CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 132: PLAIN DONGPO PORK AND DONGPO PORK_3

One of these two is a princess and the other is the department head. Either one stepping forward would be quite respectable.

But Du Xixi exchanged a glance with Wenren Yu next to her, both having a hint of reluctance in their eyes. In the end, it was Wenren Yu who was slightly defeated by the persuasive look from Du Xixi and stepped forward, saying loudly, "Welcome everyone to our school for a visit and study. In a moment, please follow us into Blue Star University and head towards the Food Department you all admire."

Although the inspection and selection were put out in the open, saying it directly would be too damaging to face, so Wenren Yu cleverly covered it up by changing the subject, merely treating the inspection as a visit.

"Hmm."

"Alright!"

"Thank you for your efforts."

"..."

Responses came sporadically, even less noticeable than the disdainful murmurs from the first group of students. Wenren Yu couldn’t help but worry about their enthusiasm for learning. But looking closely, most of them were quietly paying attention to Du Xixi, and the rest appeared rather absent-minded, yawning clearly from lack of rest.

Ah, it’s not that they’re not enthusiastic about learning, it’s that the object of their interest and their mental state isn’t quite right.

Wenren Yu took a deep breath, trying to present the solemn image of a department head, then led the way with a group of students behind him, plus four professors from the Food Department.

Perhaps Wenren Yu didn’t quite grasp the situation, or perhaps he had a moment of confusion. As he walked along, he would introduce each place he passed, pointing out every sight he encountered, transforming from a department head into a tour guide uncle.

But perhaps the charm of a tour guide uncle was stronger than that of a department head. By the time they were close to the Food Department, the students were much more alert, their attention now focused on the scenery of Blue Star University, appearing much more energized than before.

Du Xixi and He Yuan walked at the back, with Chen Si and Zhang Ye in front of them. Seeing Wenren Yu enthusiastically and professionally guiding at the front, He Yuan nudged Du Xixi’s elbow and joked quietly, "If Wenren Yu retires from cooking in the future, he could definitely apply to be a tour guide at major interstellar tourist sites, earning millions a month wouldn’t be a dream!"

He Yuan’s words were half-joking, half-serious. She genuinely believed Wenren Yu was amazing and could make a lot of money as a tour guide in the future. But earning millions a month was just He Yuan joking around.

Du Xixi gave Wenren Yu, who was looking excited, another glance, nodding in strong agreement, "He’s never been more thrilled while cooking than he is now."

When cooking, Wenren Yu was exceptionally steady. After nearly two months of practice, his culinary skills had already surpassed the trio of He Yuan. Usually, thanks to Du Xixi’s selfless guidance, he could successfully prepare a few signature dishes—one of which was the chicken heart soup he learned seriously from Du Xixi!

While cooking, Wenren Yu was composed; his gaze and gestures were steady enough to handle any situation. But now, in this environment, he seemed more lively.

It was evident that Wenren Yu thoroughly enjoyed environments with lots of people; he liked everyone listening to his introductions.

Du Xixi: So, should we persuade him to become a tour guide after retiring?

When they reached the Food Department, Wenren Yu’s tour guide mode naturally switched off. He waved his hand, instructing those students to stand in groups below the Food Department building and had Du Xixi bring four others forward.

"Now, you will be evenly divided among the five of us. For the next two days, you will belong to the professor you are assigned to," Wenren Yu said, pulling out a bunch of slips with coordinates written on them, aligning perfectly with the students’ standing positions.

There were exactly sixty students, and when divided evenly among the five of them, each person had twelve. Du Xixi and the others each drew twelve slips from Wenren Yu’s hands, using a lottery method to determine their students.

Du Xixi was the first to draw. She scanned the excited students in front of her, then looked down and read out the coordinates on the slips one by one:

"Row one, column four."

"Row one, column three."

"Row three, column five."

"Row five, column seven."

"Row five, column eight."

"..."

"Row six, column ten."

With Du Xixi’s crisp and pleasant voice echoing and landing, students constantly called out joyfully and voluntarily stood behind Du Xixi.

Du Xixi put away the slips, turned to look at these temporary students, both male and female, and offered a habitual gentle smile, her tone equally soothing, "Hello everyone, even though I don’t know you yet, I believe you all know me. I hope over the next two days we can get along well."

Similar conversations were happening not just with Du Xixi; on the other side, He Yuan and the others also gradually found the students they were supposed to guide. The last twelve were left for Wenren Yu, who didn’t draw, with each professor using different ways to introduce and advise.