Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 61: A Meal That Shocked the New Neighbors (Please Collect and Read!)
Seeing that Dean Qian was still cleaning the room, Yang Ning and the others hurriedly put their things back into their rooms and went over to help.

With the addition of two young people, Yang Ning and Hu Yinghong, the room was cleaned up much faster.

Mr. Kong, who had no say in the matter, could only ask for the key to Yang Ning's house and go to prepare dinner for them.

"Mr. Kong, please make more when you cook, otherwise some people might not have enough to eat later."

When Mr. Kong was leaving, Hu Yinghong gave him specific instructions.

"Oh?" Mr. Kong looked at Hu Yinghong in confusion, then followed her gaze to find Yang Ning.

"Why? Comrade Yang Ning has a big appetite?"

"Hehe, it's a little bit bigger. After all, my daily work is quite brain-intensive, so I need to make up for it." Yang Ning explained, touching his head embarrassedly.

"Then how much can you eat? Don't waste too much later. Food is expensive now."

Mr. Kong, who was born in the south, couldn't imagine how big Yang Ning's appetite was, and was afraid that he would cook too much and not be able to finish it and waste it.

"Will there be more rice later?" Mr. Kong thought to himself.

"Haha~" Dean Qian laughed and pointed at Yang Ning and said to his wife, "Forget it, we'll be done cleaning up here soon. You and Comrade Hu Yinghong should go and cook. Otherwise, Comrade Yang Ning might really go hungry later."

Dean Qian was also a wonderful person. He was not arrogant in private. No wonder he dared to give up liberal arts and pursue science when he only scored five points in physics and 20 points in mathematics and chemistry when he was young. I guess he was not a rule-abiding person at that time. It is said that when Chen Yinke, a master of Chinese studies who regarded him as a treasure, heard that he had transferred to the Department of Physics as an auditor, he almost angered him to death.

Who in their right mind would dare to do this?
But it is precisely his courage to accept new challenges that has made him the scientific giant he is today.

Hu Yinghong glanced at Yang Ning, and Yang Ning quickly nodded to her. If Mr. Kong was really asked to cook by himself, not to mention whether he would be full, he would probably have to eat rice again later.

If Hu Yinghong went over to cook together, at least she could take care of her own taste.

So Hu Yinghong and Mr. Kong went to Yang Ning's room to cook.

When Mr. Kong arrived at Yang Ning's house and saw the area of Yang Ning's room, he was slightly stunned.

She is not a person who knows nothing. She must be an extremely important person to be able to live in such a large house in a special building.

But she didn't ask anything. After all, she had been with Dean Qian for a long time and understood that there were some things that she couldn't just ask about.

I went to the kitchen with Hu Yinghong and they both got busy.

But after a while, Mr. Kong, who was washing rice, saw Hu Yinghong heating more than a dozen steamed buns as big as an adult's fist, and kept shouting, "Enough, enough, there is still rice here, Lao Qian and I can't eat much."

Hu Yinghong looked at Mr. Kong who looked anxious and smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Kong, you misunderstood. These are only prepared for Yang Ning."

Hu Yinghong's words confused even the knowledgeable Mr. Kong: "How can Comrade Yang Ning eat so much by himself?"

Looking at Mr. Kong who looked unconvinced, Hu Yinghong smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's still a little short. We'll be almost there if we cook some more porridge later."

When Mr. Kong heard Hu Yinghong say this, he kept exclaiming "Wow!" At this moment, all the Confucian manners were thrown aside.

No wonder Hu Yinghong was asked to help cook. If she were really asked to cook, I'm afraid even if she cooked as much as possible, it might not be enough for Yang Ning alone.

She had seen many people with big appetites, but Yang Ning's appetite was something she had probably only seen in historical novels. "I always thought the appetites of those people in ancient books were a bit exaggerated, but today I finally saw it for myself."

Mr. Kong estimated that these steamed buns alone would weigh at least three or four kilograms. If you add a few bowls of porridge, who could afford to feed them without some financial resources?
This was just dinner, and Mr. Kong couldn't even imagine what Yang Ning was like when he had lunch.

After Yang Ning and Dean Qian finished their finishing work, when they went to Yang Ning's house for dinner, Yang Ning found that Mr. Kong was staring at him with a strange look in his eyes.

When Yang Ning saw the steamed buns placed in front of him, he understood what was going on. For Mr. Kong, who was born in the south, this was probably the first time in his life that he had witnessed Yang Ning's appetite.

Even Dean Qian, who had heard about Yang Ning's situation a long time ago, was stunned when he saw the steamed bun in front of Yang Ning.

"My goodness, with your appetite, are your salary and allowance enough to support you?"

Yang Ning blushed and picked up a steamed bun, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it in two or three bites.

"It's okay, there's still some left." Yang Ning said vaguely.

Taking into account that Yang Ning's consumption has increased a lot after he started working, the subsidy he received was increased to the amount of ten adults.

At least Yang Ning doesn't have to worry about eating. After all, he now works ten hours a day, and except for Sundays, he is forced to rest during holidays.

At the end of the year, I can’t even finish all the subsidies I earn.

Seeing the pile of steamed buns being eaten up by Yang Ning in a hurry, Dean Qian and his wife were also silent.

The young man doesn’t look like the brave man in historical novels. How come he has such a good appetite?
Although Dean Qian had heard of Yang Ning, a big eater, before in school, he had never seen such a shocking thing with his own eyes.

In an era when eating contests had not yet become popular, Yang Ning's appetite had already exceeded the imagination of these two people.

Three or four pounds of steamed buns plus three bowls of porridge, including food and drink, it must be six or seven pounds, right? And this is not counting the vegetables.

After Dean Qian and his wife left, Hu Yinghong smiled and said to Yang Ning, "Now, I'm afraid no one will dare to invite you to dinner anymore."

"What's the big deal?" Yang Ning said indifferently, "No matter what, I can't let my stomach suffer, right? Otherwise, how can I continue to make contributions?"

"It's good that you think this way. I'm just worried that you care about other people's opinions and can't save face."

After hearing what Yang Ning said, Hu Yinghong felt relieved. After all, Yang Ning would inevitably have to deal with those educated people in the future, and she was afraid that he would suffer for the sake of face and end up putting himself in a difficult position.

"Do I look like that kind of person?" Yang Ning felt that he was that kind of thick-skinned person. There's an old saying, if you're thick-skinned you can eat as much as you want, but if you're thin-skinned you can't eat at all.

When I first traveled through time, in order to have enough food to eat, I almost gave myself away and secured special subsidies for myself.

He felt that he was thick-skinned enough!

"Haha, you don't look like it, but you are." Hu Yinghong said as she cleaned the house, "The old men in Beijing all care about their reputation. Mom told me that you were so proud back then..."

Before Hu Yinghong could finish her words, Yang Ning hurriedly stopped her and said, "What a silly mother! Why does she blurt out everything?"
"Don't listen to mom's nonsense, that's all untrue. I'll have to talk to her next time I see her, she's affecting our relationship like this!"

Hu Yinghong was so angry at Yang Ning's shameless face that she laughed: "You said you are not good-looking, so what if I tell you that you are not good-looking?"

(End of this chapter)