Hua Xiaoling and Ye Ting sat in the canteen for a while to rest before struggling to get up. After all, they were live streaming and couldn't just let their fans watch them sit around chatting. They needed to find something new and exciting to show their fans.

As for Hu Zhiqiu and Zhong Bowen, they just finished eating and didn't need to live stream, so naturally, they were less inclined to move around.

Hua Xiaoling and Ye Ting had a tacit understanding. As soon as they left their seats, they each went in different directions to find something that interested them.

Holding her phone while filming the packed dining area, Hua Xiaoling sighed and said to her fans:

"Everyone, I, Xiaohua, wasn't lying to you, right? The food here in this canteen is truly delicious. You saw those three fans earlier, the way they ate, I couldn't even bear to look, it was so ferocious!

Look at this canteen hall, so many people! If the food weren't good, how could there be so many people lining up every day?"

In the live stream comments, fans jokingly teased, as always:

"Ah, yes, yes, yes! Those three really ate ferociously, just like Xiaohua eats!"

"Hahaha! I'm so impressed by you, Xiaohua. Don't you know your own eating style? How do you have the nerve to say you can't bear to look at others?"

"Pfft! This is the Xiaohua we love! This shameless look, I just love it!

"Honestly, the food in this canteen might really be good, Xiaohua, share the address, please!"

"..."

"Are you all fake fans? Haven't I said the address before?"

Hua Xiaoling frowned slightly, gave a light "hmph," and said proudly,

"Then let me say it again, Jiangzhou University, Seventh Dining Hall! If you want to come and eat, hurry up. Once this canteen becomes famous, it will be crowded every day, and you might not even get a chance to eat!"

"Oh, it seems like there's nobody at the food counter ahead, that young lady is there, let's quickly go and interview her!"

With that, she ignored the live stream comments and headed straight for the counter.

"Miss, you're a student at the school too, right?"

When she reached the counter, Hua Xiaoling aimed her phone at Yan Tongtong and filmed a video, then asked with a grin,

"Did you take this part-time job because you like the food here?"

Yan Tongtong had just taken a break and felt a bit uneasy when approached by a stranger. She stammered:

"Ah? Yes, sort of."

"Why is the food in this canteen so delicious?"

"Because it's made by Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Is Senior Brother Jiang the owner of the canteen? His food is really that good?"

"Of course! My roommate didn't have an appetite recently and couldn't eat anything, but she managed to eat Senior Brother Jiang's soup dumplings, and she could eat a whole bamboo basket at once!"

"Really?"

"It's true, and even the owner traveled from out of town just to eat at our canteen!"

"..."

...

While Hua Xiaoling was live streaming at the Seventh Dining Hall, in the old city district of Qiantang, over 500 kilometers away from Jiangzhou, a mother was deeply worried inside a tastefully decorated villa.

"Son, here are some dishes made by Chef Zhao from Jiuxi Private Kitchen. We have West Lake Vinegar Fish, Longjing Shrimp, and Beggar's Chicken, all freshly made and still hot. Come have a taste!"

A middle-aged woman brought several dishes to a room on the second floor of the villa, speaking softly to a young man lying in bed, unsure if he was asleep or pretending to be,

"Come and taste if it's good. Chef Zhao is hard to hire. Your dad spent a lot of effort to have him come and make you these dishes."

"Mom, don't bother, I'm really not hungry."

The young man turned over in bed, wrapping his head with a blanket, muttering,

"Just take the food away. You and Dad can eat it. The smell alone makes me nauseous."

Even though the young man didn't get up, his skinny arm and slender leg visible outside showed that he was almost skin and bones.

The middle-aged woman sat by the bed, touched her son's emaciated arm, tears streaming down as her nose stung. With red eyes, she choked up:

"Son, you're the apple of me and your dad's eye. You're not eating every day, if anything happens to you, how will we live?"

The middle-aged woman, surnamed Liu, was named Liu Shurong, and the young man lying in bed was her only son, Wu Wenle.

Wu Wenle was only 16 years old and in his second year of high school.

No one knew what happened, but half a year ago, Wu Wenle suddenly developed anorexia and couldn't eat more than a bite or two of anything, no matter how delicious it was.

The son was the couple's treasured darling, and Liu Shurong was immediately alarmed, quickly taking him to see a doctor.

But doctors couldn't help either. Anorexia is a symptom, not an independent disease.

Most cases of anorexia are psychological factors or neurological eating disorders, ordinary drugs simply cannot cure it. It can only rely on psychological counseling, but this also depends on luck and may not necessarily be effective.

