I work as a chef in the university cafeteria

Chapter 88 Part-time job in the cafeteria, is it so popular?
At 10 am on October 3rd, on the first floor of the No. 8 Canteen.

Several students were sitting in the hall of the cafeteria, with ramen, white porridge, steamed buns and tea eggs in front of them. These foods were steaming hot and full of fragrance, and they looked very appetizing.

However, these students seemed to have a bad appetite, so they barely ate a few mouthfuls, then put them aside and did not move.

A student folded his hands on the edge of the table, rested his chin on the back of his hands, and muttered to himself with blank eyes:

"It's only been one more meal in two days, and there are two more meals in four days. There are three meals a day, and there are fourteen meals. The fourteen meals don't have soup dumplings and slobbering chicken. It's so hard!"

"5555, why do you have to close for seven days? Other windows are eager to open every day, 24 hours a day, but Brother Jiang is still closed, it's too much..."

The other student originally cried a few times in a fake way, but ended up with a few "woo hoo", and I don't know where it touched the heartstrings, but he actually cried out, and the tears slipped from the corner of his eyes like broken pearls down.

In fact, this classmate's family is poor, and his monthly living expenses are pitifully low. He occasionally tasted the food of "Jiang's Guantangbao" shop a few times, which was also invited by his roommate.

It's just that, even he himself doesn't know why he suddenly feels uncomfortable in his heart. There is no reason for it, he just wants to cry loudly once.

A classmate sitting next to him was startled when he saw this:
"Hold the grass! Agui, your acting skills are good. You cried when you said you were crying, and the tears flowed out. It's a pity that you don't go to acting!"

"Hey! Ah Gui, don't cry!"

A burly boy sitting across from him touched his head with his hand and whispered,

"Let me tell you some good news, Brother Jiang's Seventh Canteen is recruiting some work-study students, you can try it!
As long as you go in, you will be provided with three meals a day in the cafeteria. Are you happy? ! "

Before Ah Gui could speak, the classmate next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed repeatedly:

"Hold the grass! Is it true or not? Tell me when the registration will start? I definitely have to go for this, let's not talk about the soup dumplings, you can eat all you can eat!"

"This is what a fellow of mine in the work-study department of the student union said. Can it be false?"

The burly boy glanced at him and continued,

"Starting at 01:30 this afternoon, sign up at the Seventh Canteen, and Senior Brother Jiang will personally interview you!

However, Agui can give it a try, the rest of us forget it, we won’t be able to sign up. "

"Hold the grass! Why? I'm not a student or what?"

"Senior brother Jiang said that only poor students are recruited. This is to help them complete their studies smoothly. You know what!"

"..."

In addition to the second canteen, the news that "Brother Jiang's seventh canteen is recruiting part-time students" was also secretly and quickly spread in other places in the school.

For a while, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the campus that had become a little quiet because of the National Day holiday...

……

"Lao Jiang, what shall we have for lunch?"

In the No. [-] canteen, the kitchen utensils and cooking utensils purchased by Jiang Yu had already arrived, and Hu Zhihai rushed over early in the morning to help move them into the kitchen, and along the way sorted and organized all kinds of things.

After working all morning, he finally finished it. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile,

"How about, let's change the taste, and I'll get a bighead carp?"

"Come on, you have to interview part-time students in the afternoon. How can I have time to do this for you?"

Jiang Yu was also very tired. He pulled a chair and sat down to catch his breath. After thinking for a while, he said,

"Let's go back to the second canteen first. When the time comes, go to the window next door to buy some rice. I'll make fried rice for you."

"Fried rice? What's so good about fried rice? It's dry and hard!"

"You don't want to eat? That's fine. I'll eat fried rice. You can buy something yourself."

"No... All right, all right, fried rice is fried rice, okay?"

"..."

After half an hour.

"Hold the grass! Lao Jiang, you, you, your fried rice is so delicious?!"

Hu Zhihai's eyes lit up, he picked up the plate in one hand, and the spoon in the other, and vigorously pushed the oily fried rice wrapped in eggs into his mouth, and yelled indistinctly while eating,

"However, I am uneducated, and I am surprised by holding a straw watch!"

Jiang Yu sat aside, eating fried rice slowly, not bothering to answer Hu Zhihai's nonsense.

An ordinary Guangling Fried Rice is just a spicy version. For him who is now close to advanced cooking skills, even if he does not use the system recipe, the taste will not be bad.

What's more, he also used the formula!
After eating, the two of them sat in the store to rest for a while. Seeing that the time had passed, the two of them got up and went out, and walked towards the Seventh Canteen.

When passing by the printing shop, Jiang Yu went in and stayed for a while, then walked out with a big package, and said with a smile:

"I made some registration forms, and when the time comes to recruit people, I can also keep a record."

"Well, we really need to keep a record. Maybe at some point, the school will come to check."

Hu Zhihai nodded, stretched out his hand to lift the other side, and walked forward together.

After arriving at No. [-] Canteen, Hu Zhihai took the registration form and stayed in the lobby, waiting for a while to receive the students who came to sign up for interviews, while Jiang Yu went into the storage room on the side.

This storage room is used to store grain, oil, rice and noodles. It is still empty and can be used as an interview room.

Not long after Jiang Yu entered, students who applied for part-time jobs came in twos and threes. After a while, fifty or sixty people came. A group of people sat in the dining area and looked around curiously, while whispering, watching Feeling a little excited.

It was almost time for Hu Zhihai, so he sent out the registration form and asked them to fill it out first.

Just when everyone was busy filling out the forms, three or four boys came and poked their heads outside the door.

"How many students are also here to apply for part-time jobs?"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

"Our cafeteria has long said that only poor students are recruited..."

"We are poor students, we are all poor, we can't even afford food!"

"You can't afford to eat, and you still wear brand-name shoes?"

Hu Zhihai was so angry that he almost cried out. The clothes on these boys were not obvious, but the shoes on their feet were either Adidas or Puma...

What kind of poor student is this?
If you want to deceive people, you have to be a little more professional, okay? !
A boy rolled his eyes and quickly explained:
"This is a counterfeit, fake name brand!"

"Fake?"

Hu Zhihai glanced at them, turned around and handed over a few registration forms, and said with a smile on his face,
"Since you insist on being poor students, you should fill in the form and sign up first.

Anyway, after our recruitment is over, we have to confirm with the school. Once it is found out that you have cheated and seized the opportunity of work-study programs for poor students, well, then your moral education points..."

When the first boy heard this, his face changed immediately, he smiled embarrassingly, and said:

"Brother, that, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do, and I may not be able to work part-time. I'm sorry, I'm leaving first."

"Brother, I have something to do, let's go first!"

"Brother..."

"..."

Hu Zhihai looked confused.

When he said these words, he originally wanted to scare the boys who came later who pretended to be poor students, but he didn't expect that not only these boys were scared away, but there were also a few gray people among the people who came before. ran away.

What the hell, is a part-time odd job in the cafeteria so popular now? !

(End of this chapter)