The kitchen of the Seventh Dining Hall was bustling with activity, pots and pans clanging, and the aroma of food wafting through the air, detectable even in the dining hall.
"It smells so good! So fragrant and spicy! Is Senior Brother Jiang cooking?"
"It must be. No one else's dishes smell this good."
"Ah, just smelling this makes me suddenly feel so hungry!"
"..."
Yan Tongtong and her group, sitting in the dining hall, were busy jotting down their class schedules so Hu Zhihai could arrange the daily staff roster for the canteen. However, before they even finished, strong aromas kept drifting from the kitchen next door.
Soon, the entire hall was filled with the rich fragrance, causing the eight part-timers to sit up straight, inhaling deeply as if hoping to taste the food with just their senses.
