At noon on September 2.
The four members of Dorm 515 were stuffing themselves in the cafeteria.
Used to Senior Qin's cooking, Luo Ye found the cafeteria food truly hard to swallow.
Seeing Luo Ye's expression, Wang Dachui mocked, "A rough fellow like you can't appreciate fine food. Do you know how miserable I feel eating leftovers at home every day?"
The current state of Wang Dachui's household was that they cooked one meal and ate leftovers for two.
A pot of steamed buns could even last them a week.
He had eaten so much Lunar New Year's Eve dinner during the holidays that he threw up.
Now, the food in the cafeteria was practically five-star cuisine to him.
Suddenly.
Wang Dachui's expression changed.
He lowered his head and spat out a tiny pebble the size of a grain of rice from his mouth. His vision immediately went dark, and he carried his tray off to argue with the cafeteria staff.
The other three sighed.
Poor Brother Hammer. He would never get to eat anything good in this life.
They had heard that Yu Qiuyu had signed up for a cooking class during the break. After three days of lessons, the teacher had refunded her tuition.
Brother Hammer himself couldn't cook either. No one knew how the two of them would manage their lives in the future.
Of course, with food delivery being so developed nowadays, solving the problem of meals was still very easy.
Not long after.
At the cafeteria entrance, a large group of freshmen arrived under their instructor's lead, standing in neat lines outside the doors.
"Your lines are such a mess! Do you still want to eat or not?"
Hearing the instructor's roar, Luo Ye and the other two instinctively looked over.
What a familiar scene.