Chapter 2

Qi Feng looked at the small bag of pickled vegetables in Dorm Leader Feng's hand, puzzled, and said, "Older Brother, didn't I say I would treat everyone to a big meal? Why did you bring a bag of pickled vegetables?"

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. As soon as the pickled vegetables were mentioned, Old Feng immediately had a wry smile, "This is considered aid for poverty alleviation."

It turned out that the cafeteria auntie saw Old Feng only getting rice and firmly refusing any dishes, and when he got two pounds of rice, she immediately started to imagine. Seeing Old Feng's slightly thin and small build, along with his tank top, shorts, and flip-flops (it was early autumn, and most people wore long sleeves, but Old Feng always had a good metabolism and was afraid of heat but not cold), she immediately imagined a hardworking and poor student. She insisted on adding some dishes to Old Feng's rice, saying that young people must not neglect their health and should not be embarrassed. Although the cafeteria was now contracted, it was still a responsible department for students. Blah, blah, blah. In the end, Old Feng had no choice but to reluctantly accept a small half-bag of pickled vegetables. Just as he was about to turn and leave without a word, he received countless disapproving looks, which made him unable to move. He had to turn back and thank the cafeteria auntie before he could escape the scene.

The dorm mates listened with a black line on their faces. Qi Feng held back for a long time before finally saying, "Why are all these strange things happening today?"

Only the fifth roommate, who pushed his glasses up, calmly said, "Do you guys not look up when you walk? There's a big banner outside. A leader is visiting the school today."

"Oh~... I see." Everyone suddenly understood.

"Stop it." Qi Feng clapped his hands and called for his roommates to sit down, "Let's start eating. The dishes just came out of the pot. They'll lose their flavor if they get cold. Hey? Where's Lao He? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Dorm Leader Feng waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about him. He's with Lily, enjoying the moonlight. He said he won't come back for dinner."

Speaking of which, Qi Feng and his roommates were in a science and engineering university, and they were in a science and engineering major. The male-to-female ratio was completely out of balance, almost ten to one. Among the few available (decent-looking) resources, Lao He, who could find a suitable girl in the same school, department, and major, was a living legend.

Since everyone was present, they all sat down and took out their rice bowls, ready to start eating.

"Wow!" As soon as the dishes were served, everyone exclaimed in surprise!

Dorm Leader Feng looked at the dishes on the table in disbelief, "Fengzi, where did you order this takeout from? It's so delicious!"

Qi Feng coughed and made up a story, "Actually, a friend of mine is planning to open a small restaurant and asked us to try the dishes first."

Old Ji from Northeast China was surprised, "You know someone who runs a restaurant in the capital? I haven't heard you mention it. But your friend's restaurant must be reliable; otherwise, I would think they put something in the food. How can a plate of mushrooms be so fresh?"

Qi Feng patted his chest, "I can't guarantee everything, but the ingredients are definitely genuine. The meat definitely doesn't have lean meat powder and has never been fed with feed; it's absolutely free-range! The vegetables have never been fertilized with chemical fertilizers; they are all fertilized with manure! The oil is also hand-pressed, so you don't have to worry about gutter oil. These dishes haven't even been seasoned with monosodium glutamate! From start to finish, they are all natural, and even the stove is a traditional wood-fired one." Jokingly, in that era, it was impossible to get chemical fertilizers and lean meat powder. Qi Feng himself had just realized that the skills of the Yuelai Inn were definitely good, but the taste was probably mostly due to the ingredients. Even modern organic food is grown and raised in a similar way, but the soil, water, and air in ancient times were completely unpolluted, which is something money can't buy.

Qi Feng's words surprised the roommates even more than the dishes. Seeing Qi Feng's determined look, they finally started to believe him.

"Wow, how much did this whole meal cost? No wonder it's so good." Old Feng immediately imagined, "Wait, could this be the legendary special supply product?"

Qi Feng continued to make up stories, "My friend didn't charge much..." Damn, how much is one tael of silver? Qi Feng secretly calculated in his mind. A 100-gram silver bar, Xiao Er said it was two and a half taels, so that's about one tael for 40 grams, and then multiplied by the current silver price... "It's about 150 yuan."

The roommates all shook their heads. These dishes were enough for five big guys (there were six in the dorm), and a casual street-side fast food meal would cost about the same. But such pure, natural, and green ingredients at this price were really just a token amount.

Everyone buried their heads in the dishes, and Qi Feng suddenly remembered the wine. He quickly brought it out, poured it into water glasses for everyone, and raised his glass, "This is their homemade wine. I don't know how it is, let's try it. Cheers!"

To be honest, Qi Feng didn't know much about wine. He took a sip and found it wasn't very spicy, seemingly not very strong. Dorm Leader Feng, who was known for being a "one-bottle-down" (beer), smelled it and tasted a little but didn't dare to drink more.

