needs to stay pink and tender, juices locked in but no visible blood.
The next four-centimeter transition section, I want it evenly medium, connective tissue just starting to melt, fat half-rendered, half-not.
The final two centimeters at the tail, cook it to medium-well with a bit of chew, sprinkle chili powder on the surface in the shape of the Big Dipper, and make sure it precisely covers every single cumin seed."
"Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too, give me one like that as well." Bai Bufan nodded.
Wang Ze, already holding a raw lamb skewer, stared at Lin Li and Bai Bufan like he was looking at two idiots.
Facing their innocent expressions, Wang Ze pondered for a long while, then sighed:
"I suddenly kind of miss the old days when I worked at Wallace,* back then customers didn’t even dare fart in front of me, how the hell could I have run into customers like you who talk nothing but fart?"
Lin Li, Bai Bufan: "O.o?"
Wang Ze’s "didn’t even dare fart" probably carried some real authority.
Add another "No restroom inside," and it’d be straight-up invincible.
But then Bai Bufan raised a brow, looking at Lin Li with scholarly curiosity: "Hey, Lin Li, say, if a fly passes through a fart, do you think, for the fly, the feeling would be kind of like us walking past a barbecue stall?"
Hearing that, Lin Li raised his eyebrows in mild surprise, then fell into thought: "You know what, you might be onto something. A fart really is kind of like the aroma released when you’re cooking shit."
Bai Bufan was rather proud of his discovery, nodding smugly: "Right?"
Wang Ze: "(゜▽゜)?"
Watching the back of a stranger who had just walked up to Lin Li and Bai Bufan ready to order, then turned and left immediately after hearing them, disappearing into the crowd, Wang Ze finally broke down and roared:
"Don’t talk about this kind of shit at a barbecue stall, for fuck’s sake!!!"
Not far away, Chen Yu Ying and the other two heard the roar and turned their heads.
And saw Chang Wei beating up Lai Fu.
Mm, no idea what happened, but good thing they didn’t go over.
...
"Attention all students: The New Year’s campus fair will officially end at 11:40.
All classes, please orderly cease business activities, immediately tidy up the venue and equipment, remove all trash, restore the classroom to its original state. The duty teachers will be making rounds for inspection and acceptance. Thank you all for your enthusiastic participation!"
"All..."
At eleven-thirty, the school broadcast came on.
The "three people and one dog," who had more or less walked through everything in the first- and second-year areas, weren’t particularly attached to anything and headed straight back to Class 4, Grade 1’s classroom.
After serving the last batch of customers, the boys started moving the tables and chairs they’d carried out back into the classroom, the girls started cleaning the classroom, then turned all the remaining ingredients into smoothies and oden in one go, put everything on the podium, and whoever wanted some could just help themselves.
"Bufan, did you order delivery yet?" On the way back with a table, Zhou Baowei couldn’t help asking for confirmation.
Because not everyone was ordering, and considering that Bao Wei had no sense of proportion when he ordered food anyway, he didn’t need to place the order.
"I ordered." Bai Bufan nodded.
"What’d you get?" Zhou Baowei’s eyes were devout, full of thirst for knowledge.
If a teacher saw that look in class, they’d feel extremely accomplished.
"Here’s a hint," Bai Bufan snapped his fingers, "it’s something Su Shi loved to eat."
"Dongpo pork?" Zhou Baowei’s eyes lit up.
Solved in a second!
But Bai Bufan just smiled and shook his head: "Not Dongpo pork, it’s another one, even more famous. He even specially wrote an essay that’s been passed down through the ages to commemorate this food."
Zhou Baowei: "Huh? There’s something like that?"
He knew his food.
But after racking his brains, he came up completely blank.
Even the ’Ode to Pork’ that Su Shi wrote for Dongpo pork doesn’t really count as "passed down through the ages."
Let alone something that could be more closely tied to Su Dongpo than Dongpo pork.
"There is." In Bai Bufan’s eyes there was just a hint of contempt for a country bumpkin.
"What is it then, I give up." Zhou Baowei surrendered.
Bai Bufan: "Beef."
"Huh? Why did Su Shi love to eat beef? And he wrote an essay to commemorate it? When? Is this some apocryphal-history version?" Zhou Baowei froze, firing off a string of questions.
Lin Li, who had been silent this whole time, sighed at this moment, looking helplessly at the uncultured Zhou Baowei, and said calmly:
"Bao Wei, we just studied this text in class, and you’ve already forgotten?"
"’Eat Beef’"
"In the autumn of Renxu, the seventh month, on the day after the full moon, Master Su and his guests went boating..."
Zhou Baowei: "(;☉_☉)?"
Brain lag.
*Wallace: a Chinese fast-food fried-chicken chain.
