aircannonsinc Chapter 85 Avoiding the Storm
Chapter 85 Avoiding the Storm
Chapter 85 Avoiding the Storm
"Three hundred? We won't need that many." Hu Yi roughly calculated the cost in his mind: "Two hundred will be enough."
"No, you cook for all of us, so you have to pay more." Omar shoved the money into Hu Yi's hand without further ado: "Then I'll leave it to you."
"Alright! I'll add a few extra ingredients today and make you a deluxe version!" Hu Yi smiled and said, "Go and get a few plates."
Omar went out and downstairs. Hu Yi went inside, put down his backpack, smoked a cigarette, and was about to go downstairs to buy things to start work when he saw Li Baoqing peek out from the doorway: "Old Hu?"
"What the hell? Where have you been? Didn't we agree to play ball?"
"Don't even mention it," Li Baoqing said with a gloomy expression. "We didn't get to play ball; instead, we got into a fight."
"You got into a fight?!" Hu Yi asked curiously. "With whom? And why?"
"A few Mongolians." Li Baoqing pointed behind him sullenly, "It's all this kid's fault." Hu Yi looked in the direction he was pointing and saw Wang Shen standing timidly in the corridor, his hair disheveled and his face full of dejection.
"How can you blame me?" Wang Shen said indignantly, head hanging low. "I didn't do it on purpose."
Wang Shen also played with everyone at the court in the afternoon. His skills were mediocre, with large movements and slow frequency, but he liked to make some exaggerated and impractical feints. He also learned a few dirty tricks from the experienced players, making him particularly annoying on the court.
Wang Shen was assigned to defend a Mongolian player, but he couldn't keep up with the opponent's movements, so he had to resort to dirty tricks. He would either secretly tug at the player's clothes when he went for a layup or gently push his hip after the player jumped.
These actions were "dirty" and, strictly speaking, quite dangerous. After a while, the Mongols got angry, their eyes gradually filled with hostility, and they would occasionally have unnecessary physical collisions with Wang Shen.
Wang Shen, however, remained nonchalant and dismissive, feeling quite pleased with himself for successfully provoking his opponent's agitation. He stood outside the three-point line with the ball, swaying his upper body left and right, making several particularly convincing fake moves. Seeing that his opponent stared at him coldly and unmoved, he grew slightly bored and decided to dribble past his defense.
Before breaking through, he made a feint, holding the ball with both hands and quickly gesturing towards the opponent's face. Unexpectedly, at that moment, the Mongolian suddenly lunged forward to steal the ball from him. Wang Shen panicked, and the basketball slipped from his grasp, slamming squarely into the opponent's nose.
The Mongol screamed in pain and fell to the ground. He was dazed for a while before his companions helped him up. When he saw Wang Shen standing in front of him with a smug smile, he assumed that Wang Shen was deliberately picking a fight. He then rushed up to Wang Shen in a fit of rage, grabbed his clothes, and questioned him loudly.
Wang Shen was naturally unwilling to suffer a loss. The two first cursed each other, then pushed and shoved each other a few times before starting a fight. Several Mongolians came over to help, and Li Baoqing and others hurriedly stepped forward to mediate, but they were also unwittingly drawn into the battle.
There were fewer Mongolians on the field, so they inevitably suffered some minor setbacks. After a brief melee, the two sides were separated by the people who tried to break it up. Li Baoqing and others pulled Wang Shen away, but Wang Shen continued to spit and curse, his attitude extremely arrogant.
The Mongolians were both angry and frustrated. Seeing that they couldn't gain the upper hand, they all pulled out their phones and started making calls. Li Baoqing had hit two Mongolians a little too hard, leaving them with bruises on their faces. Turning around, he saw them angrily yelling into their phones, as if calling for revenge. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He didn't dare stand by the roadside waiting for the bus. Instead, he followed Wang Shen back to Building 10, wanting to avoid the commotion in his room.
In fact, Li Baoqing moved out of the school right after graduating from preparatory school and rarely appeared in the dormitory area, so the Mongolians on the basketball court didn't know him. But they often saw Wang Shen going in and out of Sixth Brother's Chinese restaurant, and knew that he had a close relationship with the restaurant, so they gathered a large group of people and rushed into the restaurant to look for him.
Hu Yi listened to their brief account of what had happened and then pursed his lips in exasperation. He had also been involved in a brawl on the basketball court during high school, although it was only two or three years ago, but now he felt it was incredibly childish and laughable.
He frowned at Wang Shen and said, "Did you know that the Mongolians went to Sixth Brother's restaurant to look for you and smashed everything in there?"
"I know, my friends at the shop called me." Wang Shen's eyelids drooped, and he looked dejected. "They said the Mongolians are still looking for me everywhere, so—cough."
"He was afraid the Mongols would find his dorm, so I brought him here to hide for a while." Li Baoqing glared at Wang Shen and scolded, "Look at your cowardice, your character! Weren't you so capable on the court just now? You were so timid, all puffed up like you were crawling with maggots, and you even hit someone in the face with the ball. If I were a Mongol, I would have beaten you up too!"
"I didn't do it on purpose!" Wang Shen said, feeling extremely wronged. "That was a feint!"
"Fake my foot! It's not fake at all!" Li Baoqing scolded him a few times, then turned to Hu Yi: "So, Lao Hu, can we let him in for a while?"
"Come in, even if you don't want him in, you have to come in, right?" Hu Yi invited the two into the house, then turned around and smiled, "You've come at just the right time. You can help me cook."
"Cooking? That's easy!" Li Baoqing replied casually. "I've been cooking for Dali every day these days, and my skills have improved a lot. I'll show you—what should we eat?"
"Don't rush to eat, I just got a big job." Hu Yi looked at him with feigned profundity: "The prince of Morocco next door personally requested me to cook a signature dish for his state banquet."
"What? A state banquet? And a royal banquet at that?" Li Baoqing asked with disdain. "What are your signature dishes?"
"Spicy instant noodles! You come and help me." Hu Yi laughed and took out two hundred rubles, saying to Wang Shen, "Don't just sit around, go to the store on the first floor and buy me some things."
Wang Shen didn't answer, but instead twisted his body with his hands behind his back, saying hesitantly, "I—I think I'll just stay home. What if I run into some Mongols?"
"You little rascal, there are security guards downstairs. They can't possibly take you down, can they?" Hu Yi rolled his eyes at him, took the elevator downstairs and bought a big bag of instant noodles, onions and eggs. After thinking for a moment, he also grabbed a bag of frozen mixed vegetable pieces as an extra side dish for his "deluxe version of fried noodles".
After working with Li Baoqing in the kitchen for almost half an hour, Hu Yi cooked six servings of instant noodles and delivered them to Omar and his friends' gathering room. Seeing that there were still quite a few ingredients left, he simply cooked a few more servings and went back to the room to call Wang Shen and Han Shangyun to have dinner together.
Han Shangyun was delighted. He took a plate of kimchi from the refrigerator and placed it on the table. The four of them buried their heads and slurped down a few mouthfuls of noodles. Hu Yi looked at Han Shangyun with a smile: "How is it, Cangweng? Is it delicious?"