Siheyuan, don't yell at me

A small stall quietly appeared outside the Moscow Institute of Physics and Engineering.

The stall was converted from a small cart with a coal stove on it and an oil pan on top of it.

The stall owner wore a fur hat that covered most of his face and had a moustache.

Sitting on a stool, taking the freshly-fried spring rolls, taking big bites.

This man was none other than He Dalu from Nanluoguxiang in disguise.

Crossing my legs, shaking them, eating spring rolls and basking in the sun.

Two Russians walked to He Daqing's stall curiously.

"Comrade, what are you selling?

I saw you eating delicious food over there, how much is it?"

He Daqing raised his eyelids and glanced at the person who came.

“This thing is too expensive, you can’t afford it.

Get out of the way, stand further away, and don't disturb me from basking in the sun."

The Russian clenched his fists and widened his eyes.

"Do you believe I smashed your stall?"

He Daqing took a butcher knife and slammed it on the chopping board.

A wicked smile on his face.

"Do you believe it or not? I will stab you to death with one knife."

The Russian grabbed his friend's hand and backed away, shouting.

"Don't stop me. I'm going to beat him to death."

The other Russian guy was speechless.

How did I stop you? It was you who pulled my hand.

He Daqing sneered and ignored the embarrassing thing.

Master He Daqing is here to gather intelligence, not to take care of the working people.

How can these poor old Russians, with their shabby clothes, afford to eat my spring rolls?

He Daqing didn't want to make such a small fortune. He mainly set up this small stall because he heard that Vice President Paul liked to eat fried food.

In order to avoid people coming up to ask the price, He Daqing simply hung up a sign.

One ruble, two spring rolls.

The average person only earns one ruble a day, so this price is absolutely outrageous.

No matter what people said, He Daqing remained unmoved.

Seeing that it was almost time to go home from school, He Daqing slowly got busy, slowly making bread and spring rolls.

In the hot oil pan, there are seven or eight yellow spring rolls lying, bubbling all over.

A car came out of the college, and sitting in the car was Vice President Paul, whom He Daqing had been thinking about.

He Daqing took the iron net and scooped it into the oil pan, and eight golden spring rolls came out of the pan.

Suddenly, the aroma of oil filled the air.

The stall occupied by He Daqing was carefully selected.

I bought it from another small vendor for two rubles and a fist as big as a casserole.

Vice President Paul's car-riding habits allowed him to see this place at a glance.

The car was approaching slowly, getting closer and closer.

He Daqing could even roughly count the few remaining hairs on Vice President Paul's head.

The car drove slowly past the stall without any intention of stopping.

He Daqing was confused. Was it because the spring rolls he fried were not fragrant enough?

Or did Dean Paul's appetite change? Or did he just eat too much?

It seems that this method doesn't work, we have to try other ways.

By the way, I heard that this old pervert likes to watch naked women solving two-dimensional equations on the blackboard.

Damn, this old guy is still playing tricks.

Do I really need to find a beautiful woman who is willing to devote herself to science?

Not to mention that such a beautiful woman is hard to find. Even if there is one, I, He Daqing, am very extravagant. Why should she be given to an old man like Paul?

Oh, it’s really worrying.

Just as He Daqing was sighing, the car stopped ten meters away.

The car door opened, and a 1.5-meter-tall dwarf with mixed hair got out of the car. It was Vice President Paul himself.

Vice President Paul trimmed the few remaining hairs on his head, sniffed his nose, and walked towards He Daqing's stall.

Looking at the spring rolls on the stall, Vice President Paul licked his lips and scratched the hair on his head, like a spiritual monkey.

He took out a ruble from his pocket and handed it to He Daqing.

"Comrade, give me two spring rolls."

He Daqing didn't take the money. Instead, he picked up a spring roll and started biting it, making a crunching sound.

"You don't have enough money. One spring roll is one dollar."

Vice President Paul pointed at the wooden sign in front of He Daqing's stall.

"Comrade, it's clearly written on your sign: one ruble for two spring rolls."

Although Vice President Paul's monthly salary is dozens of times that of ordinary people, it is as much as 1,500 rubles.

But Vice President Paul, the expenses are also huge. It is very expensive for a beautiful woman to solve a two-dimensional equation naked.

You can buy two for one ruble, so why break the rules?

He Daqing took the wooden sign and scribbled on it twice with chalk.

The words on the wooden sign became, one ruble, one spring roll.

“Well, old comrade, the price has gone up now.

Do you want to buy it? If not, please don’t delay my business.”

After He Daqing finished speaking, he picked up another spring roll and started biting it, making a crackling sound.

Vice Dean Paul was so angry that his hair stood on end. However, when he saw so many students around him looking at him, he took a deep breath and did not lose his temper.

I am a highly respected vice president. I cannot be like this bear-like thing, losing my face for a ruble.

Besides, the spring rolls fried by this bear thing are so delicious. If I don’t buy some, he will eat all of them.

Thinking of this, Vice President Paul stopped caring and said:

"Okay, one is enough. Give me one."

He Daqing reached out to take a ruble, took a spring roll and put it in Paul's hand.

The spring rolls are still hot right out of the pan.

Paul felt his palms burning hot, and immediately tossed the spring rolls back and forth between his left and right hands like performing an acrobatic trick.

It took Paul a while to hold the spring roll steadily, and he looked at He Daqing with unfriendly eyes.

Cursing in my heart:

Yellow-skinned pig, how dare you play tricks on me?

They dare to sell them for one ruble each, why don’t you just go and grab them?

Humph, if these spring rolls don’t taste good, I’ll call the school guards over to smash your stall and break your legs.

Wow, this spring roll is crispy, yellow and slightly burnt, it looks really good.

Vice President Paul smelled the spring roll and gently put it in his mouth.

This, what does this smell like?

The crispy spring roll skin, the elasticity of the shredded pork, and the crispy and fresh bean sprouts.

Fresh, fragrant, crispy and crunchy, it is so delicious that you will not want to eat more.

Paul took big bites of the spring rolls, making a crunching sound, just like He Daqing just now.

After finishing a spring roll, Paul even licked the oil off his fingers.

"My dear comrade, your spring rolls really don't taste good.

No wonder you dare to sell them for one ruble each.

I want the remaining three spring rolls too. Wrap them in oil paper for me."

He Daqing nodded slightly, feeling very happy about the old man's praise.

"That's right, my spring rolls are of great origin.

To be honest, my ancestors were members of the Tatar royal family, and this is a royal secret recipe.

What you are eating is not just ordinary spring rolls, you are eating the history of the rise and fall of the royal family for thousands of years..."