Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 475 - 273: Does Jiang Yu’s Cooking Really Have Such Power? (Part 2)
"Have the cold dishes been made?"
"They’re all ready, six cold dishes, the usual ones we make, three portions of each dish, and they’ve been stored in the fridge."
Du Guangning nodded and said to Jiang Yu,
"I’ve already chopped the duck for the beer-braised duck and blanched it. I’ve also sliced the pork belly for the rice powder pork, but I haven’t marinated it yet. I’m mainly worried that the marinade I’ve prepared might not taste good."
Jiang Yu turned on the faucet, washed his hands clean, pulled a piece of kitchen paper to dry them, and said with a smile,
"Alright, when I start cooking, you can watch closely and learn."
Upon hearing this, Du Guangning’s eyes immediately lit up with joy, "Great!"
He’s not like those two apprentice chefs who have Jiang Yu, a master chef, right here but refuse to learn properly, always thinking about eating delicious food. Du Guangning wishes he could spend all twenty-four hours of the day by Jiang Yu’s side, learning all his culinary skills.
As a chef, if one doesn’t aspire to create dishes that make people ecstatic, then what’s the difference from being a salted fish?
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The School of Humanities at Jiang University, meeting room.
With the last graduate’s thesis defense concluded, the 2015 Philosophy Department graduation thesis defense at Jiang University College of Humanities has come to a successful end.
In a while, when the school holds the unified graduation ceremony, they will receive their bachelor’s degree certificates and embark on a new journey in life.
Even though they are not yet sure if they passed the defense, the students who have completed the defense are in high spirits, chattering away outside the corridor.
Hu Zhihai had completed his defense a few students ago. He planned to head straight back to the Seventh Dining Hall once it was over. However, a few girls who had finished before him insisted on keeping him from leaving:
"Why are you leaving so early? We’re all going to the Seventh Dining Hall later and need you to guide us!"
"Right, right! We should also call those who finished their defenses this morning and let them know!"
"Let’s have them wait at the school entrance. Once we head down, we’ll go straight to Jiang Yu’s place."
"..."
A few girls chirped away like little birds. Once the last student completed the defense and walked out of the meeting room, everyone was ready to head downstairs.
Seeing this, Hu Zhihai quickly shouted, "You guys go down first; I’m going to fetch Lao Chen!"
With that, he turned his head and ran towards the faculty advisor’s office.
"That fatty, what’s he so scared of? Maybe he doesn’t like girls?"
A girl muttered discontentedly.
Another girl burst into laughter upon hearing this, "Xiu Xiu, are you interested in Fatty Hu?"
"Oh, stop teasing. I might want to, but I’m doomed to not have the life of a wealthy wife."
Xiu Xiu sighed, and then she and the girls around her leaned on each other, giggling uncontrollably.
Hu Zhihai had no idea Xiu Xiu and the others were joking about him. He turned and ran into the faculty advisor’s office, familiarly approaching advisor Lao Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and said,
"Lao Chen, stop what you’re doing and come on, everyone is waiting!"
"Huh? Going so early?"
The students he’s been advising are about to graduate, and Lao Chen still has a lot to handle. He glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of the computer screen, realizing it was just past five, feeling a bit awkward,
"Isn’t it too early? I’m not even off work yet!
Why don’t you guys go first and chat among yourselves? There’s no rush for dinner, and I might not have much to do if I go early."
"We’re almost on break—what are you busy with? What you don’t finish today, just continue tomorrow."
Hu Zhihai didn’t care whether it was off work time or not, he reached over and turned off the computer screen, pulling Lao Chen to leave,
"Come on, come on, it’s more fun when everyone chats together!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Don’t pull me!"
Even though Lao Chen is young, his small build couldn’t withstand Hu Zhihai’s tugging. With a slight effort, he stumbled forward, frightened, and shouted,
"I’m going, I’m going, isn’t that enough?"
As soon as the two of them got downstairs, they found that most of the classmates were already there, gathered at the entrance, chatting lively.
To those unaware, it might have seemed like a gathering causing a disturbance.
Hu Zhihai walked over, took a quick glance, and loudly asked, "Is everyone here? If no one else is coming, then let’s head out!"
"The class president isn’t here. His grandma is in the hospital, and he rushed back after lunch. Oh, he’s already called Jiang Yu."
"Lao Qian also has something and can’t come. He’s spoken to Jiang Yu as well."
"Huh? Lao Wang isn’t here either! He Tao, where’s Lao Wang? I remember you had lunch together at noon!"
"..."
All eyes turned to He Tao, who had never been stared at by so many people. Though familiar, he still felt a bit anxious, awkwardly saying,
"Uh, Lao Wang, after lunch, he said he went home to pack up for a trip to Beijing..."
"Lao Wang’s re-exam for Jingcheng University’s Philosophy Department grad school didn’t pass today, it’s really unlucky!"
"He’s now heading to Beijing, planning to take the exam again next year? Talk about determination!"
"Nowadays even graduate schools are expanding their enrollment. Unless it’s a Ph.D., having a master’s isn’t that advantageous."
