Chapter 167 Helping in the Kitchen
The food cooked by Xue Ruyan was delicious, which made Jiang Tian sigh in admiration. She was truly worthy of being his gourmet partner.
Even though it was not made with exotic ingredients, Jiang Tian still relied on his terrifying digestive ability to extract blood and energy from it.
During the meal, Jiang Tian mentioned the experimental class to Xue Ruyan and told her about Zhang Mou's hypothesis.
After listening to Jiang Tian's explanation, Xue Ruyan's expression turned thoughtful. "Is there really such a situation?"
Jiang Tian nodded. "Next, our experimental class will test it out and see if the theory holds."
"If it does, we can promote it among our class of freshmen."
"But even if it succeeds, the number of people who can benefit will still be limited. At the very least, it can only be used by the freshmen of our university."
Xue Ruyan understood what Jiang Tian meant.
Although his dishes were powerful and had special effects, the number of people they could accommodate was restricted.
And what limited Jiang Tian the most—was time!
Through experiments, they had already confirmed that for the dishes to have the best effect, they had to taste good.
This required Jiang Tian, as the chef, to put thought into every dish and spend time preparing them.
It wasn't as simple as just boiling ingredients in water.
Jiang Tian needed rest, had his own life, had to practice, and also had to research new dishes.
He couldn't possibly dedicate all his time solely to this.
Using the big pot cooking method was the most time-saving solution.
But there was still good news. Jiang Tian's talent was improving, and as his control over heat strengthened, the cooking time was also gradually decreasing.
Jiang Tian chatted with Xue Ruyan over dinner, and after eating, they each went about their daily routines.
Jiang Tian continued his culinary studies while his teacher, Zhou Shang, had already acquired cold-natured alien ingredients.
Meanwhile, Xue Ruyan resumed her daily practice, sitting cross-legged beneath the Dao Pattern Spirit Tree in the courtyard.
Jiang Tian sat outside, projecting videos on his new mobile phone, watching them with his headphones on.
The two simply accompanied each other in the courtyard as time passed peacefully.
A week passed just like that.
Seven full days had gone by since the entrance examination ended.
After a week, the new campus became lively again as the freshmen who had their legs broken had finally recovered.
They could now move freely, just like Huang Xing, Guo Qihang, Leng Hao, and the others whose legs had remained intact.
Of course, those who had tried Jiang Tian's perfect dishes—particularly the top twelve in the entrance exam—had already gotten out of bed much earlier.
Those with intact legs had long since become Jiang Tian's errand boys and food delivery staff.
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In the special dining hall
Inside the kitchen, Tian Yundong, wearing an apron, frowned as he scrolled through his mobile phone screen.
After a while, he let out a frustrated howl.
"This is so infuriating! Why don't these people believe it?" Tian Yundong grumbled.
Zhang Mou, who had just finished washing his hands and wiping them dry, walked over and asked, "What are you angry about this time?"
"I'm arguing with those people online. They keep saying that this year's freshmen at Hongwu University are all trash!" Tian Yundong gritted his teeth.
Hearing this, Zhang Mou sighed and chuckled. "Why do you even bother arguing with them?"
He knew exactly why Tian Yundong was angry.
It was nothing more than defending Jiang Tian. After all, the students from other martial arts universities had never experienced their entrance exam.
Plus, many of the freshmen in their own class were too embarrassed to explain the situation truthfully, for the sake of saving face.
As a result, people online misunderstood and believed that Jiang Tian was just a lucky guy who mooched off his connections and exaggerated his achievements.
Tian Yundong, now an avid Jiang Tian supporter, simply couldn't tolerate such remarks and often found himself arguing online.
But in the end, they would just call him part of a paid publicity team and ask how much money he received.
At this moment, Shentu Jiayi walked over, shaking her head. "I told you before, don't waste your time. Just focus on helping Boss Jiang instead."
Tian Yundong sighed in frustration and got up. "Fine, fine... back to work."
He walked toward the massive chopping board, where the carcasses of the Red Pig Tribe were waiting to be processed.
These were specially acquired by Hongwu University, and since only Jiang Tian could cook them, they were relatively inexpensive.
While Zhang Mou and the others couldn't cook alien meat, they could still help out as kitchen assistants.
The experimental class had officially been established.
Though the teacher hadn't arrived yet, the students in the experimental class had already received their first task—help Jiang Tian in the kitchen of the special canteen.
The rest of the freshmen had already learned about this arrangement.
They were not only envious but also curious about this unique class.
After all, these students got to work directly under Jiang Tian, eat at the special cafeteria, and be personally served by him.
The situation was truly bizarre.
Today, the people helping in the kitchen included Xue Ruyan, who was always there for taste-testing.
Alongside her were Zhang Mou, Shentu Jiayi, Tian Yundong, and Niu Dazhuang.
The four of them each took their positions and prepared to break down the Red Pig Tribe meat.
Their expressions were serious, their posture fully alert.
After all, the first time they handled the Red Pig Tribe, they had been too careless.
And they had paid the price.
What was the price?
Jiang Tian's personal training.
He had beaten them so thoroughly they limped back to their dorms.
"You have to respect the food. Never be careless."
"Do you think breaking down meat is just about chopping it into a few pieces?"
"That's not the case. You need to carefully observe and remember the structure of the Red Pig Tribe."
"Only this way can you prepare high-quality meat. Even if the ingredients are excellent, if they aren't handled correctly, the taste and texture will suffer."
"Even the slightest mistake can affect the final result."
Jiang Tian's words of wisdom still echoed in their minds.
And they had learned firsthand how true they were.
Jiang Tian had cooked a dish using the Red Pig Tribe meat they had randomly chopped, and then he cooked another using meat properly prepared by Xue Ruyan.
The difference was immediately obvious.
Although the randomly chopped meat was still delicious, the taste and the blood energy effects were significantly weaker.
Details mattered.
Even small things, when neglected, could prevent you from achieving something great.
And this lesson, taught in the kitchen, made the students in the experimental class realize the importance of seriousness and precision.
But at the same time, with Zhang Mou's explanation, they also discovered a hidden benefit.