Food: Senior year internship, you take over the university cafeteria

Chapter 46 Daughter Bought? Robbery!

Shen Jing teased him, "Look at how greedy you are, just like Weiwei. You really are father and daughter."

Before six o'clock, they headed towards the cafeteria. A hundred meters away, they could see the entrance brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The line for late-night snacks had grown quite long, stretching from window number 07 all the way to the door, and even extending outwards after turning a corner. At first glance, there were at least fifty or sixty people in line!

Even more outrageous, there were also a few students standing in twos and threes next to the queue, some eating their lunch boxes and others gazing longingly towards the window.

"My God, so many people?!"

Shen Jing was startled and pulled her husband forward to squeeze through the crowd.

Su Mingyuan's eyes widened as well: "This setup—you can tell it's not simple just by the smell." He sniffed, and the air was filled with a complex aroma—the sweetness of steamed rice, the freshness of simmered seafood, the smoky aroma of stir-fried chili peppers, and the crispy aroma of fried noodles, layer upon layer, making one's mouth water.

"Hurry, get in line! They'll probably be sold out if we're any later!"

The two jogged to the back of the line. Ahead of them were two girls, excitedly discussing something.

"I absolutely have to have spicy stir-fried rice cakes today! I even dreamed about it last night!" The girl with her hair in a bun clenched her fist.

"Rice noodle rolls! I want shrimp rice noodle rolls with two eggs!" The short-haired girl's eyes lit up. "I heard that Senior Wang tried a new sauce today, a seafood soy sauce that's been simmering for six hours!"

"Really? I want two! No, three! For my roommate!"

Listening to this, Su Mingyuan couldn't help but interject, "Classmate, is Shengji always this popular?"

The two girls turned around and, seeing a middle-aged couple, enthusiastically introduced them: "Auntie and Uncle, are you parents? Shengji is a legendary restaurant at our university! The owner, Senior Wang, is a senior who started the business and contracted the restaurant; his skills are amazing! Rice noodle rolls, boat congee, spicy stir-fried rice cakes, and jianbing guozi—everything is top-notch!"

"Yes, yes, and the price is reasonable. A serving of rice noodle rolls is only eight yuan, and the portion is generous and the taste is delicious! Senior Wang is also a nice guy. He often teaches us how to cook. Senior Weiwei learned a lot from him —" The short-haired girl was halfway through her sentence when her companion nudged her arm, and she quickly stopped talking.

Su Mingyuan and Shen Jing exchanged a glance—"Senior Weiwei? Could she be talking about their daughter?"

The line moved slowly forward until it finally reached a position where it could see the window.

Su Mingyuan stood on tiptoe and looked out. In window number 07, a young man in a white chef's uniform was busy at work.

He was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, quite tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His movements were swift and fluid—scooping rice batter, spreading it on a steaming plate, adding fillings, and rolling up the rice noodle roll—all in one smooth motion, like an artistic performance. In the rising steam, his profile was clearly defined, his eyes focused, and he possessed a maturity beyond his years.

"That's Senior Wang!" the girl with the bun whispered. "Isn't he handsome? The key is his amazing cooking skills, and he's so humble. Lots of girls secretly like him, but I heard he's quite aloof, only interested in food research—"

Shen Jing carefully examined the figure, and the more she looked at it, the more pleasing it seemed to her.

At the front of the line, several burly physical education students had already received their late-night snacks and couldn't wait to sit down at the small table that had been temporarily set up next to them, and began to enjoy their food.

One of the bald, burly men picked up a large mouthful of spicy stir-fried rice cakes. The bright red sauce coated the soft, glutinous rice cakes, which gleamed enticingly under the light.

He took a huge bite, panting heavily from the heat but unwilling to spit it out, and mumbled between chews, "Brothers, this rice cake is amazing! Soft and chewy, spicy to the max, this sweet and spicy sauce is definitely a secret recipe! Paired with an ice-cold cola, it's the perfect match! Life is complete!"

