Chapter 50. All the Same

The evening meal for patients in the municipal hospital also consists of two dishes, one soup and one staple food.

As soon as the meal was delivered to the outside of the ward at five o'clock, Lao Geng took the initiative to sit up, set up the small table, and wait for the meal to be served.

Old Geng's daughter also happily went out to get the food and placed it one by one on the small table.

Yesterday, the meat dish that Lao Geng ordered for dinner was steamed lion's head, the vegetarian dish provided by the hospital was stir-fried zucchini, the soup was spinach soup, and the staple food was two steamed buns.

But no matter which dish it is, it all looks pale.

But Lao Geng is still looking forward to it. The tomato egg drop soup at noon is also white and tastes very good.

Lao Geng picked up the chopsticks excitedly and tasted the three dishes one by one.

The more you look forward to it before tasting it, the more disappointed you will be after tasting it.

Old Geng got angry, threw down his chopsticks, and yelled at his daughter with his neck stiffened: "I want to eat oil-splashed noodles with more chili. Go buy it for me. I won't eat this crap!"

Lao Geng’s daughter is really worried. No matter how hard you try to coax her, she won’t turn around. She is extremely difficult to deal with.

There was no other way, so Lao Geng’s daughter had to hide out of the ward and go to the nurse’s station to ask.

When I got to the nurses' station, I saw a large crowd of patients and their families gathered there, all asking about the soup for lunch.

The nurses at the nurses station are also worried.

At first glance, the patients and their families, young and old, who came here, all had bad tempers and complained about the hospital meals.

Normally, if the hospital meals continued to taste bad, I would just endure it and at most complain a few words.

After all, no one goes to the hospital to enjoy life.

But suddenly it tasted delicious.

It becomes like "once you have seen the sea, all other puddles are but puddles." That is unbearable.

Seeing this situation, the nurses station quickly reported it to the ward management department, the ward management department then found the logistics department, and the logistics department notified the canteen.

A series of departments in the hospital were alarmed.

Report the matter to the dean and then continue the investigation.

Then he found out from the canteen chef that he had found the administrator, and from the administrator, he found out that Sui Wa had brought him a bag of tomatoes that morning...

Then Sui Wa became panic-stricken and was called to the leader's office for questioning.

At this time, Sui Wa didn't know that similar things were happening in No. 3 Middle School.

……

The turmoil at No. 3 Middle School actually started earlier.

It started yesterday.

Yesterday, Sunday, Teacher Zhang and his wife rode Sui Wa’s car back home.

Zhang Yue still remembers giving special lessons to the senior high school students.

After arriving home, I immediately cooked some home-cooked dishes with the freshly brought vegetables.

I packed everything in a big lunch box and hurried to the cafeteria of No. 3 Middle School.

No. 3 Middle School implements a two-day weekend system, except for the senior year students who have two days off per week.

Senior high school students only have one day off a week: Saturday, and classes on Sunday.

It was a little late when Zhang Yue arrived at school.

The cafeteria, which is usually bustling with people, now only had a few windows open. With only a few senior high school students sitting in it, the huge cafeteria looked empty.

Fortunately, at the long table in the middle, headed by Teacher Qu, four or five teachers, and seven or eight students were still waiting.

Because I called before.

Zhang Yue carried the lunch box and walked quickly over to the long table. When he got closer, he found that those students were indeed the apple of the teachers' eyes.

Liu Xinxin is also there.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late." Zhang Yue said as he put the lunch box on the table.

Liu Xinxin stood up, said hello to the teacher, and took the initiative to help distribute the lunch boxes.

The other teachers were also very polite.

"Not too late, not too late, just right."

"Teacher Zhang, you have worked hard. Please take a seat." "Teacher Zhang, these are the vegetables you bought from that store. They look really good."

Isn't that good?

There were several home-cooked dishes in the lunch box, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised eggplant, cucumber and pork slices, dried tofu and celery, stir-fried lettuce, and a cold dish of nut spinach mixed with peanuts.

The red ones are red, the green ones are green, the purple ones are purple, and the blue ones are blue. The colors look so beautiful.

Not to mention that once you open the food box, the aroma is so overbearing that it rushes straight into your nose, so tempting.

Immediately, the students could hear their stomachs rumbling.

Even the teachers were secretly drooling.

When Teacher Qu saw it, she didn't wait any longer and quickly called out, "Children, eat quickly before it gets cold. We still have classes in the afternoon. Try it and see how it feels."

The students who were called in to taste the food this time were specially selected from the top students in each class, or the best students in each subject's teachers.

They all have a common characteristic: facing the college entrance examination, they feel too much psychological pressure and have loss of appetite.

No. 3 Middle School is a key school in the city (ranked second), and there are many good students in the school. Good students are generally sensible and thoughtful. So there are eight classes in the senior year, more than 300 students, and almost one-third of them have similar symptoms.

Or maybe it’s because the pressure in the third year of high school is too great.

However, no matter how poor your appetite is, as long as it is not caused by physical illness, you will be unable to resist the vegetables nourished by spiritual energy.

After obtaining permission from Zhang Yue and other teachers, several children held their rice bowls, used their chopsticks non-stop, and ate without even raising their heads, eating like little piglets.

The teachers gathered at the next table and looked at the scene, all of them smiling with relief.

Okay, okay, being able to eat is a blessing.

Eat more, get enough nutrition, and have more energy.

You can do more tests.

……

The lively scene here naturally attracted the attention of the canteen staff.

Look, even the chef from the cafeteria came over.

The chef came over to the tables and took a look.

I saw a group of students using the cafeteria’s cutlery and eating the cafeteria’s rice, but they were paired it with the dishes they brought themselves.

He frowned on the spot, walked to the teachers' table, and asked directly: "What? The kitchen is not good?"

The tone was a bit harsh, and Zhang Yue was too young to answer.

Among the teachers present, only the special-grade teacher Mr. Qu had enough experience to chat with this master chef.

Teacher Qu stepped forward without hesitation, smiled before speaking, and replied in a friendly manner: "Look at what you said, if you were the one cooking, everyone would rush to cook, but you didn't cook today. These dishes are from Teacher Zhang's husband, who has connections with others. He used his connections to buy some fine dishes for the children to taste. Master Wang, can you give us some advice?"

Why did Teacher Qu say that? Because this master chef is very old, over 70 years old, a whole generation older than Teacher Qu.

What's more, this person is not an ordinary person.

The master chef’s surname is Wang, and his name is very broad, Wang Dahai.

He was the head chef of a state-owned restaurant in the 80s. In those days, being a chef and even becoming the head chef in a state-owned restaurant required some real skills.

Later, when the tide of going into business started, I also followed the trend and went to coastal cities, where I worked as a cook in a large restaurant and even became the head chef.

Later, when I got older and earned enough money, I returned to my hometown to retire.

It just so happened that the No. 3 Middle School was being built, and it was right at his doorstep.

The old man came to us on his own initiative and said that he wanted to take charge of the school cafeteria. His children were not around, and his wife had passed away long ago, so he was alone and lonely.

He was in charge of the cafeteria not for any other reason but to see the students every day. The lively and bustling atmosphere made him feel that he was still young.

Ten years have passed in a flash, and the old man is still working in the cafeteria. He is now considered a special employee and does not receive much salary. He can come and go as he pleases. When he is free, he can give instructions to the chefs in the kitchen.

In the entire No. 3 Middle School, even the principal’s qualifications are not as good as his.

After listening to Teacher Qu's words, Master Wang said nothing. He took out a new pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage on the table and picked up some food from the dishes to taste.

Close your eyes and smack your lips.

Hmm, that's interesting.

(End of this chapter)