Chapter 51. The passionate old man in the cafeteria of No. 51 Middle School
Master Wang could tell the difference right away after just one taste.

The dishes on the table are of average quality.

The tomatoes were fried over high heat; the eggplants were not only cooked over high heat, but too much water was added, so the stew was soulless; the cucumbers were okay, cooked at just the right temperature, but a bit salty.

With just a quick taste, Master Wang could find a lot of problems.

Judging from the skills of the people who made these dishes, they are not even apprentice chefs. At best, they can cook them well enough to be eaten.

But, but here comes.

The ingredients are so good that the taste is really brought out.

With this quality of food, you can even eat three bowls of rice if you cook it in plain water.

After savoring the food for a while, Master Wang put down his chopsticks, pulled a stool and sat down. He pointed at the food box and said, "Good stuff."

Then he asked, "How much?"

"15 per pound, no matter what dish it is, it's 15, easy to calculate." Zhang Yue replied immediately.

Master Wang shook his head and laughed, "Ms. Zhang, right? Your husband has a good relationship with his friend. If you sell vegetables of this quality for 15 yuan, I'm afraid it won't even cover the cost. There's a new phrase that goes, 'Friendship price and discount again.'"

The old man is quite trendy and must have read a lot of news about international arms purchases.

The teachers were all shocked by what Master Wang said.

"Ah? 15 yuan per pound is not enough to cover the cost? How much will it cost if it is sold outside?" A teacher named Li expressed her incomprehension. She felt that vegetables at 15 yuan were already very expensive, and it was even more infuriating that they were not allowed to choose. Tomatoes that used to cost 15 yuan were sold for 15 yuan in the vegetable market, and spinach that cost three bunches at yuan was still sold for yuan. Isn't it a rip-off?

"Teacher Li, you don't know that many vegetables are expensive now. There are tomatoes online for 12 yuan, and they are only 9 grams, which is 130 yuan per pound."

"Not only that, I've even seen cabbage sold for 100 yuan per pound, and there are people who actually buy it."

A group of teachers started chatting about the topic, and each of them turned into an online shopping expert, which was eye-opening.

Master Wang listened for a while, curled his lips, and said lightly, "This kind of thing is not about money. Ordinary people can't find the temple door even if they have money."

There was no further words to say.

He looked at Zhang Yue and asked, "Teacher Zhang, please tell me more about this dish. What is the recipe?"

Hearing this, the other teachers stopped chatting.

Yes, the reason why we asked Zhang Yue to bring food here today is for these students with poor appetite. Now it seems to be really effective.

Then we should talk about what to do next.

Zhang Yue cleared his throat and introduced everything in detail, "This vegetable grower is from this city. Their home is on a mountain to the north of the city, quite far away. Yesterday we went to visit them, and the aunt said that their vegetables were ordinary before, but this year, their children came back from Shanghai, and the vegetables became very good."

"His child is a friend of my husband. He gave my husband a bag of water chestnuts at first. They tasted really good. Later, when I asked him, I found out that his family also grows vegetables."

"This vegetable is not sold in the market now, so we eat it at home. Yesterday, when we went out to play, all the people who bought vegetables were friends and classmates."

"By the way, his family also needs to send money to his girlfriend in the imperial capital. His girlfriend is a scientist doing research at the National Academy of Sciences."

Zhang Yue remembers it very clearly.

When chatting in the evening, Su Jing asked Luo Yihang whether he had given it to Sister Rui.

Luo Yihang even asked Su Jing back, saying how could it be possible that she didn't give it to her, your sister Rui was the first one to taste it, it had been sent by express several times, using cold chain air transportation, and arrived the next day, so Sister Rui ate it fresh.

Every word Zhang Yue said was true, but to others it sounded misleading.

Master Wang and the teachers immediately grasped the key words after listening.

"No wonder. I said I hadn't heard of it before. Feelings are new."

"His girlfriend works at the Academy of Sciences. She sent it all the way here. Maybe it's a special supply."

"It's possible. Maybe some new technology was used."

"We only sell it to friends and don't take it out. No wonder I've never heard of it." While we were chatting here, the student had already finished his meal.

He ate so cleanly that he even poured the soup into the bowl and mixed it with the rice.

It seemed as if they were still not satisfied. The students pushed and prodded each other, and after a long while of doing little tricks, they finally sent out a representative.

It was little Liu Xinxin, who stretched out her little head and looked at the teacher eagerly and asked: "Teacher Zhang, can you bring us lunch tomorrow?"

The little deer's watery eyes were full of longing, and the teachers were heartbroken.

Mr. Wang couldn't stand this.

My heart immediately softened like noodles, and I said softly, "Baby, grandpa will cook for you tomorrow, okay?"

Liu Xinxin smiled and shook her head gently, "That would be too hard for Grandpa, I would like to ask Teacher Zhang to help me bring the food."

Children are good at talking, so even if they doubt his cooking skills, Grandpa Wang doesn't get angry at all.

He turned around and asked Zhang Yue: "Mr. Zhang, do you have any more of these vegetables? Sell me some and I will pay for it myself and cook a few dishes for the kids tomorrow."

Zhang Yue waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, Master Wang, you don't have to buy it, I still have more. Oh, by the way, this is a gift from that family. Before he left, he said he had a field of vegetables to sell, so he gave me some to try. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"That's great. I was just worried about that." Teacher Qu slapped his thigh hard and gritted his teeth in pain.

He didn't stop talking, "I was worried that they wouldn't sell it to others. Since they are willing to sell it, that's good. I will go to the principal tomorrow when I get to work and ask him to approve the money and purchase it. Judging from the way the children eat, their dishes can really solve the problem of poor appetite. The college entrance examination is just over a month away, so we can't delay it."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhang, how much is his takeout if you're not an acquaintance?"

Zhang Yue was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, and shook his head, "No, maybe we have to talk about it alone."

After the previous discussion, Zhang Yue couldn't make up his mind. Should he sell it at this price or at a friendly discount?

"No matter how much it costs!" Old Master Wang waved his hand, "I will go to see the principal tomorrow. Just like Teacher Qu said, the college entrance examination is the most important event in the lives of these kids. We can't delay it. We have to buy it no matter how much it costs. At worst, I can make up for it. I still have enough money for my coffin."

"Not really, not really. How could we ask you to pay?" Teacher Qu, Zhang Yue, and other teachers spoke together to comfort the hot-blooded old man.

The students who had been eavesdropping at the table next to them didn't care and cheered in unison, "There's something delicious!"

……

The next day, Zhang Yue brought all the vegetables that Luo Yihang sent to school and handed them over to Chef Wang Dahai.

Chef Wang cooked personally, using his big-pot cooking skills to prepare several home-cooked dishes, and set up two tables in the small cafeteria private room on the second floor.

One table is for the teachers of the senior year group, and the other table is for the senior year students.

Mainly students.

The students selected this time were very scientific to serve as the control group, including good students, bad students, students with little pressure, students with great pressure, boys and girls.

I just want to see the differences between different students.

In the end, there is no difference at all, they are all the same.

The chef’s work is extraordinary.

Once the spiritual vegetables pass through Master Wang's hands, their flavor becomes even more enhanced.

No matter whether they are teachers or students, the dishes are eaten up in seconds once they are served, and they are so delicious that they want to swallow them all.

After lunch, wait until 2pm.

The principal of No. 3 Middle School just returned from a meeting in the city.

He was blocked in the office by four class teachers, led by the senior suite teacher, two teaching teachers, and Mr. Wang from the cafeteria.

There is also a Grade 12 teacher named Zhang Yue, who is a little out of place among this group of people, following behind like a quail.

(End of this chapter)