Chef at the University Canteen

Chapter 560 299: This Chilled Chicken Broth Noodle Must Taste Amazing!

July was drawing to a close, and the weather was becoming increasingly hot. Even hiding in places where the sun couldn't reach, it was still unbearably stuffy.

No wonder someone from Jiangzhou sighed deeply:

"In Jiangzhou's summer, air conditioning is what saved my life!"

As noon approached, whether it was those hiding in the air-conditioned library study rooms cramming for exams, or the students lounging in their dorms shirtless, still sweating profusely as they played games, everyone's stomachs began to growl reflexively.

There was no help for it. Ever since the Seventh Dining Hall opened, its delicious meals successfully "helped" some students correct their bad habits of irregular meals.

If they wanted to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall, they had to head over early. If they were late, either the tasty dishes would be gone, or they wouldn't be able to eat what they wanted.

For those who've tasted the delicious meals from the Seventh Dining Hall, who could bear that?

So, the habit of eating on time was gradually cultivated.

Once it was mealtime, even if they forgot about eating, their stomachs would "protest" uncontrollably.

"Let's go, let's go! Let's eat; my stomach can't take it anymore!"

"Ah! I really don't want to leave the air-conditioned room—at midday like this, I'll get sunburned!"

"Compared to the meals at the Seventh Dining Hall, what's a bit of sun? Once at the dining hall, a cup of sour plum soup, and I'll be refreshed!"

"Then let's hurry up; if we're any later, the crowd will be big!"

"..."

In the study room, a few familiar students exchanged a few words quietly and quickly packed up their valuables from the desk, then quietly left.

Not long after they left, others in the study room also began to file out, rushing hurriedly to the Seventh Dining Hall.

If you're not eager to eat, isn't that a sign of some problem?

Of course, after these people left, there were still a few who remained in the library's study room, sitting straight and focused, doing serious exam problems.

These students didn't dislike delicious food; they just knew what needed to be done at each stage.

Most of them were preparing for grad school entrance exams or civil service exams, critical life choices upon their graduation a year later.

If they didn't study hard at this stage, what awaited them would be "graduate equals unemployed".

So, while the meals at the Seventh Dining Hall were delicious, every meal consumed a lot of time.

Rather than waste precious time satisfying a craving, it was better to do more practice questions; they might just see some of these questions in the exam.

As for the missed meals at the Seventh Dining Hall, once they passed their exams, they could indulge in them later!

Though this small group of students also craved the meals at the Seventh Dining Hall, their self-control was extremely strong, managing their desires well.

The others, however, were more laid-back, even though some were also studying for exams.

Studying hard is already difficult, so what's wrong with having some good food to reward yourself?

If it weren't for the meals from the Seventh Dining Hall tempting them, they might have given up studying long ago!

Thus, at mealtime, they headed straight to the Seventh Dining Hall without a second thought.

Only by satisfying their cravings could they find the passion and motivation to continue their dull and tedious exam prep!

A group of people braved the scorching sun, hurriedly arriving at the Seventh Dining Hall. As they lifted the thick plastic curtain and entered, the rush of cold air made everyone shiver, their skin breaking out in goosebumps.

"Ah! Feels so good! The AC in the Seventh Dining Hall is even stronger than in the library study rooms!"

"I should've come to the Seventh Dining Hall to study; I could line up earlier when it's mealtime!"

"We came late, huh? We need to come early tomorrow to grab seats. Didn't you see those who arrived before dawn?"

"Then let's come early tomorrow!"

"..."

A group stood at the AC vent, chatting while enjoying the cool air. Noticing another large group rushing toward the dining hall, they quickly stopped talking and rushed over to line up.

Although they arrived early, there were already many others in the dining hall, so they had to queue behind them.

But relatively speaking, the spots they secured were pretty decent.

As time passed, more and more students came to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall, and the hall began to feel crowded and lively.

At this point, the kitchen started serving various dishes, placing them on trays and sending them to the warm food stations in the serving area.

Every time, there were always some who couldn't resist their curiosity, leaning in to see what dishes were available.

Because the Seventh Dining Hall wasn't like other cafeterias, which seldom changed their menu for half a year, leaving everyone bored with the repeated offerings.

Senior Brother Jiang is different. To make sure the junior brothers and sisters eat well and have more variety, he always introduces one or two new dishes every few days.

