Chapter 704: Chapter 705: Reported for Eating Meat
Nian Shutong took charge of the arrangements, but the head chef didn’t get angry. Instead, he thought this student had the makings of a great leader.
The head chef also realized that Xiao Nian genuinely wanted to give, so let’s get to it!
“Guys, let’s stir-fry!”
“Yeah!”
“Time for meat!”
“Let’s do this!”
The kitchen was bustling with activity as several large pots began to heat up. Those cutting meat and vegetables were all brimming with energy. This time, the stir-fry was for their own consumption.
Still, those who had to work continued working. It just wasn’t very busy at the moment, resulting in quite a few idle hands.
Nian Shutong didn’t do much, just provided the meat.
But a lot of delicious dishes could be made from one piece of meat: shredded meat stir-fried, fried meatballs, boiled beef slices…
The kitchen’s fragrance gradually wafted outside, the rich aroma of meat making it hard for everyone else to enjoy their meals.
Quite a few people came forward to inquire if there were new dishes, particularly meat dishes, but the answer they got was no.
When people say no, what can you do? So many returned not quite believing.
However, one table of people, one of whom appeared unconvinced, looked toward the kitchen and snorted, “Birds of a feather flock together.”
“What’s that?”
The man smirked coldly, gesturing towards the kitchen, stating, “You don’t know, but they always keep some meat for themselves, whether it’s the meat we bring for cooking or the meat and vegetables that come in from the back kitchen. They always save a bit for themselves to eat.”
” ‘No meat left,’ they say, yet the smell of meat could lift the roof. They’re just filling their own bellies, doing some cooking on the side. Just yesterday I saw them giving a female student braised pork.”
The group of students at the table all looked toward the kitchen, although none seemed as irate as the man.
“Well, it’s okay, isn’t it? Whoever works in the kitchen should taste a bit.”
“Yeah, you have to know if it’s too salty or not.”
“Hey, didn’t Qiu Cheng complete his practical credits here in this cafeteria?”
The man called Qiu Cheng, the one with displeasure in his eyes, nodded, but said nothing further.
After this table finished eating, everyone left together.
But Qiu Cheng, growing more indignant as he thought about it, remembered how the bald head chef had been so critical of him during his practicals, giving him the lowest score. This had significantly affected his ranking.
Thinking about the female student from yesterday, Qiu Cheng’s frustration grew, and he headed towards the school’s disciplinary inspection office.
When he came out, he looked smugly in the direction of the cafeteria, thinking, “Eat up!”
Meanwhile, the disciplinary office, having received the complaint, had no choice but to send someone to inspect, since they could catch them red-handed.
A director, accompanied by two students, headed towards the cafeteria.
As they arrived outside the cafeteria, the overwhelming meat aroma was indeed too strong to ignore, yet the director only laughed.
“Idiots.”
A male student beside him, confused, asked, “What do you mean, ‘idiots,’ director?”
The director didn’t hide his thoughts, pointing towards the back door of the cafeteria, “Does it smell good?”
“It does.”
“Such an aroma tells us two things: first, they didn’t even think to hide it from us; second, they have a lot of meat.”
“Think about it, the entire school’s meat supply isn’t that voluminous. How much could this small cafeteria get? If there’s not that much meat available, then where did this meat come from? They have their own sources. Reporting them is pointless.”
The director blurted out a swear word but then, suddenly smiling at a thought, said, “But the complaint is timely, better now than never.”
Happy as can be, the director walked up to the back door, knocking loudly and shouting, “Disciplinary Inspection Office here, someone reported you!”
The director repeated himself several times without kicking in the door, simply calling out.
Even if there had been any evidence in the kitchen, it should have been completely eradicated by now.
About five minutes later, the bald master chef opened the back door of the kitchen and said to the director who had come for inspection, eyes bulging fiercely, “Hurry up and inspect! It’s almost time to eat.”
“Great, save me a bite.”
Once the director was inside, he performed a cursory inspection, made a registration, and then found a place to sit down to wait for his meal.
About ten minutes later, the dishes started to be served one after another.
“Slippery pork slices.”
“Four Happiness meatballs.”
“Pig stomach with green pepper.”
“Braised pork.”
“Red braised spareribs.”
…
As each dish was named, the director could hardly sit still; he had guessed there would be a lot of meat, but he hadn’t anticipated this much.
What’s going on? They couldn’t possibly have organized a group to steal pigs, could they?
After all the dishes were served, the bald chef called over the busy Shutong.
“Xiao Nian, come quick. We can’t start eating without you.”
“Coming!”
Nian Shutong wiped her hands and hurried over. Before she could sit down, the director opposite her suddenly stood up.
“Professor Nian!”
“Hmm? You know me?”
Nian Shutong sat down as usual and glanced at the master chef who was looking at her, asking, “What’s the matter? You can just call me Xiao Nian.”
Nian Shutong sounded perfectly at ease, prompting the bald master chef to suddenly burst into laughter and say loudly, “Alright, alright, I’ll call you Xiao Nian.”
Once everyone was seated, Nian Shutong took out two jars of alcohol and set them aside.
“This meal, just drink water. After you guys get off work, you can drink it yourselves.”
“I’ll substitute water for alcohol and take the lead. It’s not that I have something to hide from you all, I just happened to arrive at the right time and liked the atmosphere here, so I stayed.”
“My name is Nian Shutong, a teacher from the Artifact Refining Department. You can call me Xiao Nian.”
“Cheers!”
The people in the kitchen were well-acquainted with Nian Shutong’s boldness. Without hesitation, they all picked up their bowls and drank the bowl of “water wine” with her.
The director on the other side was also a perceptive man. A professor introduced personally by the principal, someone not to be offended, so he followed suit.
Everyone started to eat. During the meal, they all found out what the director was there for, but the director didn’t specify who it was about.
“Certainly can’t say who it was, but that kid isn’t too clever, short-sighted and narrow-minded.”
The people at the table didn’t care much about this student; no one brought it up again.
But Nian Shutong was quite interested in something they mentioned.
“Master Chef, do you own this cafeteria?”
“Yes, the school’s cafeteria can be outsourced. I didn’t have much to do after retiring from the military, so I pulled together some old comrades, and here we are.”
I see…
“Master Chef, would it be okay to add me to your team? I might not have many skills, but I can supply you with provisions. Pork, beef, mutton, chicken – I have it all.”
“And all kinds of vegetables and fruits too.”
The bald master chef, who had been about to eat, put down his meat and asked with a suddenly parched throat, “You’re saying you have all of this?”
“Yes, I have all of it. How about we collaborate?”