In the Seventh Dining Hall kitchen, although the sales counter was already open, Jiang Yu, Lu Shuwu, and others were still busy, sitting in front of the workbench making soup dumplings and other types of buns.
In the large pot on the stove, white porridge was still simmering, bubbling thick and sticky, filling the entire kitchen with its aroma.
"Lao Jiang, the soup dumplings are almost sold out, and we're running low on meat and vegetable buns too. There are still quite a few steamed buns and flower rolls left since fewer people buy them."
Hu Zhihai dashed in from outside, sweat beading on his forehead, his cheeks flushed for reasons unknown, whether due to heat or excitement. He wiped his sweat with a white towel hanging around his neck and said anxiously,
"There are still a lot of people waiting outside!"
"Is that so? Then let's not make more steamed buns and flower rolls, and reduce their quantity in the future."
