RPAGF Chapter 98 "Hey, isn't this that coward from the acting department?"
Chapter 98 "Hey, isn't this that coward from the acting department?"
He gritted his teeth, "This meal is also... a celebration of my upcoming frog-jumping hell tomorrow."
"Frog jump?" Jing Yang and Yang Yi asked in unison.
"That she-devil Fang Ying, make me do frog jumps tomorrow." Shen Li looked utterly hopeless.
Jing Yang gasped: "Frog jumps?! You mean those frog jumps where your legs feel like they're not your own anymore, you have to walk backwards up and down stairs, and you have to hold onto the wall to use the toilet?!"
Shen Li nodded painfully.
Yang Yi whispered, "I practiced frog jumps in high school PE class. After I did it, my thighs were sore for three days. On the third day of the exam, my hand was shaking when I wrote."
Dai Xiao pushed up his glasses: "Frog jumps are a high-intensity eccentric exercise that can cause a lot of micro-damage to the thigh muscles, leading to delayed onset muscle soreness."
It is recommended to warm up thoroughly before training, perform static stretching immediately after training, and replenish with sufficient protein and water. Otherwise, your mobility will decrease by approximately 47% over the next three to five days.
"...Brother Xiao, can't you say something nice?"
"Seek truth from facts."
Shen Li let out a wail and was the first to leave the dormitory. Jing Yang and Yang Yi followed behind, while Dai Xiao leisurely locked the door.
The four men marched in a grand procession toward the north gate.
When we arrived at the entrance of "Hot Life", wow, the line stretched from the store entrance all the way to the curb.
The air was filled with a strong aroma of butter mixed with the pungent smell of chili peppers. Just smelling it made Yang Yi's eyes well up with tears.
Fortunately, Shen Li had gotten a number on her phone in advance, and it was her turn in less than twenty minutes.
The four were led to a booth by the window. A nine-compartment iron pot was already set up on the table, with a pile of bright red beef tallow base, covered with Sichuan peppercorns, chili peppers, cardamom, bay leaves, and other ingredients, which looked so dense that it made one's scalp tingle.
"Come on, let's order!"
Shen Li took the menu and rattled off a long string of words like a machine taking orders.
"Two servings of tripe, one serving of goose intestines, one serving of beef aorta, two servings of tender beef, one serving of luncheon meat, one serving of shrimp paste, and one serving each of bean curd sheets, enoki mushrooms, potato slices, and lotus root slices. Oh, and one brown sugar glutinous rice cake and some ice jelly, for Yang Yi to keep him going."
Jingyang added, "Another case of beer, ice cold!"
Yang Yi said softly, "Could I have a bowl of white rice?"
"Yes! It has to be white rice! Two bowls!" Shen Li said boldly.
Dai Xiao adjusted his glasses: "I suggest you order another yogurt. According to my calculations, Yang Yi has a 78.6% chance of experiencing gastrointestinal reactions after consuming food with a spiciness level exceeding 5000 SHU."
Yang Yi: "...Brother Xiao, can't you wish me well for once?"
"Seek truth from facts."
The pot quickly boiled, the red oil bubbled, and the chili peppers flew up and down in the boiling soup, like a volcanic eruption.
Shen Li picked up a piece of tripe, dipped it in the boiling soup for fifteen seconds according to the "seven up, eight down" rule, took it out, dipped it in the oil sauce, and put it in her mouth.
"Holy crap! This flavor is amazing!" Shen Li gave a thumbs up. "Spicy, savory, and the tripe is so crisp and chewy! Young Master Jing, you have to try it!"
Not to be outdone, Jingyang picked up a slice of goose intestine, dipped it in the broth for ten seconds, then took a bite. His eyes widened in amazement: "My goodness! This goose intestine is as crispy as a potato chip! Absolutely amazing!"
Yang Yi looked at the pot of boiling red oil, swallowed hard, carefully picked up a slice of tender beef, rinsed it in the pot, then rinsed it a second time in plain water, before daring to put it in his mouth.
