Chapter 723 - 742: Ask Little Mao If He Still Wants His Skewers
Chapter 723: Chapter 742: Ask Little Mao If He Still Wants His Skewers
「Meanwhile, in the professor’s apartment.」
Dean Zhu was well aware of Jiang Qiuqiu’s culinary skills. Her food was top-notch, and eating it felt like a spiritual spa—an utterly blissful experience.
Normally, when he watched Jiang Qiuqiu practice, he couldn’t very well invite his wife over to eat. But today, his student had delivered it right to their door. He sent a special message to his wife: "That amazing food I’m always talking about? It’s here at home. Hurry back. I’m waiting to eat."
Because ’Jiang Qiuqiu’s magic box’ couldn’t just be opened willy-nilly. One careless peek and the food might just disappear.
So Dean Zhu waited and waited. By the time the moon was setting in the west, his wife finally returned.
"Why are you so late today?"
"When am I ever not late? Today is just like any other day." Mrs. Zhu washed her hands and opened the thermal container.
The moment the lid was opened, the intense aroma of barbecue rushed out, a mixture of piquant spices and the rich scent of meat and fat—
This was completely different from their everyday food.
Dean Zhu quickly pulled the food out. It was their first time eating anything served on skewers. The dean grabbed one for himself and took a bite.
Mrs. Zhu also took a tentative bite.
What followed was a grand performance of the amazing food-vanishing act.
"I thought you were just exaggerating all this time, but I see now it’s all true."
"This student of yours... her cooking is on par with the Old Ling Family’s."
"Mm, what is this flavor? Can a talent really manifest like this?"
"A Spirit Healing Master? With cooking like this, even healthy people will be feigning illness just to get treated."
As he said this, Dean Zhu noticed a bottle of wine in the container.
The transparent glass bottle held a wine of a faint reddish hue. It looked beautiful, but it seemed a little strange to think it was actually for drinking.
But then again—
’Trust the skewers! Trust the wine!’
"Dear, let’s try this, shall we? She sent it over specially."
He got out two small cups. The wine had a fruity aroma, and its slightly tart flavor was complemented by a crisp, icy mouthfeel. A bite of skewer, a sip of wine—what more could you ask for?
Bliss.
However, the portion Jiang Qiuqiu had sent for Dean Zhu was meant for one. With the two of them sharing, they hadn’t quite eaten their fill when it was all gone.
A pile of empty bamboo skewers lay on the plate.
Mrs. Zhu was lightly perspiring. "It’s all gone already...? This... this stuff goes down way too easily, doesn’t it?"
"It wasn’t meant to be a full meal."
"Hey, wait a minute. Why is there another container over there? Are you planning to hog it all for yourself behind my back again?!"
"..."
"What are you talking about? When have I ever eaten anything behind your back!" Dean Zhu gave an unseemly roll of his eyes. "Those other times were during monitoring sessions. It would’ve been strange to call you over."
"That container isn’t mine. It’s for Little Mao next door. He wasn’t in today... so it was left with me just to hold onto."
’I’ll have to have someone pick it up later.’
"Little Mao? He should have finished dinner by now," Mrs. Zhu mused. "Didn’t he go on a blind date today? I think he was meeting a girl at the revolving restaurant."
"Even if he’s already eaten, we can’t just take what belongs to a junior... We should ask him first!"
「Little Mao was, indeed, at the revolving restaurant.」
He rarely went out to enjoy himself. On weekdays, he was usually buried in his work, managing the curriculum’s progress.
On his days off, he was usually holed up in the Virtual Machine Room, sparring with colleagues, or chatting with his mentor. He really didn’t get out much.
Today’s blind date was at the revolving restaurant.
Little Mao hadn’t wanted to come, but his mother had nagged him endlessly. Besides, it was a chance to get a good meal out of it. But mostly, he came because he just couldn’t say no.
He ordered a huge spread of dishes—some that his date liked, and some that he liked.
All in all, it was quite an extravagant spread.
This initial show of generosity was enough to make a good impression, until—