CHAPTER 144: CHAPTER 144: THE FOOD AT THE SEVENTH DINING HALL IS DELICIOUS, BUT DON’T COME LIGHTLY

"I’ve already got the food!"

The young man placed a full tray of food on the table and set the live-streaming phone a little further away, ensuring both he and the food were in the frame.

He grinned and said, "To be honest, this food really smells amazing, the enticing aroma even makes me doubt whether the cafeteria food I ate back in university wasn’t actually mixed with pig feed.

In a word, just from the smell, you know they’re not on the same level.

No wonder so many students love eating at the Seventh Dining Hall.

Look at this—"

Saying this, he picked up the phone again and slowly panned around the dining area,

"See that? Almost every student has a big plate of food in front of them, and the way they’re eating, wolfing down like there’s no tomorrow, I’ve never seen students eat with such gusto!

Isn’t it said that today’s students lack exercise, just staying in dorms playing games all day, so their appetites aren’t great?

Look at the students at Jiangzhou University, which one of them looks like they have a poor appetite?

I honestly think if I had lined up a bit later, I might not even have been able to get any food, they would have eaten it all!

These aren’t students, they’re basically a swarm of locusts!"

Shaking his head, the young man was a bit speechless. He picked up his chopsticks, wiped them with a napkin, and said to the camera,

"Alright, I won’t say more. After talking so long, I’m getting hungry too, especially since this food smells so good that I’m really craving it. I’ll dig in first and tell you all about it after tasting it!"

Saying this, he turned his head, picked up a piece of braised meat, and took a bite.

With just that bite, he momentarily froze, then his hands started moving much faster as he shoveled rice into his mouth.

The movement was so fast it was like seeing an afterimage...

On the other side, Feng Leqing was also burying his face in the tray, taking large, hearty bites of the food, with an expression of enjoyment and satisfaction on his face.

Unlike the young man doing the live stream, he didn’t have much to say, but his actions spoke louder than any words could.

The food at Seventh Dining Hall was really too delicious!

In Feng Leqing’s eyes, no words could describe such wonderful flavor; only those who have tasted it themselves can truly understand its incomparable taste.

As for those who tirelessly slander the food at Seventh Dining Hall...

Feng Leqing thought it was a waste of breath to even argue; they are just pitiful people.

Because they simply don’t know what true deliciousness is!

...

"Friends, please forgive my limited vocabulary, I really can’t describe how delicious the food at Seventh Dining Hall is."

The young man doing the live stream had finished eating, and the tray in front of him, once piled high, was now empty, not even a grain of rice left; all eaten by him.

At this moment, he leaned back in his chair, gently rubbing his slightly bloated belly, and said a bit sheepishly,

"I can only say that Seventh Dining Hall’s food truly lives up to its reputation; it’s the best I’ve ever had!

Once you eat here, you’ll never forget the taste, and it will stay in your heart.

Trust me, don’t come casually, or else when you go back, you’ll miss the food here every day, and you might cry from thinking about it!"

After seriously warning everyone, the young man added,

"Alright, comrades, I need to find a place to stay; there’s no way I’m leaving until I’ve had my fill at Seventh Dining Hall.

This live stream ends here; see you again if we have the chance!"

He closed the video and let out a long breath.

Honestly, he wasn’t a shill; he was just an ordinary netizen.

After successfully booking a spot through Jiangzhou University’s official video account, he came to Seventh Dining Hall out of curiosity to taste the food.

Initially, he thought this trip to Jiangzhou would probably be a "flop," so he spontaneously started a live stream, not expecting the outcome to be such a surprise.

He realized that this time he had stumbled upon a treasure; over the years, he’d traveled to countless places and eaten many so-called delicacies, but none could compare to Seventh Dining Hall’s.

But no matter what, since he was already at the school, he definitely wouldn’t leave easily.

He could leave, sure, but only after he’s had enough to eat!

As for where to stay?

If you’ve got the money, there’s no need to worry about accommodation; isn’t there a Taoyuan Conference Hall right next to Seventh Dining Hall?

Never mind anything else for now, just book a room for a month first!

Feeling satisfied, the young man walked out the door of Seventh Dining Hall and headed to Taoyuan Conference Hall.

Meanwhile, Feng Leqing still sat in the corner, pondering how he could get the owner of Seventh Dining Hall to let him stay.

To be honest, before coming to the Seventh Dining Hall, Feng Leqing always felt confident and believed he should easily be able to stay.

Maybe, in his subconscious, he thought the Seventh Dining Hall was inferior to a big restaurant. No matter how delicious the food was, cafeteria meals were ultimately just cafeteria meals and couldn’t reach the same level.

