Winter solstice.
Early in the morning, snowflakes were falling and the cold was deep.
Ren Ziqiang jumped up from the bed, muttering that the cafeteria was selling dumplings today, and called everyone in the dormitory to go eat together.
Jiang Qin ordered dumplings and hotpot at Room 208 for tonight, but he had to eat during the day, and he felt a little hungry, so he just went with them.
But the taste of the dumplings sold in the cafeteria is really indescribable.
When you take a bite, you can taste the strong spicy flavor of the ingredients, but you can't taste the meat. There is a lot of soup in the filling, but it is greasy and affects the chewiness of the taste.
"Bah, even dogs wouldn't eat this, isn't it just the frozen kind? And you still have the nerve to call it handmade dumplings?"
Cao Guangyu dropped Kuaizi with a look of disgust.
"Brother Cao, if you think it tastes bad, just say it tastes bad. Why do you have to say that even dogs won't eat it?"
Zhou Chao held half a mouthful of dumpling, feeling neither good to eat it nor to throw it away, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"It's good to have something to eat. There are so many students in Linda University. The cafeteria lady must be very skilled to make you handmade dumplings. But handmade dumplings are still handmade. It's a classic marketing strategy."
Jiang Qin spoke the truth in one sentence, and put two dumplings into his mouth, not minding Cao Guangyu's ridicule at all.
He doesn't have too demanding requirements on taste, thinking that as long as he can fill his stomach, it's fine. People like Lao Cao who are so picky must have either been living a life of luxury since childhood or have had too many trivial matters since childhood.
This disease is easy to cure. Just throw it into the mountains and starve for a few days.
After emptying the dumplings from the plate, Jiang Qin turned his head to look at the scattered snowflakes falling outside the window. However, he didn't see many snowflakes. Instead, he saw several girls from the Finance Class 3 walking towards him.
In the front are the three golden flowers, Song Qingqing, Jiang Tian and Jian Chun, followed by the two green leaves, Pan Xiu and Liu Xiaojuan.
Finally, it was Zhuang Chen who was carrying a bag and milk tea.
After the two sides met, except for Ren Ziqiang and Pan Xiu, the "brother and sister" who parted ways, the remaining eight people greeted each other naturally.
"Have you noticed? These four guys in our class seem to have become cool male gods."
Liu Xiaojuan found a place and sat down, then spoke in a low voice.
Song Qingqing raised her eyebrows: "Jiang Qin is already a male god, does he need to change?"
"It seems Cao Guangyu has found a date, and she's a senior from the medical school."
Zhuang Chen showed off the gossip he knew and diverted the topic away from Jiang Qin.
"Zhou Chao hasn't changed, except that he's getting fatter."
"Ren Ziqiang was also very aloof and silent. He didn't even say hello to us just now..."
After he finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at Pan Xiu, who had a pouty mouth and looked very angry.
Since the beginning of last month, Ren Ziqiang ignored her. Whether they were in class or met by chance, they felt like complete strangers.
Pan Xiu didn’t know what he had done wrong. He asked for several days but didn’t receive any reply.
She is different from the pretty girls. Not many people like her. The difference between one less and one more is huge. So she is full of resentment now and feels bad when she hears Ren Ziqiang's name.
"You guys mentioned the dumpling-making issue. Does Jiang Qin have a solution?"
Just when everyone was silent, Jian Chun, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
Jiang Tian was slightly startled, but after thinking about it carefully, his eyes lit up: "That's right, if it's him, he will definitely find a way!"
"Why? He is not a god, so how can he be omnipotent?" Zhuang Chen couldn't help but say sarcastically.
Jian Chun ignored him and turned to look at Jiang Tian: "Tiantian, why don't you go and ask?"
"Why don't you go?"
"Jiang Qin must hate me. If I ask him, he will definitely not agree." Jian Chun's eyes couldn't help but dim a little.
Jiang Qin had just finished eating and was carrying his plate to the recycling area. He hadn't walked a few steps when Jiang Tian called him, "Jiang Qin, can you do me a favor?"
"What's the matter?"
"We want to find a place to make dumplings."
Although the Winter Solstice is not a legal holiday, it is quite important in Linchuan's tradition, otherwise the school cafeteria would not have temporarily closed five windows to sell dumplings.
Of course, there are also many students who want to make dumplings with their friends during the Winter Solstice.
It’s a pity that all the dormitories in Linda University have limited-power sockets. I can make dumplings with them, but the circuit breaker will trip when I try to cook them. Even if I install a transformer, it will be useless. With the limited power, I probably won’t be able to cook them overnight.
Jiang Qin thought for a moment and said, "Actually, the dumplings in the cafeteria are pretty good. Let's just eat them."
"In addition to eating them ourselves, we also want to give some of our homemade dumplings to Grandma Liu at the fruit stall."
Jian Chun couldn't help but stand up and add, her tone inexplicably nervous: "I... I bumped into her last time, and she didn't blame me. I wanted to do something I could. She was busy watching the stall and taking care of her son, so she didn't have time to make dumplings."
Jiang Qin thought for a moment and then said, "Can't you just find a classroom secretly?"