After chewing a couple of times, her face flushed bright red, and tears streamed down her face: "Spicy! So hot!"
Shen Li quickly poured him an ice-cold beer. Yang Yi gulped down more than half a glass, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Oh my god... this is so spicy... I rinsed it twice with plain water and it's still this spicy..."
Dai Xiao, expressionless, picked up a piece of beef aorta, dipped it in the pot, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.
Then, his ears slowly turned red, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He adjusted his glasses, his voice remaining calm:
"The spiciness level is around 8500 SHU. Yang Yi, after diluting your slice of tender beef with water, the spiciness level is about 6200 SHU. Your spiciness threshold is below 4000 SHU."
"...Brother Xiao, your face is all red." Jing Yang suppressed a laugh.
"This is a normal physiological response of capillary dilation," Dai Xiao insisted, picking up another piece of beef tripe.
The four of them ate with great gusto, drinking beer one bottle after another. Jingyang's mouth was greasy from eating, but he kept going.
"Let me tell you, this hot pot is all about the nine-compartment pot! The middle compartment is the hottest, perfect for tripe and goose intestines; the side compartments are a bit cooler, great for beef and luncheon meat; and the corner compartments are on the lowest heat, perfect for simmering tofu skin and potatoes. That's called 'the scientific way to eat hot pot'!"
Yang Yi had given up struggling and focused on eating his brown sugar glutinous rice cakes and ice jelly, occasionally picking up a piece of potato, which he would then rinse three times in plain water.
Although Dai Xiao said it was a "normal physiological reaction," he had already taken off his coat, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were getting thicker and thicker.
Shen Li was happily cooking her second serving of tripe when she suddenly caught a commotion coming from the next booth.
I turned my head and saw something amazing.
There were four boys sitting at the next table; judging from their clothes, they seemed to be from the sports department.
They were all burly men, their arms thicker than Shen Li's thighs. Several cases of beer were piled on the table, and they were all flushed and shouting as if they were arguing.
One of them, wearing a black tank top, stood up and yelled at the waiter:
"What kind of lousy restaurant is this?! Where's my duck blood?! It's been half an hour and it still hasn't arrived?! Are you looking down on us physical education students?!"
The waitress, a young woman, turned pale from being yelled at and repeatedly bowed, saying, "I'm so sorry, so sorry, the kitchen is preparing the ingredients, it'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon..."
"Right away?! You said right away ten minutes ago! Do you think we're easy to fool?!" The man in the black vest got more and more excited as he spoke, slamming his hand on the table, making the wine bottle jump.
His tablemates joined in the commotion: "Exactly! What kind of service is this?!" "Call your boss!"
Shen Li frowned. Was she eating hotpot or gunpowder? Half an hour without duck blood, and she's already throwing such a tantrum?
Just as he was about to look away, the man in the black vest suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over Shen Li and their table before settling on Yang Yi.
"Hey, isn't this that coward from the performing arts department?"
The man in the black vest grinned maliciously. "Last time at the gym, I asked you to give up your spot and you were so slow. And now you're doing it again?"
Yang Yi's face turned pale instantly, and he almost dropped his chopsticks.
Shen Li frowned. What was going on? Did Yang Yi have a grudge against this person?
He looked at Yang Yi. Yang Yi lowered his head and said softly:
Last week I went to the gymnasium to reserve a rehearsal space for our class, but the physical education department said they wanted to use it and asked me to give up my spot. I said we were there first and couldn't give up our space. Then... they pushed me a few times...
"How many times did you push it?" Shen Li's eyes sharpened.
"It was...it was pushing and shoving..." Yang Yi's voice trailed off.
Shen Li understood. These guys from the physical education department were bullying Yang Yi because he was honest.
Seeing that Yang Yi remained silent, the man in the black vest became even more emboldened and swaggered over, carrying a bottle of liquor.