Basile’s accent had reminded them of the dishes of Northeastern China that they wanted to taste.
Fortunately, there was a Northeastern restaurant on Jinbao street, not far away.
The seven students were sitting around a big table. Ye Dong was in charge of ordering.
As a big fellow from the Northeastern part of China, he was a better judge of the dishes of his hometown.
As soon as the dishes were served, they all seemed to lose their reserved manners. The girl from the student union was surprised by the scene before her.
“Hey you, Qin Guan! Pass me the sweet and sour pork! You’re so greedy! Loosen your chopsticks a bit.” Wang Lei and Qin Guan were fighting over a piece of sweet and sour pork.
“Ye Dong, will you eat the table with a handful of cumin? You are so greedy! I dare you to eat that last blood sausage! F*ck, you really ate it. If Ma Yun [1] offered you ten million yuan to eat sh*t, you’d eat until he went bankrupt.”
[1] Ma Yun: One of the richest men in China.
[2] For example:
Moon's down, crows cry and frost fills all the sky;
Sauted sweet corn with pine nuts and fried potato, green pepper and eggplant.
It was hard to understand if I translate them literally. So, I made a summary.
[3] Weizi: Nickname for Cong Nianwei.