"We went to look for them. There were people in the study room, the lecture hall was closed, and the small classroom was easy to be caught. In addition, a notice was just sent in the cadre group, strictly prohibiting students from cooking dumplings and eating hot pot in the classroom."
"… "
"It won't take us long."
Jiang Tian's implication was that she wanted to get a seat at Room 208. If Jiang Qin agreed, she could also let Jiang Qin taste the dumplings she made herself.
Although Jian Chun tried her best to force herself not to think about it, whenever the thought of Jiang Qin eating the dumplings she had made herself flashed through her mind, her heart would start pounding with anticipation.
But unfortunately, Room 208 was also making dumplings. With more than a dozen people, it was already chaotic enough, not to mention Professor Yan and the others.
Jiang Qin didn't want to drag more people to cause trouble, so he took out his cell phone and called Zhu Feng, asking if he could borrow a classroom to cook some dumplings.
After a while, the call was hung up and Jiang Qin's voice sounded again.
"We have a handicraft club in B704. It was cancelled a while ago, and the activity room has been empty. You can go there. Zhu Feng will leave the key on the windowsill later."
"Oh, and be sure to pay attention to electrical safety, plug and unplug whenever you need them, and clean up when you leave."
"Also, please do me a favor and prepare some dumplings for Zhu Feng and Lao Lu. I'll give you an address and send some to Principal Zhang in the school office. Tell them that I made them myself. If they're not here, forget it."
Jiang Qin put the phone in his pocket and said a few words, then he heard Cao Guangyu calling from behind, so he turned around and walked out of the cafeteria.
Seeing this, Jian Chun and Jiang Tian couldn't help but look at each other, their breathing stagnated slightly.
Oh my God, the person who issued the notice prohibiting cooking dumplings and eating hot pot in the classroom was obviously Zhu Feng!
She said that in previous years there were often such students who thought they were very good. If caught, not only would they be deducted points but also fined. No matter who they were, there would be no leniency!
Jiang Qin directly asked her to use the classroom to cook dumplings, which was obviously walking into a trap, but Zhu Feng actually agreed
“Is it really possible to cook dumplings in the classroom?”
"That's impossible! Zhu Feng just announced it in the group chat!"
"Stop eating, how about we go take a look first?"
After a while, several people came to B704, touched the window nervously, and indeed found a key.
Although they knew that the key was left by the student union president, they still felt a little guilty and even opened the door very carefully, and did not dare to make any noise when they entered.
As a result, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, which made everyone's heart suddenly rise to their throat.
Zhu Feng walked to the door expressionlessly and took a look inside, which frightened Jiang Tian and the others so much that they dared not breathe.
“Is there a pot?”
"I haven't bought it yet." Jiang Tian answered truthfully.
Zhu Feng coughed and lowered her voice: "I have an electric cooker in my office, which I usually use to heat up meals. If you want to use it, come with me and get it."
Jian Chun was stunned for a long while before coming back to her senses. She felt flattered: "I'll go with you to get it. Thank you, Senior Sister."
"You're welcome. If Jiang Qin hadn't called me specifically, I would never have allowed this. Don't tell anyone when you go back, and be careful when you cook the dumplings."
"Okay, senior sister, we will close the door and make sure not to make any noise."
Jian Chun followed Zhu Feng out of the classroom and couldn't help but ask halfway: "Senior, didn't they say that if you are caught, you will be fined and deducted points? Will it cause you trouble?"
Zhu Feng glanced at her and said, "I owe Jiang Qin a favor for sponsoring the debate competition, but he doesn't seem to have any other favors that need me to pay him back. This time I'll just consider it as paying him back. Remember to tell him when you get back."
"Okay, Senior."
Zhu Feng pursed her lips and added, "Be sure to tell him, and mention that I lent you the rice cooker."
"oh oh."
After a while, Jian Chun returned to B704 with the rice cooker, and everyone waiting in the room looked at each other in surprise.
This is Jiang Qin's face.
He borrowed a classroom just by opening his mouth, and did something that was strictly prohibited, and even got a pot with it. This is so cool.
Recalling the scene where Jiang Qin was on the phone with an expressionless face just now, it really illustrates what a cold and aloof male god who is ruthless and doesn't talk much is.
"Fuck, my scalp went numb when Zhu Feng came. I didn't expect that she would ask us if we wanted a pot?"
"Jiang Qin is worthy of being my idol. It's so fun to go through the backdoor!"
"I've never seen Zhu Feng give face to anyone..."
Hearing the exclamations of the crowd, Zhuang Chen, who was standing at the back, felt very uncomfortable.
Jian Chun couldn't do what he wanted to do, but other men could do it, which made him look incompetent, but he was really incompetent.
if…
Let’s say what if.
What would Jian Chun think if the person who called just now was herself
"Zhu Feng, I'm Zhuang Chen. Prepare a classroom for me. I want to cook dumplings. Yes, right now, send another pot over!"
"Jian Chun, I've got it done. Let's have a happy winter solstice tonight!"
After fantasizing about it, Zhuang Chen felt his scalp tingling with pleasure, and he could even imagine Jian Chun's admiring eyes.
But after returning to reality, he felt empty.
Turning around to look at Jian Chun again, she was sharing the conversation she had just had with Zhu Feng with Jiang Tian, with a charming smile on her face.