The matter of the Official Account was smoothly resolved. Jiang Feng added Zhang Wei on WeChat himself and discussed the specifics of delivering takeout over the next few days. Zhang Wei was not a picky person. He told Jiang Feng which dishes he did not eat and told him to send whatever was convenient for the restaurant to make.
It was Jiang Feng's first time seeing such a easygoing customer, and he expressed a small amount of shock.
After the last table of customers had left, Jiang Jiankang bustled about in the kitchen for another half hour before finally finishing the last dish.
Looking at the full spread of seven dishes and one soup of Huaiyang Cuisine on the table, Jiang Feng almost suspected that Jiang Jiankang had used everything he had learned in his life today.
Yangzhou Fried Rice, Three-Piece Duck, Steamed Crab Roe Lion's Head Meatballs, Wensi Tofu, Pine Nut Corn, Stir-fried Shiitake Mushrooms and Bok Choy, Stir-fried Shrimp, and Mushroom Soup.
Based on the prompts, Jiang Feng could tell that the Yangzhou Fried Rice had too much oil, the Crystal Pork Jelly had not reached the proper Heat Control, the Wensi Tofu had turned out exceptionally well, and the Pine Nut Corn was too bland. Also, Comrade Wang Xiulian had definitely tried to save money by buying stale corn.
For Comrade Jiang Jiankang, who was not particularly skilled at Huaiyang Cuisine, this table of dishes could already be considered another milestone in his Huaiyang Cuisine journey!
Ji Yue was stunned by the huge spread of food before her.
"Jiang Feng, you never told me that the three meals included at your place would be this lavish!" Ji Yue's voice trembled slightly as she looked at the table.
With food this good, she would not trade it even for a monthly salary of ten thousand!
"Huh, why are there two bowls of soup?" Zhao Yu pointed at the Wensi Tofu. "Why did you cut the tofu so finely for tofu soup?"
"Bro, this is Wensi Tofu!" Liu Zixuan said, exasperated at his failure to meet expectations.
Still, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's wild and uninhibited plating really did make the Wensi Tofu look a lot like tofu soup.
"Come on, come on, sit down and eat." Jiang Jiankang called everyone over, then said warmly to Ji Yue, "The Huaiyang Cuisine your uncle made isn't all that authentic. I'm showing off in front of experts here. Come on, try this Wensi Tofu. I don't even know whether it's authentic."
"Authentic, authentic." Ji Yue nodded repeatedly. How could she possibly have seen authentic Wensi Tofu before? The tofu strands before her were as thin as hairs. If this was not authentic, she could not imagine what authentic Wensi Tofu would look like.
"Try this Three-Piece Duck. Even though I didn't have Gaoyou Duck or wild duck, I braised it with stock. The flavor shouldn't be too far off," Jiang Jiankang continued.
"Delicious, delicious!" Ji Yue had never eaten Three-Piece Duck either.
"Uncle Jiang, these Lion's Head Meatballs are delicious!" Liu Zixuan praised generously.
"Of course!" Jiang Jiankang was immensely proud. "Crabs aren't very plump right now, but they'll do. When hairy crabs come into season in another couple of months, I'll make them for you again. Little Ji will just have to make do with these defective goods today."
"It's very delicious, very delicious!" Ji Yue nodded and smiled almost mechanically.
Since when did Lion's Head Meatballs need crab...
After eating and drinking their fill, Ji Yue efficiently cleared the bowls and chopsticks, wiped down the table, and cleaned up. Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian went to calculate the accounts and plan what drinks to make tomorrow. The others who did not want to return to the dorms stayed behind to help out and chat.
"Hey, when I was filling out my college applications, I almost applied to a university around Huaiyang." Zhao Yu smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the meal they had just eaten.
"Yeah, I never expected that, even on the same land of China, the gap between dishes could be this huge. Why doesn't my hometown have any distinctive dishes this delicious?" Wang Hao deeply agreed.
Ji Yue: ...
