"Hey, son, what are you doing here? Come, this is your Uncle Chen. Quick, say hello!”
Pan Jianzhong came down from the second floor of the cafeteria with the client who had just signed a contract. He saw his son standing at the entrance of the cafeteria.
A crack appeared on Pan Xiuqi's calm expression.
Things were already settled, but he did not expect to see his father here!
"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person!"
Pan Xiuqi felt Xu Ming's gaze fall on him and immediately denied it.
Pan Jianzhong's smiling face instantly darkened, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.
"What did you say? Say it again!"
"Uncle, I really don't know you. You've got the wrong person!”
Pan Xiuqi braced himself and continued. He couldn't let the quota he wanted go to waste!
At most, he would be beaten up at home and get a spot first.
Everyone looked at Pan Xiuqi silently, watching the development of the situation.
Pan Jianzhong saw that the client was looking at him in a strange way. He flew into a rage out of humiliation and immediately went forward to grab Pan Xiuqi's ear.
"You little brat, you've become bold, haven't you? You don't even acknowledge your father anymore.”
As she spoke, she raised her hand and was about to slap him.
Pan Xiuqi was so scared that he quickly ran away with his hands over his head.
"Dad, what are you doing? There are so many people here. Can't you give me some face?”
"Do you know that you've ruined my good plan? You've ruined all the spots I got!”
"Why didn't you tell me that you were coming over to eat? Also, you actually made an appointment to eat on the second floor without bringing me along. Am I your biological son?!"
Pan Jianzhong was so angry at this unfilial son that he unbuckled his belt and chased after him.
"You're still being reasonable, right? I'll kill you today!”
...
Xu Ming fell silent as he watched this farce.
"Next…"
By the time he had recruited 20 helpers, the sky was already dark. Xu Ming was mentally exhausted from the torture of these students.
Each and every one of them really did everything they could to pretend to be poor, wishing they could make up the world's most miserable background.
Back in the kitchen, everyone was still discussing the farce.
"I'm dying of laughter. The one who refused to acknowledge his father for a spot was chased around the campus twice. In the end, he was threatened with living expenses before he stopped.”
"I'm afraid we can't avoid a beating.”
Ye Lixuan was not interested in such gossip. He stood in front of the stove and cooked porridge.
She wondered where he found such a huge clay pot.
There were a lot of ingredients in a pot, and there was also a lot of water. He could only turn on the highest heat to let the porridge boil in the clay pot while he kept stirring with a spoon.
Xu Ming walked over to take a look.
"Congee tonight?"
Such a large clay pot of Eight Treasures Congee was definitely enough to eat. He could also order some buns and cakes.
"I suddenly want to cook porridge. Is Chef Xu going to cook?”
Ye Lixuan looked at the time and then at the Eight Treasures Congee that he had cooked for the entire afternoon. He wanted to carry it to the side.
Use more force.
It didn't move at all.
He exerted more strength.
It still didn't move.
He took a deep breath, held the edge of the clay pot with both hands, and pushed it up.
He still couldn't move it.
Such a big clay pot was empty when it was brought up. Now that it was stewed with a pot of porridge, it was simply too heavy.
Hence, Li Yong and Hu Haitao forcefully carried him down.
The two of them were the strongest in the kitchen.
"Where did you get such a big clay pot?"
"When I was studying in Dong City, I lived at my uncle's house and ate porridge every day.”
Once he mentioned East City, everyone understood. The congee there was indeed famous.
Then, everyone scooped a bowl of porridge and leaned to the side to drink.
It was just so-so.
It was just a bowl of plain porridge without any good points. It was not delicious, not bad, and had no taste.
After finishing a bowl, Xu Ming suddenly wanted to eat porridge.
He wanted to have some sweet Eight Treasures Congee. Coincidentally, the osmanthus sugar he made before the New Year was still there. It should taste good in the Eight Treasures Congee.
Hence, he took out a medium-sized clay pot.
The ingredients were all prepared beforehand. They were placed directly into the clay pot, added water, and turned the fire to the maximum. The congee was boiled over the fire.
Seeing Xu Ming cooking the porridge, everyone curiously came over with their bowls.
He casually left the porridge to boil in the clay pot, and then went to prepare other dishes while he was cooking the porridge.
After about an hour, the Eight Treasures Congee in the pot became very thick. Xu Ming turned the fire from medium to low and opened the jar of osmanthus sugar.
He poured half of the bottle into it.
The fragrance of the ingredients of Xu Ming's Eight Treasures Porridge was accompanied by the taste of osmanthus sugar. It was very layered.
This fragrance directly followed the steam and spread out. The porridge that Ye Lixuan made only had the fragrance of some beans and rice.
Everyone picked up their bowls at the same time and scooped a bowl each to eat.
The freshly cooked porridge was very hot.
Ye Lixuan was afraid of eating porridge at his uncle's house in high school. He drank porridge until he cried. His uncle's family was addicted to making porridge and drank porridge for three years. They drank it until they secretly ordered takeout!
As a result, he never went to his uncle's house after graduating from high school. He was afraid of eating porridge.
He didn't expect to taste the porridge in his mouth. He was stunned.
Was there such a stunning Eight Treasures Porridge in this world?
Rich, sweet, thick, and delicate. All the ingredients melted in his mouth. If it wasn't too hot, he felt that he wouldn't even need to swallow them before they slid down his throat and into his stomach!
A mouthful of porridge extended from the esophagus all the way to the stomach. All kinds of fragrances were digested, leaving only the aftertaste of the osmanthus sugar in his mouth. The fragrance pervaded the tip of his nose.
" Hulu, hulu."
Li Yong took a bite of the Eight Treasures Congee and immediately changed to a soup bowl. He directly added a large bowl.
He gulped down the Eight Treasures Congee like a cow chewing on a peony.
Then, he picked up the next bowl and continued eating.
Everyone forgot about the big pot of porridge that Ye Lixuan made.
She hated that the clay pot Xu Ming chose was too small. Two bowls for each person were gone.
Zhao Tianming put down his bowl and chopsticks and burped contentedly.
"It's a perfect Eight Treasures Congee without any flaws. It's even better than the hundred-year-old congee shop I used to eat in East City. The congee chef there was over 60 years old and had been making congee all his life. He only sold one kind of congee. I thought it was the best congee, but I didn't expect Chef Xu to be so good at making congee!”
Hu Haitao burped when he heard that. He hated himself for not having two stomachs like a cow.
What a delicious porridge. He was actually full after drinking a big bowl. He shouldn't have eaten the porridge that Ye Lixuan made just now. It occupied his seat!
Zhao Tianming felt that the most correct thing he had done all these years was to learn cooking from Xu Ming.
Otherwise, how could he eat such delicacies every day!
When he thought of all these foods, he no longer felt the pain of learning how to cook every day. He wished he could stay in the kitchen 24 hours a day!
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