Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 23 This class is really something else.

Old Zheng's smoked meat pancakes are the master of steamed buns; Aunt Mao's Jiangxi fried rice noodles are the immortal of cold noodles.

The fact that these two didn't end up together is baffling to everyone at Yanda University and its affiliated high school. Even if you two single guys were secretly having an affair, wouldn't you still have lived up to the mission of entertaining the general public?

"Four bowls of cold noodles (extra spicy, less vinegar), two bowls of beef tendon noodles (extra spicy, extra vinegar, extra sugar), eighty bowls of braised pork buns, eighty bowls of pickled cabbage, two bowls of steamed buns with horse meat, twelve bowls of donkey meat, and twenty-two bowls of beef, ten bowls of shrimp dumplings, and let me see... there are also fourteen bowls of soy milk, fifteen bowls of egg drop soup, and twelve bowls of porridge..." Old Zheng's face was beaming. He lifted the lid of the steamer, deftly picked up two buns, and put them in a paper bag: "It's cold, eat first, warm your hands. I'll pack them up!"

Lu Chi turned around and handed one to Lu Ying: "Are you cold?"

"There's a windshield..." Lu Ying held the steamed bun, her eyes filled with feigned sincerity, her voice soft: "Lu classmate, would you be willing to take your adorable, youthful, and invincible beauty, Teacher Ying, to school every day from now on?"

Lu Chi's SAN value was extremely high, and his emotions were stable: "If you have enough salary, by the way, that steamed bun you have is worth one hundred yuan."

"Huh?" Lu Ying's joy vanished instantly. She mourned her low attendance rate for a second, then said, "Whatever, at most they'll catch me five times, otherwise it'll affect my performance evaluation!"

"You can teach others about your lazy attitude in class; it will effectively improve your attendance!"

"I'm only deducting money! But what you're losing is knowledge!"

"I'll give you 270 here, Lao Mao's is 36, Lu, just give me three." Lao Zheng held up three styrofoam boxes, wiped them away with his hand before saying the rest: "I packed your buns and dough separately, they're in the corner of the bottom box. The shrimp dumplings are really big and good today, especially fresh, I packed a box for you too, take them and eat them, they have ginger and vinegar."

Lu Chi waved his hand: "I'm leaving~"

Old Mao and Old Zheng, like a pair of lucky cats, stood inside the small shop, waving and smiling, watching the little electric scooter ride out of the food street before serving the next customer: "Hey, shrimp dumplings, right? Okay, four yuan each, large steamed dumplings with beef or horse meat are two yuan, and mutton or donkey meat is two yuan and fifty cents!"

"Hey boss, was that a student from Yancheng University?"

"Hey, from Yanda Affiliated High School, let me tell you, he deserves half the credit for my shop's success. In the entire university town, there are only a handful of shops that can get the freshest beef, horse, lamb, and donkey meat, and mine is one of them—the kind that doesn't even need to be kept in a warming cabinet!"

"Alright, alright, give me mutton dumplings instead of pork buns!"

Old Zheng choked for a moment: "No, bro, I've already finished pretending..."

Customer: "Have you finished speaking? I didn't hear the word 'pork' from your mouth at all!"

At the gate of Yanda Affiliated High School, the Dean of Students, who had marked out his territory with his own urine, stood in the cold wind. He was the kind of useless person that Lao Deng had mentioned, the kind who could only manage discipline. He stood there with the head of the senior year, having just let a few shameless, low-achieving seniors in.

Old Yu was quite satisfied with his impressive performance in the moral and psychological development of his students, and was just bragging when the grade director suddenly coughed and gestured to him. He then turned his head to the side to admire the lush and beautiful winter flowerbed. There were no students around at the moment, so his authority was not affected. Good, good.

A small electric scooter, two people, and three styrofoam boxes whizzed through the school gate, leaving trails of steam. The head of the grade then turned around and said in a voice that wasn't too loud, not too soft, "Lu Ying, you've been late twice in the first three days of school, haven't you? Be careful next time!"

Old Yu simply chose to be selectively blind, ignoring the box that couldn't contain the heat: "Hey Lu Chi, your hair's gotten long, get it cut!"

Lu Chi made an OK sign behind him: "Goodbye, Director Yu and Director Xie, after the first month of the lunar calendar~"

"..."

Old Yu thought to himself, "This kid is so clueless about social etiquette. He doesn't even know how to offer tributes. Where did you buy these steamed buns? They smell so good."

On this day, the hungry Class 13 finally welcomed their caretaker once again—

"Holy crap, who sent me ten shrimp dumplings? Do you have a family in the mine?"

"Hurry, hurry, I'm starving!"

"Eating meat at the beginning of the month and eating dirt at the end, I don't even want to think about what I'm going to do at the end of the month after ordering shrimp dumplings. Eat foot skin?"

Six shrimp dumplings are arranged in a box, neatly in two rows. The thin skin is pressed into pink by the shrimp meat inside, making it look very elegant. Of course, this box costs 24 yuan, which is also considered a high-class meal.

Lu Chi had two boxes of ginger vinegar, which he placed on the table. He pointed at them, and Group Seven, who had just received their steamed buns, came running back excitedly, yelling, "Back-to-school perks?"

"Hey, come and eat!"

"Hey, eat up! Shrimp dumplings and love are the only things we can't live without, eat them while they're hot!"

Does love also produce juice?

"Let me make sure, do you really want me to say this while you're eating shrimp dumplings?"

"Shh!"

Ran Qingfeng didn't use chopsticks, habitually holding the shrimp dumplings in both hands to eat like a hamster. As she ate, she would slurp down a cup of soup, exclaiming, "Only Old Zheng would put shrimp in a five-cent seaweed and egg drop soup! Waaah, I'm so jealous!"

Liu Lan glanced at the timetable: "Why is it math again? If I eat and then sleep, I'll get so fat!"

Zhu Gaizhi glared at her: "Shut up, you petty smug, a worthless wretch. Tell me, where did you even begin to justify yourself?"

Liu Lan slapped Yuan Ziqing across the back with her backhand, and under the questioning gaze of the other party, said shyly, "My heart belongs to Yuan Yuan~"

Yuan Ziqing flicked her high ponytail, raised her middle finger, and turned her head away while Kuku ate her steamed bun.

"What kind of behavior is this! Nonsense!" With two minutes until the bell rang, homeroom teacher Mr. Yang suddenly rushed in, confiscating the steamed buns from the discipline committee member and the class monitor, placing them on the podium. "Sharing them in half is the rule," he said. "Um, Mr. Wei has some things to take care of these few days and needs to be absent. I'll cover the first class, and the math team will arrange substitutes for the rest!"

While Old Yang opened the window to let in some fresh air and casually ate his steamed bun, the students below had already started gossiping. The innocent class monitor, having lost a steamed bun, could only desperately slurp his egg drop soup through the straw, finding it tasteless and burning his face: "Deng asked for leave right after the start of the semester, unprecedented!"

"What are you talking about? It's been two years, and Deng has never missed a class..."

"You're such a math geek, what do you know? But you seemed off yesterday. Maybe you discovered a new sect prodigy? Hmm, I'm guessing you might be sick?"

"After class, the class monitor and I will investigate Old Yang. If he's really sick, we'll use the class funds to visit him and put Old Deng in his place!"

"okay!"

Old Yang's classes are all about speed; one glance down and the next, and a class is over. After the second period, the students near the window suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap, the people in Class 9 are all crazy! They're playing basketball on the playground, and there are even girls cheering them on!"