"Okay."
He Chunsheng let out a big sigh of relief upon hearing this and nodded heavily.
He's still young, and naturally, he didn't want to come to the Seventh Dining Hall just to make buns. He still dreams of becoming a revered pastry chef in the culinary world.
With uncontrollable excitement, He Chunsheng turned and dashed into the prep room, where he joined Xiong Zhengtao and Niu Daqiang, two newly hired chefs, to busy themselves with the prep work.
It was already past eleven, and Jiang Yu and Lu Shuwu each stir-fried a few more dishes. Along with the dishes prepared by the seven other chefs, the canteen officially opened for business.
Meanwhile, the seven eliminated chefs sat in a private room, sipping the sour plum soup made by Jiang Yu and chatting in small groups:
"Hey, honestly, there's not much difference in our skills. We were only eliminated because we were unlucky."
