The process of making snail noodles is complicated, and the side dishes are also very particular. The most important side dish is the pickled bamboo shoots. After special pickling treatment, the snail noodles are crispy and have a unique smell. This is the key to distinguishing the snail noodles from similar snacks.

But soon, Cheng Fei discovered that he encountered an unprecedented obstacle on his way to adequate food and clothing - sour bamboo shoots need to be pickled for at least a month before they can be eaten.

He tried making a pot of snail noodles without sour bamboo shoots, but he spit it out as soon as he took the first bite. Snail soup without sour bamboo shoots is like room-temperature Coke without bubbles, without soul!

What makes people dream about it is the sour taste.

Cheng Fei could only pickle a jar of bamboo shoots.

The preparation method is simple. Put the bamboo shoots cut into large pieces into a jar, pour mineral water to cover the bamboo shoots, and sprinkle some salt. He also adds a little chili pepper to add flavor, seal it and wait for a month before eating.

The live broadcast was on while he was making bamboo shoots, but the audience didn't understand what he was doing, and there were only a few comments. Occasionally, a few would fly by just to praise his appearance.

The wait for this vat of bamboo shoots was heart-breaking. The little snake in the dream made a deafening sound when it knocked on the bowl. Occasionally, when it was tired of knocking, it would naughtily curl up into a ball. In the eyes of the hungry Cheng Fei, its snow-white body was like soft, waxy white vermicelli.

Just as delicious.

His appetite became more and more insane, and sometimes he was so picky that even he couldn't stand it. One second he wanted to eat steak crazily, and the next second he wanted to eat tomatoes. He even once asked a classmate who stayed out to pack skewers.

He worked hard to deliver it across two cities, but as soon as it arrived, he lost all appetite and was asked to run errands for nothing.

There is something vaguely wrong with this change, but as a pure 2k man who has lived for more than 20 years, Cheng Fei's thinking has not been divergent enough to figure out certain things.

Just when he was feeling depressed, a life-saving call came over. It was from a former staff member of the Siyu Hope Project.

"Mr. Cheng, I would like to excuse you. Last time I mentioned to you a student you sponsored. I was very sad to learn that you were unwilling to accept his face-to-face thanks. You have been actively trying to fight for the opportunity. Now you have come to our office and even

I brought a lot of specialties. Seeing that the child is sincere, we took the liberty to ask for your opinion again."

Cheng Fei frowned. He was actually reluctant to touch the "front relationship" formed by the original protagonist, because there were too many cannon fodder male supporting actors in the original work, and he couldn't remember many of their names, fearing that he would accidentally step into a trap one day.

But the people from Project Hope were pleading hard. He thought about it, it would not be easy for him to go all the way to the Project Hope office, so he simply nodded: "Okay, I'll say a few words to him."

There was some noisy and vague conversation on the other end of the phone. After a while, a teenage boy's voice came from inside: "Hello, Mr. Cheng, my name is Ke Shu. Thank you very much for your ten years of help."

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The boy named Ke Shu was obviously very nervous. He must have memorized the manuscript when speaking, but even so, he was stumbling when speaking.

Ke Shu said on the phone that he was the first college student in the village and that he was able to go to school smoothly thanks to his financial support. Therefore, he shouldered the hope of the whole village and came to thank him. However, the villagers were too poor and did not have the gift of thanks, so he asked

Ke Shu traveled thousands of miles to carry some specialties here.

The rural boy explained shyly on the phone: "Some fruits and pickled bamboo shoots made by everyone are only available in our village and not elsewhere..."

Ke Shu's accent was very strong, so he couldn't hear the previous words clearly, but Cheng Fei really heard the last sentence.

"Pickled bamboo shoots?!" Cheng Fei's voice became excited, "What kind? What ingredients are they made of?"

Ke Shu was startled by him and stumbled: "Just the bamboo shoots and salt, as well as the mountain spring water from our hometown, I...I personally picked it from the mountain. It's so sweet."

Cheng Fei took a deep breath, and suddenly he was pleasantly surprised that the mountains were covered with water. Not only were they ready-made sour bamboo shoots, but they were also pickled in mountain springs. The quality was so high!

"Xiao Ke," Cheng Fei was drooling at the words and hurriedly swallowed, "I'm going to find you now."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Fei's depression for the past few days was gone. His whole body seemed to be filled with soul. He grabbed his cell phone and was about to go out.

He bumped into Shao Tingfeng, who was walking slowly towards the study. If nothing else happened, this young master Shao probably wanted to watch those useless live broadcasts again.

Cheng Fei suddenly met his eyes, eyes flashing expectantly: "Little Shao Shao, are you free?"

Shao Tingfeng: "...No."

"Come on," Cheng Fei smiled mischievously, "come with me somewhere, and I'll make you a cake that's a hundred times more delicious than butter... Oh no, I'll reward you with something that's ten thousand times more delicious."

Shao Tingfeng was hesitant. He felt that there was no food more delicious than cream cake in the world.

Cheng Fei's wishful thinking came true. With the efforts of the whole village, there would definitely be more sour bamboo shoots than can be put in one pot. He would have to recruit a coolie to help.

Just as he was checking the route to get there by bus, Shao Tingfeng took a bunch of car keys and went downstairs. A minute later, a luxurious black car drove up.

Cheng Fei was stunned. Even if he didn't recognize the brand, he could tell that the car was very expensive.

Sure enough, as he drove all the way out of the school gate, passers-by watched frequently, and some people whistled, as if he was treated like a luxury car. But considering Shao Tingfeng's background, Cheng Fei did not believe that the car belonged to him, and only thought it belonged to the Shao family to avoid embarrassment.

, so I lent it to him to fill the scene.

