MMB Chapter 68 Is it really that delicious?
Chapter 68 Is it really that delicious?
Chapter 68 Is it really that delicious?
"Knock knock knock!" The knocking sounded on the door.
Su Weiwei's clear voice rang out: "Senior! Auntie! I'm here! I can smell the fragrance even through the door!"
Wang Sheng opened the door.
Su Weiwei wore a pale yellow dress today, looking like a lively little oriole. She hopped in, sniffing the air intensely: "Wow! Kung Pao Chicken! Pig's Trotters! Lettuce! This smells amazing! Senior, can I try some first? My mouth is watering!"
Wang Sheng chuckled and handed her a pair of chopsticks and a small dish: "You have such a keen nose. Try the pig's trotters, they're fresh out of the pot."
Su Weiwei couldn't wait to pick up a small piece of pig's trotter, blow on it, and put it in her mouth.
Instantly, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed indistinctly, "Mmm! It melts in your mouth! So chewy! This gelatinous texture—it sticks to my lips! It's so fragrant! It's even better than what I had at the store last time!"
She picked up another peanut from the Kung Pao Chicken, and with a crisp "crunch," exclaimed, "The peanut is so crunchy! The chicken is so tender! This taste—it's familiar but I can't quite put my finger on it, it's just so fragrant and goes perfectly with rice!"
Wang Xiulan smiled broadly as she watched Su Weiwei eat with gusto: "Weiwei, eat as much as you like! Auntie will give you plenty!"
"Thank you, Auntie!"
Su Weiwei smiled sweetly, then turned to Wang Sheng, lowering her voice with excitement, "Senior, it's a sure thing! With this level of quality, let alone fifteen portions, people would be scrambling for a hundred and fifty! Director Zhang's side will definitely be fine!"
Wang Sheng felt much more at ease: "Thank you for your kind words. Come on, help me pack it into the box."
He took out a white lunchbox with a simple red "Shengji Canteen" logo and the small words "Jinling University First Canteen, Window No. 07" printed on it.
The three of them quickly packed the two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and one soup into five lunchboxes, packed the rice firmly, closed the lids, and then neatly arranged them in the insulated box. Wang Xiulan carefully checked the seal to ensure that the food would still be warm when it was delivered.
"Mom, Weiwei, I'm going to deliver it." Wang Sheng picked up the heavy insulated box.
"Be careful on the road! Talk to people politely!"
Wang Xiulan gave instructions.
"Good luck, senior! May you achieve great success!"
Su Weiwei waved her little fist.
Xinghui Science and Technology Park, Building A, 12th floor.
Just after noon, the air was filled with the smells of various takeout orders.
The oily aroma of mala tang, the fragrance of fried chicken, and the sweetness of salad dressing intertwine together.
The table next to the front desk was piled high with colorful takeout bags.
"Yuqing, what are we having for lunch? That newly opened Japanese restaurant with set meals? The pictures look really nice."
Colleague Xiao Wu approached Lin Yuqing's workstation and asked.
Lin Yuqing didn't even look up, her beautiful fingers swiping across the phone screen, the page stopping at a mid-range luxury restaurant with an average price of over two hundred yuan per person.
She said with a hint of impatience, "I have no appetite. They all look pretty much the same. The foie gras rice at that restaurant yesterday was greasy, and the salad tasted like grass."
She comes from a well-off family, and if it weren't for the sheer boredom of staying at home, the compensation money from the demolition of her house would have made her completely carefree. However, because of this, she is also particular about food. The lunch allowance provided by her company is never enough for her, and she would rather pay out of her own pocket for better meals.
canteen?
Her impression of the university cafeteria was only of greasy stewed dishes and salty shredded potatoes.
Aside from eating in the school cafeteria at the beginning of her university years, she mostly ate at restaurants afterward.
Just then, the new project manager, Zhang Ya, walked into the office area carrying a large, seemingly ordinary-looking insulated box. Her voice was clear and bright: "Don't order takeout! Lunch is on the company today. Try the boxed meals from my new supplier, Shengji!"
