Jiang University Seventh Dining Hall, second floor, Room Seven.

Today, the four private rooms reserved for lunch were quite busy, with the smallest table hosting at least ten people in a group.

In the largest private room, there were even sixteen people squeezed in, and no more could fit, so in the end, someone had to sit on a plastic stool on the side, and they had to stand to reach the dishes, otherwise their chopsticks wouldn't be long enough.

This group of people walked in from the entrance of the Seventh Dining Hall, in a grand procession, making the upstairs and downstairs observers stare in amazement.

They couldn't figure out why so many people would crowd around one table to eat?

If they were willing to come to a restaurant to eat and there were so many of them, why not open another private room?

Whether they were students of Jiang University or the new waitstaff upstairs, they were all filled with confusion.

It's really hard to understand what these people are after, looking like they've never eaten before, it's embarrassing!

Those who don't understand are filled with disdain, while those who do are full of emotion.

Without a doubt, such a large group crowding into one big private room to eat was one hundred percent for communal dining.

Room Seven had already become sensational online, so much so that the private rooms booked before the "Three Limits" notice were suddenly worth much more in the "black market."

"Three Limits" notice, a nickname jokingly given by netizens, referred to the two notifications from Jiang University Seventh Dining Hall's Douyin account that had just opened some time ago:

Restriction on private room transfer, restriction on reservation time, restriction on operating days.

The private rooms booked in the two weeks before the "Three Limits" notice came out were not subject to the "transfer restriction" because the reservation makers' ID numbers weren't registered, so as long as the person who booked it was willing, they could transfer it.

Although most people who called to reserve a private room did so to taste Jiang Yu's culinary skills, there was always a small portion who couldn't make it for various reasons. If they didn't transfer the booking, wouldn't the room go to waste?

By transferring it to someone else, they not only received a windfall, but they also allowed others to taste the delicious dishes on the second floor of Jiang University Seventh Dining Hall, which is a win-win situation, right?

The number of such "mobile private rooms" was very limited, yet there were a lot of people who wanted them, causing the transfer price to skyrocket like a rocket.

With the price of one private room being so high, wouldn't it be a loss if fewer people came to dine?

Originally, this big private room was designated to seat 14 people, but now it's just squeezed two more people in; isn't that reasonable?

Don't look down on it, the two people squeezed in weren't able to just get in casually; many netizens wanted to but didn't have the means.

This "spot" for squeezing in, it was quite an expense!

Even though many people came to the four private rooms today for lunch, and there were a lot more dishes to make, Jiang Yu, busy in the kitchen, felt like today's workload didn't actually increase much.

Under his lead, everyone in the kitchen busily worked, and by not even one in the afternoon, they had filled the bellies of all the diners in the four private rooms.

Don't misunderstand, those diners were stuffed from eating, not pregnant.

At this moment, each and every one of them was lounging blissfully in their chairs, occasionally burping, one hand gently rubbing their bellies that looked seven months pregnant, and the other hand holding a phone, either taking videos or chatting.

"Hey buddy, we've finished eating, the head chef at Room Seven really lives up to his reputation, you're really missing out by not coming this time!

Every dish here is particularly fragrant and delicious; honestly, I've never eaten anything this good in my life!"

A man in his thirties with ordinary looks was holding his phone, video chatting with someone, and he said with a smile,

"Wait, I'll show you how our group ended up looking!"

With that, he lifted his phone, panned the camera around the private room, and finally focused on the table full of empty dishes before bringing the phone back to his face, showing a grinning face and saying,

"Hey buddy, did you see? Everyone's stuffed, we ordered seventeen or eighteen dishes, and they were all wiped clean, I never imagined our group could eat so much!"

Smacking his lips, he shook his head in resignation and added regretfully,

"You're really missing out not being here today!"

Not far from him sat a pretty girl, who was also holding her phone, carefully selecting various photos of the dishes she had taken earlier, creating a short dynamic video with an APP, preparing to post it on her Douyin account.

"What kind of caption should I write?"

The pretty girl tilted her head in thought for a moment, then suddenly her eyes lit up, and she murmured happily,

"Ha! Got it, I'll write just this!"

Saying that, she quickly picked up her phone, and on the editing page of the Douyin APP, she wrote this caption for the video:

"There are so many wonderful things in this world; gourmet food, beautiful scenery, and music account for half, and the other half is all you..."

