Taoyuan Conference Hall, first floor buffet restaurant.
After waking up, Professor Liang and Professor Lu, among others, freshened up a little and headed to the buffet restaurant for breakfast, discussing the academic issues they didn’t get a chance to finish last night.
Last night, a group of experts and professors with significant influence in the dostic bioscience field gathered at Professor Hans’ ho for an academic salon, which in itself is sothing worth writing extensively about.
While chatting, Professor Qian from Jinling University suddenly sighed and regrettably said:
"It’s a pity that Professor Qin didn’t join the academic discussion last night. His research on the chanisms of depression and drug chanisms is quite authoritative. If he’d been there, the discussion on this topic might have been more intense."
"Yes, indeed. Lao Qin’s research in this area is quite in-depth. Earlier this year, he published a paper on depression in the ’Nature Communications’ journal. I read it, and it was quite substantial."
Professor Liang picked up a at bun and took a bite while speaking. Suddenly, he looked up, glanced around, and asked with a puzzled expression,
"Huh? Where is Lao Qin? Why hasn’t he co for breakfast yet?"
"I haven’t seen him all morning, not sure if he’s up yet."
Professor Lu put the tea egg he just peeled into his porridge, shook his head, and said,
"Logically, he shouldn’t be late. He didn’t go to Professor Hans’ place last night, so he should’ve slept much earlier than us."
"Lao Qin, always so elusive!"
Professor Liang laughed silently. He just asked casually and, seeing no one knew, didn’t bother to ask further. After all, they’re all on Jiang University campus; where else could he be?
There’s still a whole day of academic exchange activities today. He certainly wouldn’t sneak away early.
Moreover, even if sothing ca up at his school requiring him to leave early, he’d certainly inform the event organizers.
"Right, where were we in our discussion?
Oh, yes, we were talking about the chanism of depression. Regarding this issue, I recently read a new research paper in the ’Journal of the Arican dical Association’..."
While Professor Liang and Professor Lu were in the Taoyuan Conference Hall, having breakfast and talking about the subjects they didn’t finish discussing last night,
on the other side, Qin Zhiyuan sat in the dining area on the first floor of the Seventh Dining Hall, having already finished a stear of soup dumplings, a portion of preserved egg and lean at congee, and two hot marinated duck wings.
In the anti, he belched contentedly.
Though Qin Zhiyuan didn’t say a word, the satisfaction on his face was almost overflowing; anyone could see that he was in such a joyful mood that it seed he might burst into song at any mont.
This food in the Seventh Dining Hall is just too delicious!
Whether on the first floor or the second floor, everything he’s eaten is so delicious it nearly makes him want to fly.
Perhaps the second floor has a slightly better ambiance, fewer people, and slightly more refined dishes than the first, but in terms of taste, it’s not much different.
Anyway, Qin Zhiyuan felt that with his palate, he couldn’t distinguish a difference; everything was so tasty and unforgettable.
So flavorful, it leaves a lasting impression.
And then a very real question presented itself to him:
This afternoon at four, the academic exchange event hosted by Jiang University School of Life Sciences will end, and he has already booked his return flight before arriving here, scheduled for seven tonight.
Once he returns to his school, it will indeed be difficult to enjoy the food from the Seventh Dining Hall again.
So what should he do?
Sitting in a corner of the dining area, Qin Zhiyuan gazed at the bustling dining hall, at the students with bright smiles and sparkling eyes, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy once more.
These students are truly fortunate, getting to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall every day...
No, it’s not just the students who are fortunate, the teachers at Jiang University are also very lucky. They can enjoy the food here anyti, and there’s even a window dedicated just for staff!
Qin Zhiyuan had previously inquired that people like Dean Shen Wenhe and Associate Dean Jiang Gaozhe seldom co to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall; they mostly eat at ho.
Only those who are fresh graduates, newly hired faculty at Jiang University, live on campus and prefer not to cook, would naturally eat in the dining hall.
Therefore, even though there’s only one window for staff at the Seventh Dining Hall, not many co to get their als.
This is sothing Qin Zhiyuan felt was unfortunate for Shen Wenhe and Jiang Gaozhe, having such delicious food available and still opting to go ho!
If he were a teacher at Jiang University, only a fool would go ho to eat those bland and tasteless dishes; he’d surely co to the Seventh Dining Hall for all three als!
Being able to eat such delicious food every day, that’s what real happiness is!
This sudden thought startled Qin Zhiyuan:
"Why did I imagine myself as a teacher at Jiang University? That’s so ridiculous! What kind of institution is Jiang University compared to my Huazhong Agricultural University, they’re not even on the sa level!
Only if I had a hole in my head would I leave Huazhong Agricultural University to join such an ordinary university!"
Just as Qin Zhiyuan suppressed this thought, another thought popped up:
"Does that an Professor Hans has a hole in his head?"
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