Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 433 - 262: "Jiang Yu" Means "Gourmet Food"_4

The most important thing is, if Vice Dean Jiang Gaozhe and others find out, they might think he’s dissatisfied with the arrangements from their institute!

Though he’s got a bad temper and speaks bluntly, he’s not stupid enough to do something so obviously offensive.

He got up very early, and the other rooms next door were all quiet.

Last night, he ultimately didn’t go to Professor Hans’ house to attend the academic salon, and he felt somewhat regretful. Engaging in direct exchange with Professor Hans, having his academic views collide with the other’s thoughts, what a rare opportunity it was.

Unfortunately, why did he have to embarrass himself in front of so many people at yesterday’s conference?

He struggled for quite a while last night and finally didn’t have the courage to face this matter, so naturally, he felt embarrassed to go to Professor Hans’ house.

The experts and professors who attended the academic salon last night must have chatted happily and gained a lot, right?

Otherwise, how could they still be so quiet this morning?

Everyone presumably got more and more excited as they talked last night, uncontrollably drank a lot, and only returned to rest very late, which is why they couldn’t get up early this morning.

However, it doesn’t matter even if they get up late; today’s activities are scheduled to officially start at nine o’clock in the morning.

Shaking his head, Professor Qin Zhiyuan couldn’t help but sigh, deciding not to dwell on these unhappy thoughts.

The delicious Jiangzhou mixed rice noodles and soup dumplings were waiting for him at the Seventh Dining Hall, so why not be a little happier?

Leaving the Taoyuan Conference Hall, he didn’t encounter any acquaintances along the way, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. Following a slightly secluded path he discovered yesterday, he walked quickly and soon arrived at the Seventh Dining Hall.

Just like during dinner last night, although it hadn’t opened yet, students were everywhere inside and outside the dining hall, a long line extending from inside to the road outside, continuing to stretch outward.

Some students were whispering, while others, with headphones on and an English vocabulary list in hand, were silently memorizing words while queueing, unwilling to waste any time.

Seeing this scene, Qin Zhiyuan couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional, recalling his own university days.

Back then, he was the first person from his village to go to university, and many in his class, like him, came from rural areas.

People today probably can’t imagine how precious the opportunity to study was for students back then.

Every day after dinner, reading under streetlights or with a flashlight was something every student in their class did.

Now students have better environments and conditions in every aspect, but though there are diligent and motivated students, more people indulge in pleasures.

Shaking his head, Qin Zhiyuan stopped thinking about these matters and turned to enter the dining hall.

Before long, the dining hall officially opened. Qin Zhiyuan bought a basket of soup dumplings, a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork congee, and also ordered two braised duck wings, then happily carried the tray to the dining area to find a seat.

He didn’t get mixed rice noodles, though he had long heard that a large part of its "credit" went to Jiang Yu, and it tasted quite delicious, but he wasn’t accustomed to eating such dry rice noodles early in the morning.

After sitting down, he was too lazy to mind the noisy students around him. He picked up his spoon, placed a steaming soup dumpling on it, and carefully bit a small hole near his mouth.

Qin Zhiyuan pursed his lips and gently sucked in a little. Just that small sip made his eyes light up with a "whoosh"!

From afar, it seemed as if two mini searchlights were shining...