I think you might have some misunderstanding about my hometown. It was my first time eating many of these dishes too.
In order not to shatter her juniors' longing for a better life, Ji Yue decided to bury that secret in her heart.
After the restaurant closed, everyone returned to their dorms. Jiang Feng had a full schedule tomorrow and would not be out of class until noon. Back in the dorm, Jiang Feng looked over tomorrow's textbooks, originally intending to be a good student. After one glance, he could not understand any of it, so he happily closed the books and climbed into bed to play on his phone.
The five minutes before sleep were as blissful as heaven.
The next day, Jiang Feng happily ate four custard buns and walked into the classroom, only to find that everyone's first sentence upon meeting was, "Did you eat yesterday?"
What, was that a new internet catchphrase?
"Brother Feng!" The moment Qian Tang saw Jiang Feng, he darted over. "Save this child!"
Even when begging professors to mark out the exam scope for finals, he had not looked this desperate.
"Wh... what happened?" Jiang Feng was startled.
"We have five classes today, Brother Feng!" Qian Tang's face was filled with sorrow. "We won't be able to get seats for lunch at all!"
Jiang Feng was puzzled. What use was there in coming to him when they could not get seats in the cafeteria? He could not get seats either.
"Order takeout!" That was what everyone had done last year. They just needed to order after the fourth class and specify the delivery time.
"Brother Feng, your place doesn't deliver takeout! I've searched every delivery app and couldn't find your restaurant." Jiang Feng felt that Qian Tang's acting still fell a little short. If his uncle had been there, two streams of tears would already have rolled down his cheeks.
"Oh, that. We'll start delivering in a few days. Once I set up an Official Account, you can order takeout through it." As soon as Jiang Feng said that, several people nearby gathered around.
"Brother Feng, how many more days before we can order takeout?"
"Brother Feng, save the homebody!"
"Brother Feng, does your family's takeout charge a fee for the containers?"
"Brother Feng..."
As soon as the teacher entered, he found everyone enthusiastically calling Jiang Feng Brother Feng. Wang Hao had originally coined the name solely to make Jiang Feng cook pork rib rice a few more times, but now everyone had copied him, and no one called Jiang Feng by his actual name anymore.
"Oh? Jiang Feng got promoted to Brother Feng after one summer vacation. Come on, Brother Feng, did you preview the lesson? Let me test you with a question." Teacher Wang had taught Jiang Feng's class last semester. He was a young teacher who loved joking around.
Jiang Feng: ...
Looking at the row of formulas on the blackboard, Jiang Feng felt that the system's assessment of him had truly been fair. Wasn't his physics only at the high school level? He did not even know how to read the formula on the board.
Teacher Wang continued writing, filling half the blackboard.
The entire class stared at one another.
Teacher, you've changed. You used to spend five minutes at the beginning of every lesson talking about Edison and Tesla's love-hate relationship.
Jiang Feng silently lowered his head, opened his attribute panel, and added experience points to physics, raising it from beginner to intermediate.
Physics (Intermediate): You can master most undergraduate-level physics knowledge.
When he looked up again, the formulas that had seemed like heavenly scriptures moments ago suddenly became understandable. Instinctively, he knew what formulas they were and what types of problems they could be used for.
"Brother Feng, what were you tapping at your desk just now?" Wang Hao asked.
"I opened the game panel to level up my skill," Jiang Feng said.
"Haha, Brother Feng, you're really funny."
"Come on, Brother Feng. Tell me, what are these eight equations?" Teacher Wang circled the eight equations on the left.
"They're all Maxwell's Equations," Jiang Feng said.
"Not bad. You still remember a little from last year's college physics. Li Bin, tell me what these three equations over here are."
"We learned Maxwell's Equations in college physics?" Wang Hao looked utterly bewildered, fully exposing his poor-student nature.
"Maybe." Jiang Feng looked blank.
If he had known this would happen, he should have gone to New Oriental.
At least it was an existence that shared the world equally with Lanxiang.
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