The number of faculty and staff dining on the first floor of the Seventh Dining Hall isn’t considered small, especially among those young individuals who haven’t started families yet. Since their age difference with students isn’t significant, they naturally don’t mind sitting and eating together with them.
What’s more, even so senior school officials, like Xiong Bingsheng and Niu Wenlin, often co to the first floor to satisfy their cravings.
However, since it wasn’t quite the end of office hours yet, there weren’t many people lined up at the staff-only counter, just five or six people, and it was soon Qin Zhiyuan’s turn.
The part-ti student working at the counter, responsible for serving als to the staff, gave Qin Zhiyuan a curious look, finding him unfamiliar but didn’t suspect anything. After all, soone of Qin Zhiyuan’s age wouldn’t likely pretend to be a school teacher just for a al.
With a smile, the part-tir asked, "Teacher, what would you like to eat?"
Qin Zhiyuan glanced at the over ten dishes displayed at the counter, a mix of at and vegetarian dishes, all exuding a delicious aroma. Overwheld by choice, he hesitated for a while before awkwardly asking,
"Um, could you recomnd sothing? Which dishes were made by Master Jiang Yu?"
"Made by Senior Brother Jiang?"
The part-tir was taken aback, sowhat confused, and responded,
"None of these dishes were made by Senior Brother Jiang. He’s currently upstairs on the second floor entertaining guests."
"Ah? This..."
Qin Zhiyuan was caught off guard.
How could this be? Could the information he got earlier have been false?
"I heard that so dishes were made by Jiang Yu?"
"That used to be the case, but now that the second-floor restaurant is open, Senior Brother Jiang spends most of his ti upstairs, only occasionally coming down to cook in person."
Now the part-tir started to doubt whether this old gentleman in front of him was actually from the school. Otherwise, how could he not know this?
But seeing the refined deanor of this old man, the student wasn’t entirely sure.
After pondering for a mont, he said,
"Still, several of the dishes here follow recipes left by Senior Brother Jiang, like the stead pork ribs in black bean sauce, braised chicken feet with preserved vegetables, and the mushroom chicken, all of which are as delicious as ever. It’s said that these were taught to our Brother Lu by Senior Brother Jiang himself."
Although Qin Zhiyuan found it hard to believe anyone’s cooking could match Jiang Yu’s, he was already in a dilemma.
He couldn’t go to the second floor to eat either, so he reluctantly nodded and said,
"Alright, please serve this dish. Oh, and please add two portions of rice, thank you!"
"You’re welco."
In no ti, the part-tir swiftly served Qin Zhiyuan his al and presented it to him.
Qin Zhiyuan paid for his al, took the tray filled with food and rice, grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the sterilization cabinet nearby, and found a random empty seat in the dining area to sit down.
The three dishes on the tray indeed slled wonderful and looked quite tempting. If these dishes were made by Jiang Yu himself, they must be delicious, right?
Unfortunately, these dishes weren’t made by Jiang Yu.
Shaking his head, Qin Zhiyuan stopped overthinking, picked up a piece of rib with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and took a bite. Instantly, his eyes widened!
This, this, this, these ribs are just too delicious!
With just a gentle bite, the at separated from the bone, yet it was tender, juicy, and flavorful, full of the rich aroma of black beans, tantalizing his taste buds!
After a brief mont of surprise, Qin Zhiyuan quickly devoured the piece of rib.
Without pausing, he reached for another piece of rib and continued to eat voraciously, resembling a famished wanderer who’d finally gotten a al after days without food.
As he indulged, Qin Zhiyuan couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy towards the students at Jiang University:
These students are truly fortunate to be able to enjoy such a rare delicacy every day.
Once he leaves Jiang University tomorrow, where could he find such delicious food again?
Thinking of this, an inexplicable sense of loss filled Qin Zhiyuan’s heart.
At that mont, he felt that these als on his tray were so precious that he almost didn’t want to finish them too quickly.
Therefore, amidst the surrounding students who were gulping down their als, Qin Zhiyuan’s slow and deliberate chewing stood out distinctly...
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