Chapter 707: Chapter 709: The Booming Canteen
Fu Yunhe was the first person to arrive at the canteen, because he already knew that Nian Shutong was coming to help today. Thus, his only little scheme was to be the first to eat the rice served by Shutong.
However, he was also pondering another matter. Should he start putting his academic credits into practice?
Following Fu Yunhe, more students gradually arrived, and a queue formed in the not-so-large canteen.
The first words uttered by the students as they entered were all colloquial expressions of astonishment.
“Holy moly!”
“Damn!”
“Shoot!”
“This can’t be for real!”
The dazzling array of food and the tantalizing scent hit them like well-dressed little demons, endlessly seducing their taste buds.
“I want to try that hot and sour rice noodles.”
“I feel like having some teppanyaki.”
“That spicy mix smells so good.”
“The spicy hot pot next to it seems nice, too.”
“I just want a bowl of noodles.”
“Should we just share a few dishes?”
“That sounds good.”
Several students who had come together each picked a stall and began buying their favorite items. After making their purchases, they wanted to find a place to sit down and eat, but after looking around, they realized there were no seats available.
Next, those waiting in line outside saw groups of people with plates and bowls squatting at the entrance of the canteen, taking bites and enjoying their food together.
“This is delicious.”
“Really great!”
“Oh my, if the canteen always served food of this quality, I’d eat here every day!”
“This is freaking amazing!”
A row of living advertisements formed. The food already smelled irresistible, and coupled with the reputation of Little River Live, the canteen’s opening meal was a huge success.
Qiu Cheng, who had filed a complaint before, couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
He followed the crowd into the canteen and asked as if he didn’t care, “Wasn’t it closed for renovation?”
“They’ve already finished that.”
“Yeah, maybe it was just a minor makeover.”
“I bet they made changes to the menu or something for the collaboration with Little River Live.”
Qiu Cheng forced a smile, looking uneasy, “They’ve broken the rules and still managed to reopen?”
His remark made several people glance his way. It was unclear whether they had guessed something.
“Qiu Cheng, didn’t you know? This canteen isn’t run by the school; Master Chef himself leased it.”
“He’s just using his own things. How can that be called profiteering?”
“Bald Master Chef used to be a big shot. He once followed Admiral Yun He into battle. The principal is quite polite to him.”
Whether intentional or not, the students shared this news, which Qiu Cheng was unaware of, then sped up their steps, distancing themselves from him to join the line.
When Qiu Cheng heard this, he finally realized how foolish his actions had been.
Yet what he considered was still not enough. In a military school—or any school, or anywhere, really—the least welcome person is the one who tattles.
Qiu Cheng’s behavior had struck a nerve with everyone, and he was gradually being ostracized.
Only Qiu Cheng, who didn’t fully understand, was temporarily unaware of this.
At this moment, the canteen’s popularity soared even higher due to Fu Yunhe’s participation.
The first to arrive and the first to finish eating, once he was done, he approached the master chef to offer his help.
Master Fu looked at Fu Yunhe with skepticism, as if it wasn’t quite time for him to fulfill his credit requirement yet.
In the end, it was Shutong who spoke: “Let him come, no need for credits, he can help for free.”
Master Fu watched Fu Yunhe walk in and stand right beside Shutong. Though there were no intimate gestures between them, just them standing side by side serving food to the students.
But those eyes… the irrepressible laughter and affection in their eyes had him realizing, ah, you two know each other.
And more than that, it seemed their relationship was quite special indeed.
However, bald Master Fu was a man of tact; if the people involved didn’t want to reveal it, who was he to speak up?
So they both, donning masks and hats, served food to others here.
But Fu Yunhe’s popularity was just too strong, and he was quickly recognized.
He simply nodded at those who recognized him, not saying a word, his usual style.
Everyone found nothing wrong with this.
After the busy rush, as the lunchtime crowd started to dissipate and the students trickled away, Fu Yunhe also left to attend his classes.
Not just for attending class—he was going to apply for his independent study credits, which meant he was about to get truly busy.
Shutong waved a serving spoon after Fu Yunhe and said, “You can do it!”
“You can do it.”
Standing opposite Shutong, Fu Yunhe responded with a bright smile and strode away.
A student who was getting food felt like he’d stumbled upon some incredible secret.
But he dared not gossip, especially not about Fu Yunhe. Better just to eat his food quietly.
Not long after Fu Yunhe had left, another group walked in, led by the director who had come for inspection the other day, followed by several other teachers.
“We’ve come to eat!”
“I’ve heard from Old Wang that your food is good; I’ve got to try it myself.”
“Wow, there really is a lot of choice here.”
A group of teachers had arrived, and they were clearly very familiar with bald Master Fu, speaking very casually.
But when one of the teachers went to get his food and saw Shutong serving, he froze.
“You… you’re Professor Nian, aren’t you?”
“Hello, Professor Guo.”
Professor Nian served Professor Guo his food, saying naturally, “Started a cafeteria in partnership.”
Partnership, running a cafeteria?
Professor Guo walked away with his food, a bit dazed. These young people sure knew how to have fun.
They had taught their whole lives and never thought to develop a secondary career. And here was this young man, starting a cafeteria within just a few days?
Professor Guo felt completely unable to keep up with the young people; a powerful Artifact Refining Master, who still found time to start a cafeteria in partnership.
That was no small feat; bald Master Fu wasn’t someone who could be easily convinced to partner with someone.
When Professor Guo and the teachers who came with him spoke of this, they truly felt the phrase “the new waves of the Yangtze River push forward the old waves; each wave stronger than the last.”
Suddenly, they all felt a sense of encroaching twilight in their years.
What they didn’t know was that in the coming period, they would be so overwhelmed by a “young man” that they wouldn’t want to speak at all.
At this moment, Fu Yunhe was standing outside the president’s office, his hand poised to knock but hesitating.
Because inside was a person he knew well, his senior brother, Hua Yuan.
Hua Yuan was a child adopted and brought up by the old president, personally mentored by him.
After Elder Hua accepted Fu Yunhe as his disciple, Hua Yuan, who was already quite old at that time, taught Fu Yunhe a great deal.
For the first time, Fu Yunhe felt somewhat anxious and nervous; this was the most familiar and dearest person to him.
“Who’s outside? Come in quickly!”