Among the roommates, only Old Ji from Northeast China was a fan of white wine. When they first met, Old Ji was in the dorm, drinking erguotou (a type of white wine) while doing advanced math problems, which left a deep impression on everyone. Qi Feng filled his glass to the brim, and he drank half of it in one go, nodding in appreciation, "It's not very strong, but it's quite smooth and has a good age. It's a good thing."

Without hesitation, Qi Feng pushed the wine bottle to Old Ji, "It's all yours, Old Ji." No one in the dorm would fight him for it.

After the meal, everyone was full and satisfied. Only Haozi, who had been eating quietly without speaking, sighed, "After this meal, how can I go to the cafeteria tomorrow..." Everyone was speechless.

Old Ji waved his hand, "No problem. If you can't stand it, go to Fengzi's friend's restaurant for a change. Anyway, let Fengzi use his face to get a discount."

Qi Feng was sweating, thinking that he needed to test whether he could bring living things through the time portal. For now, he would keep it a secret. He could only continue to make up stories, "It's a special supply for government agencies. I'll have him deliver it every few days, and the price will be the same."

150 yuan, averaging 30 yuan per person, was a great deal, but if they ate like this every day, it would cost 2000 yuan a month for food, so they could only treat themselves occasionally.

After the meal, Dorm Leader Feng, the top student, went to the library to study. Old Ji, Lao Wu (not the fifth in rank), and Haozi went to the internet cafe to play Counter-Strike, inviting Qi Feng to join them, "The guys from the next dorm lost last time and are challenging us. You use the 43 number the best, and without you, our mid-range firepower will suffer."

Qi Feng wanted to test his "superpower" while the dorm was empty, so he didn't go. He patted his laptop, "I need to try to fix this. You guys go ahead. Don't worry, Old Ji will be twice as strong with the wine. I believe in you guys."

After everyone left, Qi Feng went to the door to test the correct way to open the time portal. He opened and closed the dorm door dozens of times, finally getting a feel for it. It was a hard-to-describe sensation in his mind, but with more practice, he gradually became more proficient.

Holding the empty wine bottle that Old Ji had drunk, Qi Feng returned to the Yuelai Inn. It was already around 7 or 8 PM in the real world, but here it was still sunny.

"It seems the time is not synchronized."

Just as he was about to go in, Qi Feng suddenly saw a young man with a large green bag on his shoulder standing outside the inn. What caught Qi Feng's attention was the young man's appearance! His forehead was completely shaved, and his hair was cut to the top of his head, with a long braid at the back, clearly a Qing Dynasty person! But Qi Feng clearly remembered that the innkeeper, Xiao Er, and the few scattered guests he had seen earlier all had their hair and no braids. Could it be that he had eaten a meal that spanned several hundred years, and now it was the Qing Dynasty?

Qi Feng quickly took the wine bottle and went into the inn. Before he could look around, Xiao Er came up to him, "Oh, sir, you are a man of your word. You came all the way back to return the wine bottle from yesterday."

Huh? It had only been one day? Looking at Xiao Er, he hadn't changed. Qi Feng didn't know where to start, and after stammering for a while, he pointed to the door, "What's going on with that young man?"

Xiao Er answered naturally, "Oh! He's a traveling merchant. He often sets up a stall here."

"His hair?"

Xiao Er was a bit confused, "What about his hair?"

Well, he couldn't explain it to him. Qi Feng steeled himself and asked directly, "What dynasty is it now? Who is the emperor?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. Xiao Er scratched his head, "Oh, right. What dynasty is it now?" He turned and called out loudly, "Boss, what dynasty is it now?"

From the counter came a scolding voice, "How should I know? Go serve your customers! What are you doing loitering at the door?"

Xiao Er, hearing the scolding, ran back to work, leaving Qi Feng standing there, stunned. Well! There was someone even more clueless than himself! No wonder it was a small inn in the mountains, far from the capital, where the innkeeper didn't even know who ruled the land. Qi Feng felt it would be better to ask the young man at the door. He turned and went out of the inn.

Qi Feng bowed to the young man with the bag, "What's your name, young man?"

The traveling merchant perked up at the sight of a potential customer, "Just call me Xiao Bao! I have many rare treasures that are hard to find in the world. I don't do business with ordinary people, but seeing your noble appearance, you must be a connoisseur! Why don't you take a look?"

Qi Feng felt this scene was strangely familiar. He stared at the merchant for a long time and suddenly realized it was familiar. The merchant selling goods at the inn door... He suddenly remembered, "Are you from Yangzhou?"

"Ah?" The young man was taken aback by Qi Feng's sudden question, "Ah, yes, I'm from Yangzhou."

Qi Feng exclaimed, "Are you Duke Wei?"

This exclamation startled the young man, who quickly covered Qi Feng's mouth, "Shh! Keep it down." He looked around nervously and then relaxed a bit, looking at Qi Feng with suspicion, "Do you know me?"

A thousand mythical creatures roared in Qi Feng's mind, "I thought I had traveled back to ancient times, but it turns out this is the Jin Yong Legends! No wonder this scene looks familiar!"

No doubt about it, it was that very old game, Jin Yong Legends, which Qi Feng had played when he first started middle school.

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