This sentimental and literary caption, accompanied by the delicious dishes from Room Seven, the scenic photos of Jiang University, and linked with a piece of soothing and gentle instrumental music...

That feeling, it was truly fantastic!

Just a little imagination stirred, the pretty girl's cheeks flushed with excitement. Such a beautiful video, if it doesn't go viral, then heaven really must be blind!

...

After feeding the guests in the private room, Jiang Yu was too lazy to go downstairs.

He and the new assistant chef, Du Guangning, each cooked a few dishes that went well with rice and made a pot of soup, finishing their lunch right upstairs.

Having had their fill, a few waitstaff went to tidy up the private rooms, while Du Guangning, Pei Guofu, and others began to clean up the kitchen. As the owner, Jiang Yu had nothing much to do. He greeted everyone and planned to go downstairs for a walk and some fresh air.

The kitchen hadn't had a moment's rest all morning, the stove continuously running. Anyone who breathed in those kitchen fumes for half a day couldn't bear it anymore.

Now it was almost 2 PM. The dining hall on the first floor was deserted, leaving a quiet atmosphere, with a faint fragrance of lunch lingering in the air, quite pleasant.

A few new students working part-time, their hands in rubber gloves, were enthusiastically cleaning the dining area with mops and cloths. They looked up to see Jiang Yu coming down the stairs, and quickly stood up, wearing somewhat excited yet restrained expressions, they loudly greeted:

"Hi, Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Senior Brother Jiang is here!"

"..."

Jiang Yu nodded at them with a smile, said nothing, and quickly stepped towards the kitchen.

Just as he opened the door leading from the dining hall to the kitchen, a somewhat dry voice suddenly sounded from behind him:

"Hey, Xiaojiang!"

Jiang Yu stopped in his tracks and turned around to see, unable to help his surprise. He walked over while saying:

"Oh, Teacher Xiong, what are you doing here? I didn't see you just now."

"Uh, actually, I came specifically to see you. I arrived at noon and heard you were busy upstairs, so I waited here for a while."

At this moment, Xiong Bingsheng wore an awkward smile, his toes involuntarily curling together.

Before the new year, when he came to see Jiang Yu, he was still composed and at ease in front of him. He really hadn't expected to have to ask Jiang Yu for help, feeling awkward even just talking now.

It was indeed too embarrassing. When had he ever been so humbled in front of a student?

Seeing Xiong Bingsheng's expression, Jiang Yu knew right away that the teacher had something to ask of him, and most likely it wasn't something easy to handle. Otherwise, Xiong Bingsheng wouldn't be so uneasy.

But no matter what the issue, as long as Jiang Yu could help, he would try his best.

After all, this is the teacher who once ran around personally to find a venue to help him start the dining hall and who hand-taught him to fill out the preferential application form for student entrepreneurship. Otherwise, how could he be enjoying his current success?

Without him, Jiang Yu might still be selling soup dumplings at a small window in the Second Dining Hall, not to mention the postgraduate recommendation.

Saying that Teacher Xiong is his benefactor might be an exaggeration, but calling him a significant person on his path forward is not at all.

Jiang Yu is a person who understands gratitude. Whoever is good to him, he may not repay tenfold, but at least he returns kindness with kindness, virtue with virtue.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu decided not to go to the first-floor kitchen. Instead, he casually opened the door of the small private room on the first floor, smilingly saying:

"Teacher Xiong, since you're here, you should at least have a cup of tea. Come, come, the students are cleaning outside, let's sit inside, have tea, and chat."

Seeing Jiang Yu's attitude towards him was as warm and polite as before, Xiong Bingsheng's initial awkward and apprehensive mood eased quite a bit. He let out a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile, and said:

"Alright then, sorry to trouble you, Xiaojiang."

"No trouble at all, Teacher Xiong. I was planning to make some tea myself."

Jiang Yu waved his hand with a smile,

"After bustling around in the kitchen for so long, inhaling a belly full of fumes, a bit of tea helps to cut the grease. Teacher Xiong, have a seat, I'll go fetch some tea leaves!"

Saying that, Jiang Yu turned and left the small private room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him. That's a delicacy probably only he could think of.

Xiong Bingsheng watched the door slowly close, and the residual discomfort in his heart seemed to be shut out as well, making him feel much more relaxed.

He leaned back on the sofa, taking a deep breath, unable to resist sighing:

This Xiaojiang, truly is an astute and perceptive person!

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