Seventh Dining Hall, First Floor Kitchen.
He Chunsheng stood excitedly at the workstation, vigorously kneading the dough.
"Xiaohu, don't rush it, the dough needs to be thoroughly kneaded. That way, the noodles will not only withstand cooking but also taste chewy."
Jiang Yu sat nearby, leisurely wrapping soup dumplings. His movements appeared slow, yet in his hands, the dough transformed effortlessly, and soon, a thin-skinned, generously filled soup dumpling with eighteen folds was done.
Unknowingly, Jiang Yu's dumpling-making skills had already reached mastery. Even Lu Shuwu recognized it; in the dumpling-rich regions like Huaiyang and Central Plains, Jiang Yu was among the top tier.
This is precisely why, in the Seventh Dining Hall, chicken broth dumplings sell like hotcakes in any season. Students who arrive late may not get to taste them.
"Yes, yes!"
He Chunsheng nodded vigorously, unconsciously kneading the dough harder.
