"Awesome! This is so delicious!"
In the blink of an eye, the old man devoured the rice and two dishes on his tray, leaving nothing behind. He let out a sigh of contentment, comfortably leaning back in his chair, patting his slightly protruding belly while listening to the exclamations around him:
"So numb, so spicy! This chili chicken has left my mouth numb, but it's really delicious!"
"From today on, Huang Yatou's tofu is my favorite. It's really fresh and tender!"
"You have no idea, every dish Senior Brother Jiang makes is eternal greatness!"
"..."
Listening to the surprised exclamations and praises from the students, the old man's lips curled into a slight smile. For decades, hadn't his own dishes been praised in the same way?
Back then, he was quite proud, thinking he was remarkable, and put even more effort into cooking, always busy figuring out how to make food taste better. Wasn't all his hard work just to earn more praise and admiration from others?
