coobybook Chapter 546 When Edible Things Appear in the High School Classroom
Chapter 546 When Edible Things Appear in the High School Classroom
[Back in junior high, during my hungriest year, I opened a bag of original-flavor potato chips in class, and they were all snatched up in seconds. The scene was no less spectacular than scattering fish food into a koi pond at a tourist attraction...]
[When I was in junior high and really hungry, I took out a bag of pickled chicken feet. My classmate ate all the pickled peppers, and didn't even leave the broth behind.]
During evening self-study sessions at school, my mom would always bring lotus root and eggplant fritters. That summer, she said she would throw them away the next day if we couldn't finish them. But we didn't even last one self-study session. People from the next class came to eat them, including some I didn't even know.
[When I was in high school, I bought five yuan worth of pickled vegetables. In the morning, I was cleaning the classroom. A classmate had given me some pancakes, which I left in the hallway. I put the pickled vegetables in with them. When I came back after cleaning, I found my classmates lining up to take my pickled vegetables because the pancakes at school were too bland.]
Hiding or protecting food at school was a serious offense. Back then, I even tasted a bit of the Chinese medicine my deskmate brought before leaving.
I eat heartily with close friends, and eagerly await the return of unfamiliar classmates, my eyes following them intently as I pretend not to care.
"The Chinese medicine stuff, hahaha, my high school classmate has a bad stomach, so he decocted a whole bag of it, vacuum-packed it, and brought it over. He was told beforehand that it would taste awful, but nobody believed him. Everyone took a bite, and then everyone vomited. And while the person in front was vomiting, the people behind were still eagerly going to try it [laughing and crying emoji]"
"I have to hand out my Vitamin C bottle to everyone [smile]. And it's not the sweet kind, it's the purely sour kind. The worst part is, after I've handed it out, they look at the bottle and realize it's expired."
"During the years when I was most craving meat sauce, I was an overseas student. My best friend's hometown is in Guizhou, and her family makes incredibly delicious meat sauce. She brought back a jar for us when she returned to China. At first, only two or three acquaintances knew about it, but then all the Chinese people on her floor found out, and everyone lined up with small bowls to share. Then, somehow, everyone in the entire building knew about it, and my best friend's house became a popular destination. Then, the entire Chinese community in the neighborhood heard the news, and my best friend moved away because for the next three years, people would ask her every month if she had any more meat sauce. Everyone called her 'Sister Meat Sauce.'"
"I've only successfully shared food once, when I made a durian pizza that I baked at home. It used a whole durian, and my mom made it with her help. It smelled amazing, and she even cut it up and brought it over. Everyone was so happy to see it and rushed over to share it. I didn't get a single bite!!"
But ever since then, whenever I bring food to share, they refuse it and tell me to stop doing it [sob]. Later I found out that everyone who ate my pizza that day had diarrhea on and off for the whole afternoon, but no one told me because they didn't want to upset me [uh].
"My home is in the grassland area. My grandma made me ten pounds of meat and ten pounds of chicken wings to eat on the train. I was thinking of sharing them with my classmates at school, but I lost them on the bus and couldn't find them. That was the first time I brought them with me. The second time, my mom cooked hand-pulled mutton and even gave me dipping sauce (sesame paste, chive blossoms, and fermented bean curd)."
Then I took the train back to my dorm. I told my roommates to eat quickly, but they were reluctant to eat it, so they ate it little by little, even taking it to the cafeteria to reheat it before eating. They couldn't bear to eat the meat that night, so they ate only the dipping sauce, saying the sauce was so delicious. A bunch of them went hungry, waiting to eat meat the next day. But the next day, they surrounded my bedside saying, "What do we do? The meat seems to have gone bad." I threw it away right then and there, but they were still reluctant, saying they were unlucky to have meat.
"When I was in junior high school, I asked my mom to cook me some pig blood sausage (the kind with lean meat), and then cut it into slices about two centimeters thick. I took a bag of it to school on Sunday, and it was all gone before evening."
"I still remember the pickled chili peppers my high school roommate brought. People ate them with steamed buns, but we ate them as a snack. Later she stopped bringing them [that's all]. She said they were hard to make, so her mom made a jar, and she brought it all to school. Those pickled chili peppers had cornmeal in them, they were spicy, dry, and fragrant—absolutely delicious!"
"My daughter said that one day in class, she was so hungry that she and her deskmate made a drink with the last packet of Banlangen granules that she had brought to the classroom when she had a cold, and each drank half a cup [laughing and crying emoji]"
"I love eating meat. When I was in college, my mom cooked a whole jar of it, like one of those bubble gum jars, a solid whole jar. When I got back to the dorm that day, before I even had a chance to eat it, two-thirds of it had disappeared. When I woke up the next day, it was gone [facepalm]. When I asked what happened, my scumbag roommate said that he got hungry in the middle of the night, got up, and ate it all for me."
"When I was in college, I had a roommate from Shandong. His mom sent me a lot of pancakes and homemade fish sauce. Logically, that many pancakes should have lasted at least two weeks for one person. We played CrossFire (CF) for two nights straight in the dorm and finished them all! Our cheeks were sore from chewing, but we didn't stop. They were so delicious! The pancakes were chewy, and the fish sauce was super spicy and incredibly fragrant! It was quite a shock to us southerners! His mom also sent us goose and duck eggs from home. Those goose eggs were fragrant, big, and filling; they only lasted two or three days. [doge]"
"My high school deskmate brought pickled garlic, and I was absolutely thrilled the first time I tried it... Later, at the parent-teacher conference, my mom learned how to make it from her mom. I also remember she brought loose potato chips and egg burgers. She was a true gourmet; she always managed to bring me things I'd never tried before, but which were incredibly delicious."
Wang, who had just passed the exam, talked with his classmates about his interesting experiences when he was studying: When I was in school, my younger sister was afraid that I would not have enough to eat at the private school, so she would secretly put her favorite pastries and fruits into my bag.
As a grown man, I dislike sweet and greasy foods the most, but my greedy classmates love to eat them. Every time I take out those pastries and fruits, they stare at me longingly.
Although they would pretend to cover their eyes when I looked over, anyone could see the burning desire in their eyes.
I especially love feeding the people sitting next to me, haha. Every night I would clean up and eat some fruit. I don't really like eating it myself, but I love sharing it with others. Seeing them fighting over it makes me feel like I'm raising a child. Even though I'm not married yet, my fatherly love just wells up.
If I have children in the future, I will definitely be a father who can feed them all into big, chubby boys, and then my wife will have a lot of headaches!
The student who passed the imperial examination with Wang replied: "If I were sitting next to you, I would have eaten most of your delicious food."
My nose is incredibly sensitive. As soon as I arrive at the private school, I can tell just by smelling who brought steamed buns or fried dough. Everyone says I have a dog's nose because I can smell everything.
Then they would usually share some of their food with me. Other students had servants or parents bringing them food when they went to school, but I didn't need to bring my own food at all when I went to the private school. I could eat my fill just by eating other people's food.
For a while, one of the students would run errands and bring breakfast to the whole class. It was the big meat pie from Master Mei's stall. When he went to Master Mei's stall, Master Mei wouldn't sell to anyone else. He made several batches of meat pies from his stall. Our school was filled with the smell of meat pies. Even our teacher joked: "The meat smell is so strong that people who don't know us would think our school is a meat pie shop!"
It seems that Grandpa Mei's meat pie shop is thriving thanks to the support of our old customers from the private school!