Jinning City in Xiao Xiang Province, inside an employee dormitory of a big restaurant.

"Xiaofeng, are you really planning to go to Jiangzhou?"

A young man in his twenties sat on the upper bunk bed, leaned down to look at his companion packing luggage in the room, and said, looking gloomy,

"Although Jiangzhou is the provincial capital, it seems less developed than our Jinning City, right? Do you think you'll have opportunities there?

If I were you, I would rather go to our own provincial capital, Xingcheng, than Jiangzhou."

"I'm going to Jiangzhou to learn skills. Nowadays, not to mention Xingcheng, even Beijing is, in my view, not worth as much as Jiangzhou."

Feng Leqing stuffed his suitcase until it was bulging, then straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes shining brightly,

"The Seventh Dining Hall at Jiang University is my target this time. As long as I can spend a few years there learning, afterwards, whether I go to a restaurant or open my own shop, I'll be making a fortune!"

"Tch! The way you say it, it sounds as easy as boasting."

The young man on the upper bunk turned around and showed Feng Leqing his back, and a disdainful voice came from his mouth,

"Money that's so easily made isn't for people like us. You should just give up on it and keep steady feet on the ground.

Dreaming too easily, you'll be scared awake by a nightmare sooner or later."

"Hehe, I'm brave. Nightmares can't scare me."

Feng Leqing chuckled, shouldered a large backpack, then forcibly lifted the suitcase and opened the door.

After thinking for a moment, he still reached out and patted the brother sleeping on the upper bunk and said,

"Hey, brother, I'm leaving now, wait for me to take you to the top when I return!"

"Go, go!"

The guy on the upper bunk didn't even turn his head, raised a hand and waved it backward, saying,

"You fly slowly, watch out for the thorns on the roses ahead!"

Feng Leqing grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He pulled the suitcase out of the room, then turned back to properly close the door, and only then, amid the suitcase's loud "rolling, rolling" noise, slowly left.

At this restaurant in Jian Ning, he worked as an apprentice for three years. Although called an apprentice, most of what he did was various odd tasks.

The restaurant business was good, the chefs were busy every day, so naturally, they couldn't really teach him how to do things. Therefore, when learning something, he basically relied on himself to watch, learn, and think more.

In these three years, Feng Leqing was quite diligent and earned the head chef's favor, who occasionally, when in good spirits, would give him a tip or two.

Slowly accumulating bit by bit, plus Feng Leqing having some talent, he managed to handle frying a few quick dishes.

Although the taste he produces is only slightly better than that of an average housewife, Feng Leqing is quite satisfied.

He believes that hard work can compensate for clumsiness, and as long as he keeps persisting, his skills will surely surpass this level, at least better than the head chef, right?

Those with ambition are motivated to strive hard.

Apart from his diligent efforts in the kitchen, Feng Leqing also watches videos to relax after returning to his dormitory to rest.

By chance, he inadvertently came across Hua Xiaoling's food live-stream, as if his cognitive ceiling had suddenly been lifted, leaving him stunned!

A university cafeteria's dishes can actually taste this good!

The culinary skill of the chef preparing these dishes must be extremely high!

At that moment, he felt somewhat restless within:

If he could work in this cafeteria, learning by observation from that chef, couldn't his culinary skills also improve rapidly?

He doesn't hope that the food he makes can let everyone gulp it down and almost forget themselves like that big shot's dishes...

As long as his dishes taste as good as the head chef at his own restaurant, that would be enough!

Despite feeling restless within, Feng Leqing is not a rash person. He knows that the more skilled someone is, the more temperamental they can be.

If he impulsively showed up asking to work in the cafeteria, they probably wouldn't even bother with him.

So, he continues learning at the restaurant while waiting for an opportunity.

Finally, this time, Feng Leqing successfully made a reservation on Jiangzhou University's official Douyin account, obtaining a chance to visit Jiangzhou University and taste the food at the Seventh Dining Hall…

He feels that his opportunity has come.

…

Inside the Seventh Dining Hall, without inviting Xiong Bingsheng along or asking someone to call Jiang Yu, Fan Chuliang came quietly by himself before work ended.

Today is the first day the school opened for reservation visits, and the fifty slots were taken in a flash.

Even though there are still many people on the internet looking down upon the Seventh Dining Hall, claiming it's just a "celebrity dining hall" hyped by Jiangzhou University.

But these people yell loudly with disdain, although their actions betray them; unable to make a reservation in time, they start griping about Jiangzhou University being "petty," not even offering a hundred slots for each reservation!

Naturally, Fan Chuliang doesn't bother responding. Given the current popularity of the Seventh Dining Hall, let alone adding 100 slots, even if they add 1000 slots, they'd be snapped up in no time.

If that many people really came, then the Seventh Dining Hall might as well stop doing anything else and just focus on accommodating these visitors.

