Xiong Bingsheng's original plan was to bring the students over early to sample the delicious food at the Seventh Dining Hall without disrupting its normal operations, and then to conclude the tour and send them off before lunch.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the allure of good food.
How could almost two hundred graduating seniors be satisfied with merely ten big pots of spicy crayfish?
Especially since these spicy crayfish were made by Jiang Yu himself.
In less than fifteen minutes, the ten large pots of spicy crayfish were all devoured, and the tables in the dining area were piled high with empty crayfish shells.
And the students, though excited, felt a bit regretful, murmuring while sucking their fingers:
"The crayfish were so delicious, but there were so few! I only ate three and they were gone; I didn't get enough!"
"Boo hoo hoo, I skipped breakfast, and now after eating a few crayfish, I feel even hungrier!"
