Chef at the University Canteen-Chapter 395 - 253: There Are Two Types of Delicacies in This World_2

Chapter 395: Chapter 253: There Are Two Types of Delicacies in This World_2

Duan Yiming shook his head and said with a smile, "As far as I know, he doesn’t seem to have ever been to Guangdong."

"Never been to Guangdong, and yet can make the traditional soup so authentic and delicious? This Boss Xiao Jiang is truly something!"

He Zhengyu was surprised, although he was somewhat skeptical of Duan Yiming’s words, he thought there was no reason for the other to lie about this.

"Indeed, he’s extraordinary."

Duan Yiming nodded and said with some emotion,

"You’ve probably heard of the Kangmao Commercial Group in Guangdong, Mr. He?

As early as last year, President Ma, the Vice President of Kangmao Group, personally came from Guangdong to Jiang University, offering an annual salary of a million to hire Boss Xiao Jiang to take up the position of the head chef at their headquarters’ cafeteria. However, Boss Xiao Jiang rejected it on the spot."

Kangmao Group is also a major client of Duan Yiming’s company.

Back when President Ma came for cooperation talks, he was a bit hesitant. But when Duan Yiming took the executives to Jiang University’s second cafeteria to taste Jiang Yu’s soup dumplings, President Ma readily signed a cooperation agreement with him.

The matter of President Ma wanting to hire Jiang Yu at a high salary was something Duan Yiming personally facilitated back then.

"Anyone from Guangdong who doesn’t know Kangmao Group?"

He Zhengyu paused for a moment, then said with a face full of emotion,

"I really didn’t expect that in a university canteen, there would be such a highly skilled chef hiding there!

It seems that today I am really blessed by President Duan, otherwise, how could I taste such a delicious traditional soup?"

Duan Yiming smiled and said nothing.

In his heart, however, he was secretly proud: This is just the beginning, the dishes that follow are the real delicacies!

After a few words of conversation, the waiter started serving dishes again.

Steamed spare ribs in black bean sauce, Kirin bass, crispy roast pork, sweet and sour pork with pineapple, Hakka stuffed tofu, oyster sauce lettuce...

A series of Guangdong specialty dishes were served, yet Deng Linhui and He Xiaowei’s expressions didn’t change much, after all, it wasn’t their first time dining here; how could they not know Jiang Yu’s skills?

As long as Jiang Yu made it, everything tasted good!

Now, who cares if it’s Guangdong cuisine or Jiangzhou cuisine, just close your eyes and stuff it into your mouth!

But it was different for He Zhengyu, he never thought that when Duan Yiming said casually having a meal, this was the kind of "casual" meant.

A full table of dishes, all tailored to his taste!

This President Duan, truly values him too much!

To be honest, if it were a more sentimental person, they’d probably already be moved and agreed to President Duan’s earlier proposal.

President Duan’s offer was so good, and he valued him so much, not joining his company would feel like betraying one’s own conscience!

Unfortunately, though He Zhengyu was indeed touched, he’s just not a sentimental person.

Moreover, he’s over forty and can’t just impulsively "sell" himself out of emotion; he has to think about his second half of life.

While his mind was filled with these thoughts, Duan Yiming, sitting across, warmly invited him again:

"Mr. He, I didn’t know what dishes you like, so I just ordered some randomly. Please, don’t be shy, try and see how they taste."

"Alright, President Duan is considerate, thank you!"

He Zhengyu smiled at him; he had just had a cup of soup and whetted his appetite, so he was naturally not shy and picked up a piece of steamed ribs in black bean sauce with the public chopsticks, placing it in his small bowl.

Before he even put it in his mouth, the aroma of the ribs blended with the fragrance of the bean sauce filled his nostrils, making him involuntarily swallow his saliva.

And when the ribs went into his mouth, the flavor was even richer. The ribs were steamed soft and tender, coming off the bone with a gentle bite, the tender and juicy meat releasing its savory juice under the pressure of his teeth, almost making him swallow his tongue.

"This, this steamed ribs in black bean sauce is just too fragrant, too delicious! I, I have to eat faster, or else others will snatch it all up!"

After finishing one piece of ribs, this thought involuntarily popped into He Zhengyu’s mind.

This thought even startled himself!

In more than forty years of living, he never had much requirement for eating; as long as he was full and got enough nutrition for the day, he was fine.

As for flavor, as long as it was edible, it wasn’t a problem.

Whether it tasted good or not wasn’t important to him.

No matter how delicious it may be, it’s just a fleeting pleasure of the tongue, once in the stomach, doesn’t it just turn into a pile of fertilizer?

In He Zhengyu’s opinion, pursuing the pleasure of the taste buds is not as meaningful as reading more, traveling, enriching one’s mental world—that’s the interesting life.

But now, he actually entertained the thought of "eating a few more bites," is this even him?

Even though He Zhengyu’s mind was saying "no, no," his body was very honest, his hand reached forward with the chopsticks, another piece of ribs went into his mouth, then another.

After having several pieces of ribs, he turned his attention to the other dishes, his eyes shining with a strong desire.

This whole table of food, it’s all the dishes he loves!

...

More than half an hour later, the table had been almost cleared, with several plates emptied.