Seventh Dining Hall, in the kitchen.
Jiang Yu just finished making a large pot of stir-fried beef rice noodles and didn't take a break. He turned around and went to the preparation room, took out several large pieces of pork tenderloin from the cooler, washed them in the sink, drained a bit, and started cutting them on the cutting board.
"Boss, aren't you going to eat something first?"
Lu Shuwu carrying a big plate of hot, fragrant beef stir-fried noodles, eating while standing curiously at the door of the preparation room, asked,
"Breakfast is almost over, you don't need to cook now, right?"
"These aren't for now, they're for lunch."
Jiang Yu didn't stop working, continuing to slice the meat pieces while speaking,
"This dish is rather complex; I'll cut the meat first. If I wait until it's almost noon to start, I might not have time."
Lu Shuwu's eyes lit up instantly and he quickly asked, "What dish is it?"
"Sour soup crispy meat."
"This, this dish is delicious!"