Just like today, at the window of the Seventh Dining Hall, there are new dishes displayed such as Spicy Cucumber Salad, Xiang Cuisine's Chili Preserved Egg, Garlic Amaranth, and Clam Stir-fried Sponge Gourd.

Students who can't resist taking a peek out of curiosity see these dishes with vibrant colors, enticing aromas, and mouth-watering flavors, and they immediately light up and shout:

"Wow! I just said I had no appetite, but now the dining hall made a Cucumber Salad. These green, tender cucumbers soaked in sauce open up my appetite with just one look!"

"Did you see that? That's Xiang Cuisine's Chili Preserved Egg! I've missed this flavor so much; it's fragrant, spicy, and delicious. With this one dish alone, I could eat three bowls of rice!"

"Ooh...Senior Brother Jiang is so considerate. These dishes aren't greasy at all, and they're perfect for stirring appetite and accompanying rice—it's wonderful!"

"..."

The students lining up in the dining hall are getting restless one by one.

Who could have guessed that the Seventh Dining Hall would introduce so many new dishes at once today?

Originally, they thought the hot weather would ruin their appetite, but now it seems like they might end up overstuffing themselves.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen on the first floor, He Chunsheng has prepared all the ingredients for the Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles and has boiled the handmade noodles to cool them down, mixing them with cooking oil and oyster sauce evenly before loosening them.

After doing all this, he personally mixed several portions of Spicy Sour Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles and shared them for Jiang Yu, Lu Shuwu, and Jia Dequan to taste.

Initially excited, He Chunsheng has now calmed down as he watches Jiang Yu and the others take up their chopsticks to taste his Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles, feeling somewhat anxious inside.

Indeed, he believes his Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles are very delicious, but this kind of deliciousness is not on the same level as what the boss makes.

So, he's worried that the others, used to the boss's cooking, might not appreciate the Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles.

"The boss wouldn't cancel the sale because his dishes don't taste as good as his own, right?"

As He Chunsheng's mind is like fifteen buckets drawing water—restless and uneasy—he sees Lu Shuwu nodding repeatedly, approvingly saying,

"Xiaohu, these Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles are done well, the chicken is tender and flavorful, not dry at all, and the handmade cold noodles are refreshing and chewy, with a good bite.

Although it doesn't quite match the boss's overall flavor, this spicy and sour sauce is blended pretty nicely.

Anyway, if there isn't the boss's dishes, I could fill up on your Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles!"

"..."

He Chunsheng wears an expression of being on the verge of tears.

I know my food isn't as tasty as the boss's, but by your standards, my Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles are only worthy of filling a stomach?

"If you can't speak, then say less. No one thinks you're mute!"

Seeing He Chunsheng's embarrassed look, Jia Dequan first reprimanded Lu Shuwu, then turned to He Chunsheng and said,

"Brother Xiao Wu actually means you've already done quite well. Though not as good as Xiaojiang, it's considerably better than others.

You don't need to worry about this. In the domestic cooking scene, few people have skills higher than Xiaojiang; just keep working hard in the future."

"Yes, yes, I will."

Having recently arrived, He Chunsheng does not know Lao Jia well, but seeing his demeanor, he's clearly not just an ordinary person.

Could an ordinary person casually reprimand Brother Xiao Wu?

"The noodles are pulled nicely, very refreshing, and quite chewy."

After trying several bites of the Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles, Jiang Yu commented with some lingering desire,

"The sauce is also blended well, but it isn't quite enough, it's rather moderate.

In my opinion, the taste of Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles should be very fresh because of the chicken, but I didn't find that freshness."

After pausing, he continued,

"Once it starts selling, take a pot of chicken broth from the refrigeration unit, soak the noodles in chilled chicken broth first before extracting and mixing them.

This way, the freshness will come out.

Besides, add some perilla water to the sauce—it can remove odors and enhance aroma."

"Oh, oh, okay, boss, I'll do it right away!"

He Chunsheng felt thrilled and flushed when the boss didn't deny his results and especially when the boss personally taught him how to make the Chicken Shredded Cold Noodles even tastier.

Seeing this, Lu Shuwu quickly urged,

"Xiaohu, quickly do as the boss says, finish it and make some more cold noodles for me to taste!

This cold noodle with chicken broth must be so delicious it's mind-blowing!"