Song Yan took a few steps down and realized that the people below hadn’t started eating yet.
Tong Wen was greeting the only customer there, while Xia Ping and the others were gathered around Meng Chuyue, watching her serve noodles.
Tong Wen swallowed hard, "Yueyue... Teacher, what kind of noodles are these today? How come they’re different from before?"
Meng Chuyue scooped some fried meat sauce into a bowl that was already half-filled with noodles, topped with finely shredded cucumber, cooked green peas, cooked soybeans, chopped green onions, and more, then handed it to her, "You have to mix it well before eating. This is Zhajiangmian, and most of this sauce is fresh meat."
As she spoke, she quickly scooped sauce for the other noodle bowls, signaling others to take them, mix, and eat the noodles.
Xia Ping was the first one to mix hers. After taking a bite, she closed her eyes and said nothing, her face full of enjoyment.
After Tong Wen sent the customer off, she grinned and poked Xia Ping’s arm, "Sit tight, sit tight, don’t forget, we have other classmates here today."
Xia Ping immediately sat up straight, then said confidently, "I’m not exaggerating, but these Zhajiangmian are really, really, really delicious. Yueyue, the cost for one bowl of these noodles must be quite high, right?"
"Um, at least ten yuan’s worth of ingredients," Meng Chuyue said what sounded like an exaggeration, but it wasn’t.
The noodles made of space wheat flour, the sauce made from space soybeans, space cucumbers, soybeans, green peas, bean sprouts, scallions, sesame oil from space sesame—all cost more than ten yuan.
Moreover, Zhajiangmian is dry, so it uses more ingredients than soup noodles.
Song Yan thought Meng Chuyue must have gone crazy thinking about money.
However, today’s noodles were free, and they smelled oddly delicious. When it was his turn, he didn’t refuse; after mixing, he took just a tiny bite.
Then, his mind was full of "damn": How on earth did Meng Chuyue make these noodles? Aren’t they a little too delicious?
No, there had to be a problem; these noodles definitely had a problem—could they contain some kind of illegal substance?
He put down his bowl and bluntly questioned Meng Chuyue, "Is there... that kind of stuff in this? Otherwise, how could it be so tasty?"
Tong Wen and Xia Ping were gobsmacked: Is this kid dumb?
The others were taken aback by Song Yan’s words, all stopping their chopsticks. For the moment, they said nothing and just stared at Meng Chuyue.
Meng Chuyue looked at Song Yan as if he were an idiot, "Why would I put that kind of stuff in the noodles? To hurt you? If I wanted to do that, it’d be easier to just put it in the fruit salad."
Her words suddenly made Xu Zhan’s thoughts clear, "The noodles you make use high-quality ingredients, so that’s why you said the cost is at least ten yuan, right?"
"Congratulations, you’re not an idiot. Song Yan, aren’t you worrying a little late? Don’t forget, you’ve eaten my high-quality fruits before. Haven’t you ever suspected those fruits also contain that kind of stuff?"
Ah, this time, it was a big embarrassment.
Right, how could he have forgotten about the high-quality fruits?
It’s impossible for illegal substances to uniformly penetrate fruits, so there was no issue with Meng Chuyue’s high-quality fruits.
If her fruits could be delicious, naturally so could her noodles.
His face went red and he looked down to apologize, "Sorry, I was foolish. I take back what I said earlier."
Meng Chuyue nodded, "No problem, everyone eat up before it gets cold."
Everyone finished quickly.
Several girls remarked that, although a bit too little, their stomachs were truly full.
A few boys felt they had only eaten half-full, or even just 30% full, but Meng Chuyue made only one bowl per person, leaving no option for seconds, so they had to resort to buying fruit.
By twelve-thirty, Song Zhiting brought lunch for the three kids.
He and the two other parents had agreed to take turns dropping off and picking up the kids, and also to take turns providing lunch.
Because other kids were eating with them, Song Zhiting didn’t skimp on this meal.
A plate of stir-fried eel, a plate of braised chicken, a plate of tomato and scrambled eggs, plus a bowl of pork braised with green beans.