8:00 PM, in the Seventh Dining Hall kitchen.
The chefs and part-time students had a slightly late dinner and cleaned up the kitchen and dining area before going their separate ways, leaving only Jiang Yu and Lu Shuwu still busy preparing for tomorrow's breakfast.
Recently, Hu Zhihai had been diving into the library again, only returning for meals. He was striving hard for the graduate entrance exam in a few months.
"Are we making beef fried rice noodles for breakfast tomorrow?"
Lu Shuwu, standing by the counter, was slicing lotus root with a "thud thud thud" sound, and said,
"I noticed the students love it. A big tray of fried rice noodles would sell out in no time."
He couldn't stop thinking about the beef fried rice noodles because they were just too delicious.
The rice noodles were soft, glutinous, and bouncy, leaving aside their fragrant and spicy taste, and the beef was tender and flavorful. Even as sweat poured down his body, he was reluctant to put it down.
