MMB Chapter 187 Hot Pot
Chapter 187 Hot Pot
Sitting next to him were Wan Xingyan and Chen Ang, they sat around a small table.
Because the weather was too cold and the room was very hot, there was a layer of moisture on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and water droplets kept sliding down, creating lines like tears.
In the whole restaurant, there is a kind of aroma that makes the index finger move, and there is also a spicy taste!
This is a Chinese hot pot restaurant, which is standard in winter.
In the distant hometown, in almost every city, there will be hot pot restaurants opening all over the streets in winter, and the taste will accompany the appearance and departure of countless people.
Jiang Cheng deliberately asked Gu Qingwan to find such a shop opened by a Chinese in an unfamiliar street, the purpose is to taste the taste of his hometown.
Gold medal assistants are used to do this kind of thing, which is somewhat overkill.
As a member of such a grand plan of cosmic docking, Wan Xingyan and the others usually want to eat Chinese food, of course it is very simple, but how can I put it, the chef from the beautiful country is not the essence, Jiang Cheng and the others always feel that there is little food when they eat something.
So, now that the program is over, there is finally a breathing space.
They met and came to this hot pot restaurant.
The table is very small and the space is very compact. The three of them are superior and subordinate in scientific research, but they are friends at the moment. They are talking and laughing, and Jiang Cheng has no airs, as he mentioned the sentence just now.
He said it to Chen Ang.
"There is a difference between people. This plan lasted for two months, but I felt more tired than any previous experience. When I went back to the dormitory, I really fell asleep on the bed. I don't know where you are, Jiang Cheng. Great energy." Chen Ang sighed, put his hands behind the chair, crossed his fingers, and his face was a little lazy.
"You are still young, and the dean is only old. I am thirty, you are forty, and you are in the middle of your life."
"It's not good to be old!" Wan Xingyan and Chen Ang sighed with emotion.
Back when they were in college, they spent the whole night doing research, and they didn't know they were tired at all, but now they are tired from standing all morning.
The tightness of these two or three months is really a challenge for them.
While talking, the waiter brought up the soup base. Since the three of them had different tastes, they ordered a mandarin duck pot.
When the microwave oven placed on the table starts to heat up, there are hot peppers, Chinese prickly ash, and red goji berries floating on the fiery red soup, while the other side is the snow-white mushroom soup with a unique aroma.
Just as the temperature rises, the spiciness begins to permeate the air, and Jiang Cheng and the others have also smelled the smell that belongs to their hometown for a long time.
It's strange to say that they are wandering outside, but this familiar taste seems to be in their hometown.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little sad, this was something that had never appeared in his hard heart before, it was missing.
He is homesick.
What is Luo Xiaoli doing now? I am far away from her, and I don't know when I can go back.
Although he doesn't believe in fatalism, Jiang Cheng knows that his existence has a different meaning to this world. When necessary, he needs to abandon some emotions to complete his great cause.
Struggling for the cause you love is probably the unique romance of men.
The waiter walked over pushing the cart, and she asked, "Should I put it on the table first or take it by yourself, will it take up space?" Because the table is relatively small, and there are a lot of ingredients ordered, it will not fit all on it.
Jiang Cheng said, "Let's put it away first, we can take it ourselves."
When they first entered the door, they were wearing masks, but the waiter didn't recognize them. When ordering, Jiang Cheng turned his face sideways, but the waitress girl didn't look carefully.
But at this moment, she suddenly felt that Jiang Cheng was a little familiar. After carefully identifying him for a while, she found that he was the world-famous scientific research leader who appeared on the big screen in Times Square a few days ago, and the service girl was stunned for an instant.
"You... aren't you that??" She was about to cry out in surprise.
"Shh..." He put his hand over his mouth and made a silent gesture, afraid of attracting the attention of the people in other private rooms, and the scene would probably develop in an unpredictable direction by then.
Jiang Cheng continued, "Let's just have a meal and leave after eating. Keep quiet." His attitude was very gentle.
When the service girl saw the characters that only existed in legends and on TV, she was in a daze for several seconds before she came to her senses, and then nodded heavily.
Seeing the kindness of Chinese people in a foreign country, and even saying that Jiang Cheng is the pride of China, she became more and more excited.
After the service girl walked out, Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the ingredients and poured them into the boiling hot pot. The hot pot completely whetted his appetite.
There were also smiles on Chen Ang and Wan Xingyan's faces, this was probably the most relaxed moment for them in a while.
The brain-like detectors were launched above the equator, and they had already entered the dimension of death, and they also sank their hearts. They were waiting.
Jiang Cheng is also waiting, but no one can know what the result will be. The signal has completely disappeared. Since entering the death dimension, he has completely lost contact with No. 4, and cannot determine the specific location.
The answer can only be revealed when the probe recovers the signal, breaks away from the dimension, and returns to the surface of the planet.
It seemed that in an instant, they lost anything they could do, so let's be lazy for a few days and get out of that oppressive and solemn atmosphere.
Researchers also have to live. When they take off their clothes, they are the inconspicuous ones among hundreds of millions of ordinary people.
The hot pot was steaming, and after the ingredients were cooked, they were taken out, and the aroma filled the small private room.
Jiang Cheng dipped the beef into the oil dish, then put it in his mouth, the heat and umami instantly ignited his taste buds, and the soup overflowed, and he suddenly felt very satisfied.
There was no temperature this winter, but now there is.
On the narrow table, Chen Ang and Wan Xingyan talked and laughed, opened the can, and drank a sip of beer. The rare relaxation made the nerves feel comfortable.
Jiang Cheng likes such warm moments very much.
Perhaps, the fate of No. 4 is to be lost in the dimension of death. Perhaps, he will return with Jiang Cheng and the belief of human beings.
Everything is unknown.
Assuming that No. 4 really returns from the vast universe, with boundless hope, Jiang Cheng will devote himself to his career again from that moment on.
Time does not speak, but slowly writes history on the scroll.
After the cold wind howls, a new life will be ushered in.
That is the spring that is within reach, the season of recovery of all things.
When the willow leaves sprouted buds, the phoenix trees began to grow taller, and people took off their heavy clothes.
All that has gone, will return in another way.