A short-haired guy next to me was engrossed in eating rice noodle rolls. The paper-thin rice noodle rolls were filled with fresh shrimp and shredded egg, topped with a special soy sauce sauce, glistening in the food container. He took a big bite, his eyes squinting with satisfaction: "These rice noodle rolls are amazing! So smooth, they practically slide right down my throat! The shrimp is so bouncy, they must have been freshly peeled live shrimp, right? The sauce is so fresh it melts on my tongue—oh, and I'll have a jianbing guozi too! Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, the aroma of egg and scallions mixed with sweet bean sauce and chili sauce, one bite and it's so crunchy, and the fried dough stick inside is still crispy!"

The third student, a physical education student, carried a bowl of boat congee. The steaming congee was smooth and silky, and the ingredients were surprisingly plentiful: fresh shrimp, fish slices, shredded egg, squid tentacles, peanuts, and fried dough stick crumbs.

He scooped up a large spoonful, blew on it, and put it in his mouth, letting out a satisfied sigh: "Porridge is the best way to cut through greasiness, it's so fresh, like it was just pulled from the sea. The rice grains are all cooked until they're bursting open, and the sweetness of the seafood has completely melted in—oh my, my abs—"

He patted his stomach. "I've been eating Shengji for late-night snacks every day, and I've gained five pounds! If I keep eating like this, I'll go from eight pounds to six, and from six pounds to a beer belly!"

The bald, burly man laughed heartily, patting his brother's belly: "So what if I'm fat! It's worth it! The coach scolds me every day for eating late-night snacks, saying it affects training, but this taste—who can resist? Losing abs can be rebuilt, but missing out on Shengji's flavor would be a real waste of four years of college!"

The buzz-cut guy nodded vigorously: "Exactly! After training every day, I'm exhausted like a dog, but coming here to treat myself instantly recharges me! Boss Wang's cooking is simply divine! When I graduate, what I'll miss most won't be the classroom, but this rice noodle roll!"

As Su Mingyuan and his wife listened to these conversations and saw the pure satisfaction on the students' faces, they couldn't help but smile at each other.

Shen Jing tugged at her husband's sleeve and lowered her voice, "Old Su, just hearing that makes me hungry. This line—it'll take half an hour, right?"

Su Mingyuan swallowed hard, his eyes still fixed on the spatula twirling in the window: "Hold on! Smell this delicious aroma and wait for your turn! Look at how those students are eating; they can't fake that it's so good."

Just then, a familiar voice came from the front of the group—

"Senior, I'd like to take away one spicy stir-fried rice cake and one rice noodle roll with two shrimp! I'll share them with my roommates back in the dorm."

Su Mingyuan and Shen Jing were both startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

Their daughter, Su Weiwei, was standing by the window. Today, she was wearing a light blue sweatshirt, her hair tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead, radiating youthful energy. She confidently ordered, then peeked through the window, exclaiming, "Senior Wang, is the sauce freshly made today? It smells so good!"

Inside the window, Wang Sheng looked up and smiled faintly: "Yes, I tried a new recipe and simmered it for six hours."

Vivi, your nose is so sharp!

His hands moved swiftly, packing the lunchboxes quickly and deftly. As he handed it over, he carefully tied a knot in the plastic bag, saying, "Be careful, it's hot. Bringing it for your roommate again?"

Su Weiwei took the lunchbox and winked playfully, "Yeah, they said they can't sleep at night if they don't eat Shengji's late-night snacks, and it'll affect their classes the next day." She took out her phone to scan the QR code to pay, "Thank you, senior!"

She turned around with the lunchbox in her hand, about to walk out, but suddenly froze on the spot—her eyes widened, and the lunchbox almost slipped from her hand.

In the middle of the line, Su Mingyuan and Shen Jing were watching her with smiles, their eyes occasionally glancing at the food in her hands.

"Dad? Mom? What are you doing here?!" Su Weiwei exclaimed in surprise.