Considering this, wasn't the school limiting external vehicles and personnel from freely entering and leaving the campus amid criticisms for a reason other than having nothing better to do?

It's already past eleven-thirty, the cafeteria started serving food, and the wide hall is filled with the enticing aroma of dishes wafting everywhere.

This rich aroma penetrates deep into the nasal cavity, stimulating the taste buds and nerves, making one involuntarily salivate.

"Why don't I just eat a little bit in the cafeteria first?"

This morning, he only had a bowl of porridge and a tea egg at home, and after working all morning, Fan Chuliang's stomach was already quite hungry.

Now, with this tempting aroma, he felt even hungrier. He touched his stomach and turned to look at the dining area again.

One by one, young students sat by the tables, with plates full of food in front of them, eating with their mouths full of oil.

"I'll just eat a little to fill my stomach and save some room to go home and have lunch with the missus, it shouldn't be a problem.

Hmm, I won't eat much, just taste the flavor."

Thinking of this, Fan Chuliang suddenly felt relieved, stepped to the faculty's special window, and picked up a plate of food.

Half an hour later, Fan Chuliang covered his slightly bulging belly, full of satisfaction, leaned back in the chair, and sighed comfortably:

"I really didn't expect it, the Seventh Dining Hall's food is even better than I imagined, no wonder so many people are willing to travel so far just to eat here!

The students at Jiang University really are lucky, no other school's students can eat such delicious food every day!"

As he thought about it, something suddenly came to mind, his face changed, and he quickly stood up and walked outside,

"Oh no! It's already twelve o'clock! The missus is still waiting at home for me to eat!

But I, I couldn't resist eating too much, how will I still eat at noon?"

Frowning as he hurried towards the staff dormitory building, he remembered something else and couldn't help but slap his forehead with frustration,

"Aiya, I came to the Seventh Dining Hall earlier just to observe the situation of the first batch of visitors with reservations, didn't I?

How did I forget everything once I started eating?"

...

From Jinning City to Jiangzhou, it only takes two hours by high-speed train.

Feng Leqing boarded the train a little after one in the afternoon, arriving in Jiangzhou by around three o'clock.

He took a bus that wobbled along all the way to near Jiangzhou University, but he didn't go directly inside.

First, he found a family-run inn next to the school, booked a room, and dropped off the large suitcase and backpack he brought.

Immediately after, Feng Leqing took a good hot shower, washing away all the dust, and changed into clean and fresh-looking clothes.

After all this hustle, it was already after four o'clock, only then did Feng Leqing close the door and head towards Jiangzhou University.

It was his first time in Jiangzhou, and he had never been to Jiangzhou University before. Looking at the grand and majestic school gate from afar, he felt inexplicably excited.

The legendary Seventh Dining Hall is right behind this gate.

As long as he walks in, he can truly see it.

While his heart was still excited, he suddenly saw three young people whispering in the corner with a sneaky look, not knowing what they were up to.

Feng Leqing didn't want to cause trouble, intending to walk past them quickly, but just as he was passing by, one of them called out to him:

"Hey! Buddy, are you a student at the school? Do you know what's going on behind this wall?"

Feng Leqing was stunned, stammering, "Ah? I, I don't know, I'm not a student here, I'm just passing by."

"Oh, then hurry on! This is so frustrating, why aren't any students from inside the school coming out?"

A skinny monkey-like guy said with an annoyed look,

"We don't even know what the situation is after climbing over the wall; if we accidentally fall into a cesspool, wouldn't that be horrible?"

"What are you scared of? Several groups have climbed over before us, have you heard of anyone getting into trouble?"

Another young man with a handlebar mustache glared at him and said irritably,

"Also, if you don't understand, don't spout nonsense. You're talking gibberish! Is there a cesspool dug under your wall?"

"Stop overthinking it. We're just climbing over to get a meal at the Seventh Dining Hall, not sneaking in to steal something from the students. What are you afraid of?"

The other chubby guy, probably impatient from waiting, waved his hand and said,

"Even if we get caught, it's fine. At most, we'll be kicked out. It's almost five o'clock, if we don't move quickly, we might miss dinner again tonight!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and noticed Feng Leqing still standing there, frowning,

"Why are you still here? Hurry up and go, don't interfere with our work!"

"Oh oh!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Leqing quickly turned and left, secretly amazed in his heart:

These people are really desperate to sneak into the school just to eat a meal at the Seventh Dining Hall, to the point where they've even thought about climbing over the wall!

Luckily, I secured a reservation on Douyin earlier, otherwise, I'd probably still be chopping vegetables in a restaurant kitchen.

Thinking about this, Feng Leqing's resolve grew firmer:

He must learn to cook well and become a chef as skilled as the owner of the Seventh Dining Hall!

Only then will the food he makes possibly entice others to climb walls just to get a taste!

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