"Akai, pour me a glass of water." Song Baojun's sudden words came out, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a traveler who had traveled the Sahara Desert for seven days and seven nights.

Tan Qingkai was startled, frowned, and said without raising his head: "Go yourself, can you be an old man?" However, after playing a game of "World of Devils and Beasts", he found that there was no movement on the upper bunk, so he reluctantly poured a glass of water and sent it to him.

Song Baojun poured it down in one breath, and finally recovered his complexion, his breath was not so heavy, and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal frequency.

"Gurug, Gurugug." It's the stomach that screams.

It's eight-thirty at night, and only more than two hours have passed before supper time. He found that he was hungry again. He was hungry, his belly was empty, and all the nutrients in his stomach were completely digested, which was not much better than African refugees.

He said with a thorn in the air: "Akai, are you hungry? I'll treat you to supper."

"Not hungry!" Tan Qingkai refused very simply. What did Song Baojun treat him to lunch in the past? Instant noodles! It is hard for everyone to say much about him knowing that he has no money, but he has lost his appetite.

When Song Baojun knew his thoughts, he felt a little embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "It's not instant noodles. I'll invite you to the Xiangxiang Pavilion below to have delicious food. Order whatever you want."

Then Tan Qingkai became interested and turned off the computer casually: "Let's go!" Only food and beauty can make Tan Qingkai leave the computer temporarily. Other scoldings about his parents, blame from the teacher, and rolling eyes of his classmates could not shake him at all.

The nightlife is about to begin at eight or nine o'clock, and it's lively outside. There are two tables of people in the small restaurant in Xiangxiang Pavilion, all of which are full of girls, and they are so beautiful. Tan Qingkai thought to himself that he had come to the right place, so he tidied up his collar before following him.

Song Baojun was a regular customer, so he pushed the menu to Tan Qingkai and said, "Look whatever you want, don't be polite to me." He lit a cigarette, put his feet on a chair, and sat down.

Tan Qingkai sneaked at the girl next to him, looked at the menu, and said absent-mindedly: "Give me a bowl of spicy and sour rice noodles, and then I'll have enough of a cup of bubble milk tea."

This food stall is nominally a Hunan restaurant, but the students come from all over the world, so they can care about how much they can. Usually, they always order randomly according to their own taste, so the boss lady can do anything.

Song Baojun only wanted two bowls of noodles and ordinary drinks. He called the boss lady and pointed to the menu. When he saw a lot of dishes listed above, he couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable appetite. He said: "A bowl of spicy and sour rice noodles, a bowl of fried noodles, half a pound of rice, a black pepper steak should be 2 ripe, a portion of opium fish not spicy, a portion of fried water spinach with more oil and raw garlic, and four bottles of beer and a cup of pearl milk tea. Thank you."

Tan Qingkai couldn't help but widen his eyes: "So many, who else did you invite?"

"No, we are the only two of us. If you can't finish eating, you will pack it back? What are you afraid of?" Song Baojun looked dissatisfied.

"I think you're really going to be crazy!"

The first ones came were fried noodles and sour rice noodles. Tan Qingkai was chatting with his mobile phone while playing with Fat Eatong online software. He ate rice noodles. After typing a row of words, he saw that Song Baojun was pouring old vinegar into the fried noodles. After sending three messages, he saw that half of the fried noodles were missing. After receiving two pictures, the bottom of the fried noodles bowl was cleaned. Song Baojun was slowly wiping his lips with a tissue. And he had only had time to eat a few bites of his own spicy rice noodles.

"Boss, did you smuggle from the Philippines?" Tan Qingkai looked like he saw a ghost and added: "Filipino refugees are not necessarily so hungry!"

Song Baojun held a cigarette butt and said seriously: "The French writer Hugo has a famous saying: Human wisdom holds four keys, one to open the notes, one to open the fantasy, one to open the thoughts, and one to open the appetite. I found it very correct, so my wisdom has been completely opened under the appetite. Gorky also said: People need food, just like a blind man needs a bright guide. Newton also said: If I look farther than Descartes, it is because I am full on the shoulders of giants."

The rice noodle in Tan Qingkai's mouth almost squirted on his face: "Tolstoy also said, why do people feel hungry? It's because he always likes to brag!"

Song Baojun wiped the water droplets and residues on his face with a tissue without any shame.

The girls in the compartment suddenly burst into laughter, and several people leaned forward and fell backward, and were extremely happy.

Tan Qingkai couldn't help but turn his face to look at it. The five girls couldn't tell which department of the students were dressed neatly. Although their appearance was not particularly outstanding, they were at the average level. There was a woman who was very fat, and she seemed to feel Tan Qingkai's gaze. The fat girl looked up at him. Tan Qingkai hurriedly showed a very confident smile.

A group of girls continued to lie on the table and smiled.

Tan Qingkai vaguely felt that they were talking about themselves. A smug feeling rushed from his heart to his forehead, and his sitting posture became more upright. Xu Zhimo-like poetic emotions were inexplicably brewing on his face, and Song Baojun also killed the cigarette butts.

The boss's wife brought beer and rice, and other dishes arrived one after another soon.

Song Baojun lifted up his chopsticks and was about to taste the taste of the steak. A dark shadow covered the entire table.

"Handsome guy, what's your name?"

The fat girl next to her was standing at the table at some point. Her short pink T-shirt showed her round belly button and was very sexy. Her fat but not greasy arms were three thicker than Tan Qingkai's thighs. She had thick bangs on her head and a pair of flaming red lips on her thick double chin. Her words seemed to be a street hooligan who was collecting protection fees. Yes, just like the young version of Shen Dianxia.

Song Baojun's chopsticks fell onto the table with a slap: "Call me?"

"No, I'll look for him." The fat girl said to Tan Qingkai in a fierce manner: "Hey, talk, why are you standing there?"

Tan Qingkai's scalp was numb at that time and he stuttered: "Look for me, what's the matter?"
Chapter completed!