The restaurant closest to Building 6 is Restaurant No. 3. When Shen Yue and Si Chengyou arrived, there were already many people in the restaurant.
Different from the exquisite environment of Restaurant No. 1, Restaurant No. 3 only has a few high-end private rooms, and the rest are located directly in the lobby.
The dining table in Restaurant No. 3 is only half the size of the dining table in Restaurant No. 1. In contrast, it can accommodate more prisoners to dine at the same time.
Restaurant No. 1 is mostly where prisoners and their protectors dine in Building No. 1, or on the upper floors of other buildings. Occasionally, there will be murder rituals like the one Shen Yue first saw in Restaurant No. 1, where only a few people in the prison can get involved. field.
Restaurant No. 3 is more tolerant, and because it is closest to Building 6, there are often sick prisoners. Therefore, Restaurant No. 3 will always have some light meals.
Now is the peak period for eating, and there are long queues in front of every window.
Si Chengyou did not go to the window to line up, but just asked Shen Yue to find a place to sit down. Soon, someone came to Si Chengyou and gave Shen Yue and him a menu each for them to order.
Si Chengyou simply ordered one meat, one vegetable and a bowl of rice, while Shen Yue ordered a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and a portion of chili sauce.
Si Chengyou watched Shen Yue ordering food, without saying anything or interfering.
Just after Shen Yue ordered the meal, she asked casually, "Do you know the origin of eight-treasure porridge?"
Shen Yue shook her head. No one had ever told her about this kind of thing, and even if she knew it, it would be meaningless.
Seeing Shen Yue shaking his head, Si Chengyou continued to talk to himself, "Laba porridge is also called eight-treasure porridge. There is a legend: Zhu Yuanzhang once begged for food in his early years. One year on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he had not eaten for several days. He was hungry and cold, and suddenly he saw a mouse getting into a hole. He wanted to catch the mouse, so he dug the mouse hole. He found some rice, beans and other grains inside, so he cooked a pot of porridge to avoid death from cold and hunger. After becoming the emperor, he would cook porridge and eat it every eighth day of the twelfth lunar month as a souvenir, which also meant remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet."
Shen Yue listened to Si Chengyou telling this story without any reaction. She just stared at the table in front of her and didn't know what she was thinking.
Si Chengyou asked again, "Do you have any thoughts on this story?"
Shen Yue answered honestly, "No."
"Do you think this is just a meaningless story?"
"yes."
Si Chengyou smiled softly and said in a tone that could make people relax unconsciously, "Not every story needs meaning, and not everything needs purpose. Sometimes you don't have to do something. To achieve some goal, I just want to do it.”
Shen Yue didn't understand why Si Chengyou said this to her, but she felt no malice or calculation from Si Chengyou's words, so she nodded.
Soon, Shen Yue's eight-treasure porridge and chili sauce were delivered to the table.
The eight-treasure porridge is sweet, but the chili sauce is spicy. This combination seems strange.
But Shen Yue was expressionlessly eating the eight-treasure porridge and the chili peppers.
Sweetness is a taste. Shen Yue didn't know that she liked sweetness, but Martha helped her find her favorite taste.
Spicy is a kind of pain. Shen Yue couldn't eat spicy food at first, so Martha often used chili peppers to tease her. Over time, Shen Yue found that her tolerance to chili peppers had also increased.
She used to feel uncomfortable when she touched the chili peppers, but now she didn't feel any discomfort when eating them. Instead, she really enjoyed the pain that filled her mouth.
Si Chengyou quietly observed Shen Yue for a while and then asked, "There should be other side dishes to go with the porridge, why did you only order chili sauce?"
Shen Yue swallowed the porridge in her mouth and learned how to use it, "I just want to do this."
Si Chengyou paused while picking up the vegetables, then answered naturally, "You learn quickly."
Shen Yue hummed, and after finishing the porridge in the bowl, she began to stare at Si Chengyou motionlessly.
Si Chengyou was stared at by such eyes, but he remained undisturbed and continued to eat his meal elegantly, as if the place he was staying in was not a prison restaurant but the most exclusive dinner party.
Shen Yue felt that there were eyes constantly falling on her, but very few eyes fell on Si Chengyou. She didn't know whether they were afraid or unwilling.
Shen Yue also discovered that from the time Si Chengyou sat here, only the prisoners in Building 5 would pass by her, while the prisoners in other buildings would mostly choose to avoid Si Chengyou.
In other words, at least to the prisoners in Building 5, Si Chengyou is not a scary existence.
However, now that Shen Yue had stared at Si Chengyou for a long time, another question that she wanted to know more appeared in her mind.
She asked, "Si Chengyou, why do you chew the same number of times for each bite?"
Shen Yue had been paying attention to Si Chengyou's every move, including which prisoner he looked at and what position on his face changed at which moment. She remembered it all in her mind.
After she observed all the data fed back by Si Chengyou's body just now, she found that the most interesting thing was Si Chengyou's number of chews and chewing speed.
To achieve every bite to be exactly the same, it must have been accurately controlled. Shen Yue wanted to know why.
Just like Si Chengyou said, she can't just remember, she needs to know why in order to judge when to do what.
Si Chengyou was a little surprised that Shen Yue discovered the frequency of chewing that he deliberately controlled so quickly, but what surprised him even more was that Shen Yue had a thirst for knowledge.
The transformation from mechanical memory to actively asking why took only half a day.
Sure enough, there is a great possibility in Shen Yue, as long as he guides Shen Yue well...
Si Chengyou put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, then looked at Shen Yue seriously and said, "The general chewing speed is 70-80 times/min. The average time required for a chewing cycle is 0.875 seconds. The teeth are in contact with each other. The average time is 0.2 seconds.
The location of missing teeth, the functional contact area of the teeth, periodontal tissue, temporomandibular joint disease, oral soft tissue defects, inflammation, traumatic sequelae, systemic diseases or the weak can cause degenerative changes in muscles, thereby affecting chewing. Efficiency. Excessive fatigue, mental stress and poor chewing habits can also affect efficiency.
I will judge a person's physical characteristics by his chewing speed and habits. For me, I will also avoid leaking my own information because of this, so I control the chewing speed and frequency."
Shen Yue's eyes flashed. Although she had always felt that Si Chengyou was a very dangerous man, now, at this moment, it was the first time that she intuitively realized how terrifying Si Chengyou was.
She could remember what Si Chengyou said, but she couldn't analyze it like Si Chengyou did, or even use it to restrain herself.
Si Chengyou looked at Shen Yue's expression and seemed to see what she was thinking. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the table gently to regain Shen Yue's attention, "This kind of thing is not difficult for you. You just need to remember enough details first and then practice. Do you want to learn?"
"think."
Si Chengyou asked again, "Is it out of your own will?"
Shen Yue was stunned for a moment. This was the first time someone had emphasized his will to her.
Yes, she listens to her sister and Martha, but does she listen to Si Chengyou on this matter?
No, this time, she listened to herself.
"Well, I want to learn."
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I will write a small climax soon. I have to struggle with the content in the past two days and make up for the missing chapters the day after tomorrow.