Liu Shurong certainly didn't want to give up just like that. She traveled everywhere with Wu Wenle, seeking famous doctors. But although they saw quite a few doctors and took some medication, there was no significant effect. Sometimes he felt better for a while, but then after some time, he couldn't eat again.

After tossing around like this, Wu Wenle's condition became even worse, and in just a few months, he was skinny like a stick.

"Mom, stop crying. I'm very tired right now, just let me sleep for a while."

Wu Wenle said irritably, covering his head with a blanket,

"How about you put the Longjing shrimp in the fridge for now, and I'll eat a bit when I wake up."

"Alright, alright! Then have a good sleep, mom won't disturb you."

Upon hearing her son say he'd eat later, Liu Shurong became a little happy. She quickly wiped her tears, stood up from the bed, and went out with a few dishes.

When she went downstairs, she had just packed several dishes into airtight containers and put them in the refrigerator, when she heard laughter in the living room, followed by someone speaking:

"This streamer is really over the top. It's just cafeteria food. How good can it be? She even makes sure to finish every last drop of the soup on the plate!"

"A live stream could be fake, but with so many people in the cafeteria, all eating so voraciously, it can't all be fake, right? I think the cafeteria food might actually be really good!"

"No way! No matter how good it is, it can't be better than the dishes Chef Zhao makes at Jiuxi Private Kitchen, right? Chef Zhao has prepared meals for state banquets!"

"That can't be said for certain. I've eaten Chef Zhao's dishes, and I haven't been tempted to lick the plates clean..."

"..."

"Keep your voices down, your brother Wenle is sleeping upstairs!"

Liu Shurong walked out of the kitchen and saw her two nephews sitting on the living room sofa, arguing while watching their phones, and couldn't help but curiously ask,

"Wenliang, what were you guys just talking about? Something can't compare to Chef Zhao's cooking?"

These two kids are her husband's brother's sons, the elder is Wu Wenhong and the younger is Wu Wenliang. They are only a year or two younger than Wu Wenle. Their parents are very busy with work, so whenever they have time, they come over to play at their uncle's house.

"Aunt, we were just watching a live stream on the phone!"

Seeing Liu Shurong come out, Wu Wenliang hurriedly approached her with the phone, excitedly saying,

"There is a live-streaming internet celebrity dedicated to finding delicious food everywhere. This time she went to a university cafeteria to eat, and as soon as they sat down, they started devouring the food, finishing a big plate in no time!

My brother said the food in the cafeteria must be particularly delicious, but I definitely don't believe it. These streamers will do anything for traffic, they must be acting.

No matter how delicious, it can't possibly be better than what Chef Zhao makes, right, Aunt?"

"All kinds of nonsense! No investigation, no right to speak! You haven't eaten there, so how can you judge if their cooking is worse than Chef Zhao's?"

Liu Shurong hadn't figured out how to respond, when Wu Wenhong also ran over. He first scolded his brother, then turned to her, asking with concern,

"Aunt, how is brother Wenle? Has he still not eaten today?"

"No, I specially invited Chef Zhao to make his favorite Longjing shrimp, West Lake vinegar fish, and he still won't eat a single bite."

Being questioned by her nephew, Liu Shurong immediately felt her mood drop again. She shook her head and said,

"Sigh, I have no idea how his situation can improve."

After speaking, she realized that the two nephews standing in front of her might look tall, but after all, they were just fourteen to fifteen-year-old kids. What was the point of complaining to them?

Shaking her head, she was about to let them play by themselves when Wu Wenhong said,

"Aunt, I heard during a live stream that the cafeteria food is unbelievably delicious. There was even a student with no appetite who couldn't eat anything, but he could eat the dumplings made by the cafeteria owner, and he ate a whole basket of them!

Brother Wenle also can't eat anything, so do you think he might be able to eat the cafeteria owner's food?"

"Really? Wenhong, are you telling the truth?"

Liu Shurong was nearly driven mad by her son's anorexia. Hearing there might be a solution, even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she wouldn't let it go. She grabbed Wu Wenhong's arms anxiously and asked,

"Are you sure about the student having no appetite? Which university's cafeteria is it?"

"It's true; it was mentioned in the interview during the live stream by a lady from the cafeteria."

Wu Wenhong nodded seriously and said, "Wenliang also heard it!"

As soon as Liu Shurong turned her head to look, Wu Wenliang nodded quickly and said,

"It's true, I heard it too. But, I'm a bit skeptical; what the cafeteria people say might be exaggerated."

Whether he believes it or not, Liu Shurong didn't care. As long as there is a chance it might be true, she wouldn't miss it:

"Wenhong, do you know where the cafeteria is?"

Wu Wenhong thought for a moment and said, "I know, it's the cafeteria at Jiangzhou University, um, the Seventh Dining Hall."

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