Under such subconscious influence, Feng Leqing thought he could "reach up" to the Seventh Dining Hall, just to stay as an apprentice. He had been an apprentice at a restaurant, so why not at a university cafeteria?

However, after tasting the food at the Seventh Dining Hall, he woke up immediately.

He suddenly understood that university cafeterias are indeed not as good as big restaurants, but this doesn’t include the Seventh Dining Hall.

Because most large restaurants are not on the same level as the Seventh Dining Hall!

He always thought that the chef at the previous restaurant he worked at cooked incredibly delicious food, but now, recalling carefully, he realized it was just okay.

The chef’s cooking skills compared to the boss of the Seventh Dining Hall were not just a small difference but a significant gap!

Given that even the chef he once admired was like that, where did his confidence come from to think he could stay to learn cooking skills?

Was it just because he had thick skin?

At this moment, Feng Leqing felt like he had lost his spirit, becoming somewhat dazed.

As time passed, the diners who enjoyed the delicacies at the Seventh Dining Hall left one by one, with satisfied smiles on their faces as they chatted with classmates and friends while walking away.

The spacious dining hall gradually became quiet and empty, with the lingering aroma of the food in the air, lasting long and lingering.

After who knows how long, when Feng Leqing came back to his senses, he found himself alone in the dining hall.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the glaring sunlight made the concrete floor sparkle, reflecting blinding light, leaving him unsure whether to stay or turn to leave.

As he was hesitating, the door from the kitchen suddenly opened, and three or four young guys and girls came out, chatting and laughing, with a relaxed demeanor.

After coming to the dining hall, they quickly scattered, with the boys swiftly collecting used plates and chopsticks from the dining area tables.

The girls had a bucket in one hand and a cloth in the other, sweeping the food off the tables into the bucket and wiping the oil stains from the tables.

Watching them, it was like a window suddenly opened in Feng Leqing’s mind. Without saying a word, he stood up from his seat and started swiftly collecting plates, copying the boys’ movements.

He had worked as a handyman in the restaurant before, so doing these tasks came naturally to him. In no time, he collected a big stack of plates and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

The student part-timers were dumbfounded, wondering who this person was?

Why did he suddenly start taking their jobs?

Seeing him about to rush into the kitchen, Chen Fugui quickly intercepted him and said:

"No, no, no! Thanks for your help, but we’re the ones to handle these tasks. You can take a break; you don’t need to do these things.

Just hand me the plates, the kitchen is off-limits to outsiders."

After listening to this, Feng Leqing didn’t insist. He smiled at Chen Fugui, placed the high-stacked plates aside, and turned to busy himself with other tasks.

He didn’t know how he could stay; all he could think of was doing some odd jobs like washing dishes.

Now that he finally found something he could do in the cafeteria, how could Feng Leqing bear to give it up?

Maybe doing these things wouldn’t impress the boss of the Seventh Dining Hall, but it’s better than doing nothing at all.

Seeing him not listening and continuing to help collect plates in the dining area, Chen Fugui helplessly shook his head and let him be.

Meanwhile, Yan Tongtong noticed this "weirdo" who suddenly started competing with Chen Fugui and the others for work, and she was immediately interested.

After watching from outside for a while, she ran into the kitchen to excitedly "report" to Jiang Yu:

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! There’s a really weird guy in the dining hall!

No one asked him to work, but he’s voluntarily collecting plates in the dining area, and even when told not to, he won’t listen. What exactly is he doing?"

"There’s someone this diligent?"

Hu Zhihai, who was about to head to the library, suddenly brightened upon hearing this.

He quickly said,

"Then why don’t you ask him if he would help wash my socks without being asked? My room has socks piled up for half a month, they’re almost smelling!"

"Ew, Senior Brother Hu, you’re disgusting! Not washing socks for half a month!"

Yan Tongtong’s pretty brows furrowed instantly. She stepped away from Hu Zhihai, fanning her hand in front of her nose, saying,

"Don’t talk about such disgusting things, no one will help you wash them. Even if you find a girlfriend, she won’t wash them for you!"

"If she won’t even wash socks for me, then why find a girlfriend?"

Hu Zhihai "hummed" softly, muttering under his breath,

"Am I inviting a Buddha to worship?"

"Alright, alright, hurry and get to the library to study! With your attitude of fishing for three days and drying nets for two, it would be a miracle if you pass the exam for graduate school!"

Jiang Yu glared at Hu Zhihai impatiently, then turned to Yan Tongtong, saying,

"Let’s go, let’s head to the dining hall to see what that odd guy is trying to do."