An hour later, the luxury car took the two of them to their destination. Siyu hoped that there was already a dark-skinned rural boy waiting for them in front of the iron gate of the office building.

The boy was wearing a large, rustic backpack, and at his feet were several equally rustic snakeskin bags. In his arms was a transparent glass jar, and a broken 28-year-old sedan was parked next to him.

When Cheng Fei got out of the car and walked up to him and introduced himself as Cheng Fei, the simple and dark Tuwa blushed so much that he was speechless: "You, are you Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Fei's appearance is so outstanding. He had already noticed it when he got off the bus just now. He just waited wholeheartedly. Mr. Cheng didn't think too much. Now that he learned that the person who sponsored him was this handsome and dazzling boy, the villagers didn't dare to look at him for a moment.

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"I am." Cheng Fei pointed out the age difference between the two, "You can call me brother."

"Cheng, Brother Cheng." Ke Shu stammered, his face dark and rosy. He is usually shy and unsociable, and often blushes when interacting with ordinary urban students, let alone Mr. Cheng.

He was even prettier than the celebrities he had seen on TV. He was so handsome that he couldn't tell the difference between male and female. He was a little dizzy.

Cheng Fei didn't notice his expression at all, focusing entirely on the glass jar in his arms.

Ke Shu handed the jar to him and explained sheepishly: "It's not worth much, but this is the will of the whole village..."

The jar was very worn and old, but it was polished to a shiny finish. It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into it. Cheng Fei lowered his head and smelled it. The tip of his nose faintly smelled the familiar, long-lost light sour smell. He suddenly felt as if he had gained a fortune and was so happy.

The peach blossom eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky.

Shao Tingfeng sat in the driver's seat and looked sideways at the two people who were talking. He had never seen Cheng Fei so happy.

Looking at that country boy again, he wanted to take a sneak peek at Cheng Fei but didn't dare. Every time he took a sneak peek, his dark face was so red that it almost couldn't be covered.

Feeling a little impatient in his heart, Shao Tingfeng waited for a while, then pressed his long finger slightly and sounded the horn.

The loud voice made the two people look over at the same time. The smile on Cheng Fei's eyes and brows was not yet gone, and he said happily: "Xiao Ke, give me some credibility and we will cooperate more in the future." Of course, she meant to buy from him after she finished eating.

Ke Shu was flattered and exchanged contact information.

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

It seems he doesn't have Cheng Fei's number yet.

There were too many specialties brought from his hometown. Ke Shu wanted to help him get into the car. But when he got closer, the car door suddenly opened. Shao Tingfeng got out of the car with a cold face and picked up a few snakes on the ground without saying a word.

The leather bag was carried into the trunk of the car on its own.

According to Cheng Fei's understanding of him, it was definitely not warm-hearted, but - don't touch my car.

Cheng Fei had already experienced Young Master Shao's "herbiphobia" as early as when he first moved into the dormitory. He seemed to have set up a narrow circle of interpersonal relationships deep in his heart, and only those who were trapped could touch him.

He and other idle people should not touch me.

But Ke Shu obviously didn't know Young Master Shao's temperament. He felt inferior and thought it was because he couldn't handle his own things, so he was at a loss for a while.

"It's okay, he means no harm." Cheng Fei comforted him while glaring at Shao Tingfeng. Young Master Shao didn't realize it, closed the trunk of the car and floated back to the car.

Ke Shu nodded obediently, got on his 28-wheel bicycle, waved his hand and was about to say goodbye to them, when suddenly the chain of the 28-wheel bicycle fell off.

Cheng Fei saw him sweating profusely while repairing the car, so he went over to help.

Upon questioning, it turned out that Ke Shu had ridden hundreds of kilometers from the countryside to the city carrying those specialties, just to repay his kindness to his sponsor.

Cheng Fei was so moved that he stuffed another red envelope into the boy's pocket and asked him to buy a ticket to go back. Ke Shu blushed and said no, but Cheng Fei didn't want to push him, so he stuffed it into his pocket and quickly got back into the car.

"Hurry, drive quickly!" Cheng Fei winked at Shao Tingfeng.

Shao Tingfeng pursed his lips and hesitated to speak, but in the end he said nothing and stepped on the accelerator. The luxury car quickly left the simple child behind.

Cheng Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That kid is so sincere. He rode so far just to see me. It's really heartbreaking."

The air was suddenly quiet, and Cheng Fei didn't know if the air conditioner in the car was turned on too low. Cheng Fei felt a little cold.

He didn't care, and happily picked up the sour bamboo shoot jar placed on the seat. There were several tubes of large bamboo shoots soaked in the transparent glass jar. The bamboo shoots were as smooth as jade and slightly yellow, which showed that they were in season.

The best time.

"This is an authentic craft in the countryside, using mountain spring water." Cheng Fei said happily, "Little Shao Shao, you are in for a treat."

Shao Tingfeng remained unmoved, but the car drove faster and faster.

There was a clang that hit an unknown pebble, and Cheng Fei was so frightened that he hugged the jar tightly, fearing that the bamboo shoots inside would be shaken.

Shao Tingfeng pursed his lips and silently slowed down the car.

He looked as unreliable as a novice driver, but the car drove very steadily, and Cheng Fei gradually dozed off.

In his daze, he suddenly heard Shao Tingfeng whisper: "The car is not mine."

Cheng Fei lazily opened a small slit in his eyelids: "Well, I understand, where did the poor cannon fodder get the luxury car?"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

He didn't understand the cannon fodder, but the little pitiful one understood.

After a moment of silence, Shao Tingfeng said quietly again: "I also have a bicycle."

Cheng Fei closed his eyes: "Well, cycling is good. It helps you exercise and strengthen your physique."

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Why is the reaction different from before?
To be continued...