She placed the insulated box on the conference table and opened the lid.
A warm aroma, carrying the scent of meat and rice, slowly wafted out.
It doesn't have that strong artificial flavor; it's a more authentic, natural food aroma.
"Shengji? Never heard of it, Mr. Zhang."
A bespectacled male colleague at the next workstation peeked into the neatly stacked white lunchboxes in the insulated box. "Looks pretty ordinary, cafeteria food?"
"It's just cafeteria food," Zhang Ya said frankly as she took her lunchboxes out. "It's the famous food stall at Jinling University's cafeteria. The owner's cooking is exceptionally good; even my brother is impressed. Hurry up, everyone get one while it's hot!"
Upon hearing the words "university cafeteria," several employees immediately wore expressions of "That's it?"
Lin Yuqing pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "Can the cafeteria food be any good? I bet Mr. Zhang has been fooled by her brother."
She remained seated, continuing to browse her high-end restaurant page, determined to order the expensive dishes later.
Zhang Ya ignored the murmurs and grabbed a lunchbox, shoving it into everyone's hands: "Try it and you'll see. If you don't like it, I'll reimburse you for tomorrow's takeout! Old Li, this is yours!"
Sitting in the corner, dressed in a simple plaid shirt, the old programmer Lao Li usually just wants something affordable and filling for lunch, often eating a rice bowl downstairs for a dozen yuan.
He took the lunchbox, said "Thank you, Mr. Zhang," and casually opened the lid without much expectation.
The moment the lid was lifted, an even richer and more direct aroma burst forth:
The bright red Kung Pao chicken glistened with oil, the emerald green garlic lettuce was fresh and crisp, the dark brown pig's trotters were piled up precariously to the side, the snow-white rice was distinct grain by grain, and there was a small compartment of milky white soup next to it.
Old Li didn't take it seriously at first, but the appearance and aroma were indeed much better than the rice bowls he usually ate.
He picked up his chopsticks and, as was his habit, first took a small piece of what looked like the most ordinary garlic lettuce and put it in his mouth.
The lettuce made a slight crunching sound when touched lightly with teeth.
It's refreshing, sweet, and has just the right amount of garlic and oyster sauce flavor. It's not mushy or overly salty as I had imagined.
Old Li was stunned.
this--
Is this really boxed lunch quality?
It tastes much better than the boiled vegetables in his usual light salad!
He couldn't resist picking up another large mouthful of lettuce and shoveling a big mouthful of rice into his mouth.
The rice was warm and cooked to the perfect firmness, with the natural aroma of grains, which perfectly complemented the crispness of the lettuce.
Old Li chewed much faster.
Seeing how much Lao Li enjoyed eating the lettuce, his colleague Xiao Wu asked curiously, "Brother Li? How does it taste?"
With his mouth full of rice, Old Li mumbled a reply: "Hmm—the lettuce is good, quite crisp."
"Is it really that miraculous?"
Xiao Wu opened his lunchbox with some skepticism.
Bright red Kung Pao chicken, dark brown pig's trotters, bright green lettuce, and snow-white rice—it looks more refined than typical takeout.
He picked up a piece of diced chicken, along with some peanuts, and put it in his mouth.
The next second, his eyes lit up: "Wow! This chicken! It's amazing! Tender and flavorful! The peanuts are crispy and fragrant!"
He immediately picked up another pig's trotter, "Mmm! This is even better! Tender and delicious! Not greasy at all!"
The "it smells so good!" sentiment began to spread.
The sounds of chewing and soft exclamations rose and fell.
"This lettuce is really crisp and has a nice color, unlike the wilted and yellowish lettuce you get with takeout."
"The rice smells so good, and each grain is distinct."
"This soup looks simple, but it tastes quite delicious—"
"Mr. Zhang! Which cafeteria is this? Will it be open tomorrow?"
Lin Yuqing frowned even more as she listened to the commotion around her.
Is it really that delicious?