Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 234 - 211: I Heard the Food You Make Can Cure Illnesses?

Chapter 234: Chapter 211: I Heard the Food You Make Can Cure Illnesses?

In this situation, Jiang Yu had no confidence at all that the food he cooked would be effective.

After calming down, Jiang Yu thought for a moment and then said,

"Senior Sister Liu, I heard that people with depression are on a completely different wavelength from us. Maybe that’s how you feel, but in her eyes, it might be another story.

So, what you said, I really don’t know if it will help."

"I also know what you’re saying. Over the past few days, I’ve looked up quite a bit of information. For now, it seems that Chenchen hasn’t reached the level of severe depression where she’s pessimistic about life."

Liu Xining couldn’t help but sigh again and said,

"But if things continue like this, who knows what will happen in the end. So, no matter if it works or how effective it is, I want to give it a try.

I’m just trying to ask you now, Xiaojiang, are you willing to help me?"

"If it’s just cooking something to eat, then it’s no big deal. After all, I run a canteen."

Jiang Yu didn’t find it troublesome at all. It was just a matter of making a few dishes, which wouldn’t take too much of his time.

But as for other matters, he was helpless,

"However, whether my cooking will have an effect on her condition, I truly can’t guarantee."

"Your willingness to help is already great, how could I blame you?"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xining was obviously very happy and said gratefully,

"Xiaojiang, rest assured, regardless of the results, we won’t let your efforts go to waste.

So, let’s settle it like this for now. In a couple of days, once I’m done here, I’ll bring Chenchen to Jiang University to find you."

She hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice,

"Xiaojiang, I also need to trouble you to keep this matter confidential and not tell anyone else.

Given Chenchen’s current state, I fear she might not be able to handle it if she’s stimulated, the consequences would be..."

Jiang Yu understood and agreed without hesitation:

"Don’t worry, Senior Sister Liu. I definitely won’t tell anyone."

Not to mention that he wasn’t interested in gossip, and besides, he wasn’t the type of person to talk too much.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yu returned to the kitchen, looked up, and found that everyone had already eaten, and even the dishes on the counter had been cleaned up.

Jiang Yu: "..."

I can’t believe I’m still hungry, and you guys have already cleaned up all the food?

Looking speechless, he was thinking of preparing some food to fill his stomach when Yan Tongtong turned around, placed several large bowls on the table from a crate, and said happily:

"I knew you hadn’t had dinner yet, Senior Brother. Look, I saved you some food. Hurry and eat, or it’ll be cold and not as nice."

Jiang Yu was a little surprised and looked up at her, thinking she was really quite attentive, even setting aside food for him.

Unlike those foodies Hu Zhihai and Lu Shuwu, who just wish their stomachs were bigger to stuff all the delicious food in and wouldn’t care whether Jiang Yu had eaten!

He smiled at Yan Tongtong and nodded, "Alright, thank you, Xiaoyan!"

After saying that, Jiang Yu pulled up a chair, sat down, and started eating heartily with his chopsticks.

...

Early the next morning, Jiang Yu woke up.

The No. 7 Dining Room had taken a break for a day, and today it was reopening. The most important thing was, he planned to make some Qingming Fruit today. The process for this Southern specialty snack wasn’t simple, so naturally, he had to wake up early to prepare.

He rolled out of bed, got dressed, and put on his shoes. After a quick wash in the bathroom, he headed downstairs.

The first-floor kitchen was brightly lit, and the taciturn Jia Zhibin was guarding the stove, making hot brine. Billowing milky white steam rose up, enveloping most of the kitchen in a mist, like a fairyland.

Lu Shuwu had also arrived early, with his sleeves rolled up high, energetically kneading dough at the workbench.

Seeing Jiang Yu come in, he greeted with a smile, "Boss, you’re here so early? Couldn’t sleep?"

"I slept soundly without a single dream."

Jiang Yu said while putting on a white chef’s coat,

"Didn’t I tell you yesterday? I have to make Qingming Fruit today. If I don’t get up early, how could I make it in time?"

"Oh, oh, I forgot about that."

Lu Shuwu realized and said, "Qingming Fruit isn’t that difficult. Uncle Ma and Sister Chunxiao should all know how to make it. It’s a type of pastry after all. You, Boss, just need to prepare the filling."

"They won’t come this early. I’ll go ahead and get started, then I’ll have them help with making the Qingming Fruit later."

As Jiang Yu spoke, his phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He took it out and said to Lu Shuwu,

"Boss Zhao is delivering ingredients. I’ll go out with Xiaojia to take them, you don’t need to come out."

Saying that, he called out to Xiaojia at the stove, and the two went out from the side of the kitchen.

Boss Zhao had already parked the tricycle and was unloading a full load of ingredients. Seeing Jiang Yu, he pointed with a smile and said,

"Boss Xiao Jiang, here’s the Qingming Grass, about fifty pounds, and all very fresh, take a look."

"Alright."

Jiang Yu strode forward, grabbed a bit of Qingming Grass and sniffed it. A faint, fresh fragrance mixed with a hint of moisture lingered at his nose, making him chuckle softly and say,