Seventh Dining Hall, in the kitchen.
After discussing Jia Dequan's matters, everyone got busy again. Although there was still some time before lunch, it was essential to prepare in advance to avoid panicking when the time comes.
Lu Shuwu, Ma Guoqiang, and others went to the prep room to cut and prepare vegetables, while Yan Tongtong and other part-time students were busy washing dishes, cleaning plates, and tidying up the dining hall.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yu was in the operations area heating up oil to start frying crispy meat slices.
Jia Dequan stood behind him, hands clasped, staring intently, making Jiang Yu feel quite uneasy.
It's like when you're doing homework and the teacher stands by your side watching you, making you feel like you're sitting on pins and needles, uncomfortable all over.
