Chapter 150: Cooperative Class
Generally speaking, reuniting with old acquaintances from the past (?), which is an indispensable plot conflict point or climax in campus stories, ended remarkably flatly for the A Bite of China Club members this time with their junior high classmates.
Xiang Chuan saw An Su Chun off back to their seat with a distant business smile (Xiang Chuan: If it weren’t for the fact that she’s at least a customer now, I wouldn’t bother with all this trouble), while Ainuo’s side was even simpler and more brutal: he was directly dragged into the kitchen by Xiang Chuan and Ouyang Yating.
The reason was to practice the dishes that the store would serve during the school anniversary.
If the kitchen AI makes them, it can at least guarantee the taste, but the uniform seasoning across thousands of repetitions has become a bit too familiar for the Class Eight students.
“What if a male chef in a maid outfit making ancient food on-site is even more gimmicky?” Xiang Chuan casually mentioned it to Class President Lu Daiqing a couple of days ago, and Lu Daiqing’s eyes lit up instantly.
Yes! Isn’t ancient food the hottest thing in the Third Fleet right now? Plenty of people have seen the kitchen AI making ancient food at Yue Xiang Restaurant, but on-site making? Only Xiang Xue’s sister’s live stream room has occasionally captured a few instances of Xiang Chuan cooking in the kitchen, and Xiang Chuan herself is a total slacker who, after organizing the complete recipe for the kitchen AI, basically never enters the kitchen to do it a second time.
It has to be said that real people making ancient food on-site is indeed a pretty good gimmick.
Lu Daiqing gathered the class cadres for a discussion, and after calculating the class fee budget, they felt this approach might actually work, so with a bold wave of the hand: Pick up the spatula and knife! We’ll cook ourselves!
Since they had to do it hands-on, they needed people who frequently go in and out of the kitchen to participate.
So the whole class turned their gaze to the A Bite of China Club.
Not to mention Xiang Chuan, the real big shot who holds information turbulence, the three members of the A Bite of China Club practice regularly in the club, and these same-class classmates who often drop by in the afternoon to freeload naturally see it all firsthand—not even mentioning their actual skill level, just the fact that they practice regularly already puts them several levels above the entire class, even the entire grade.
Thus, these three A Bite of China Club members, who to this day can only make fried eggs and vegetable soup, became the cooking teachers for the entire Class Eight.
As for Xiang Chuan, she had to start working overtime to properly supplement these three on the practical operations of cooking.
—She hasn’t even achieved mastery herself yet (?) so how could she teach others!
However, considering they still needed to divide tasks with the students from Caida Affiliated High School, aside from the A Bite of China Club members needing Xiang Chuan to train them thoroughly both for future club activities and for this school anniversary, everyone else was on standby and could only occasionally run to the kitchen to watch Xiang Chuan teach cooking.
Sasha looked toward the kitchen direction, blocked by the crowding Class Eight students watching so that the interior couldn’t be seen, and silently made a decision in her heart.
During the pre-class mini class meeting the next morning, when Ouyang Yating and Nancy saw Sasha standing at the podium, they both thought the same thing: As expected.
Several people in the class turned to look at Ainuo, and even Xiang Chuan couldn’t help but cast a gossipy glance at Ainuo.
—It’s obvious she’s coming straight for you, Ainuo! What a huge piece of gossip!
If it weren’t the wrong season for eating watermelon and Xiang Chuan hadn’t yet unlocked the way modern people eat watermelon, they’d probably each be holding a melon by now to watch this somewhat teeth-aching same-age romance drama.
Unfortunately, one of the parties involved, Ainuo, showed no expression on his face at all.
After class, Zhu Bingwen took Sasha to handle some activity coordination documents. As soon as the two left the classroom, the A Bite of China Club members and related parties immediately gathered around Xiang Chuan… no, this time around Ainuo’s seat.
“The difficulty of this cooperation all depends on you, bro.” Lu Daiqing patted Ainuo on the shoulder, and Ainuo looked at him expressionlessly, mercilessly slapping away the hand on his shoulder.
“Isn’t the biggest difficulty in cooperation supposed to be that inexplicable boys in girls’ clothes and girls in boys’ clothes of yours?” Ainuo glanced at one of the culprits, Nancy.
“Don’t push the blame onto us. One of the evaluation criteria for the school anniversary results is popularity. Now that Yue Xiang Restaurant is gradually expanding across various areas of the main ship, with ancient food as this theme, I think at least six classes in our grade have chosen the ancient food theme for their decorations. If we want good results, we need a different route.” Nancy smirked at him. “The ancient style theme is something others can’t do. We’ll be those what… Xiang Chuan, what’s the saying?”
“The first person to eat the crab.” Xiang Chuan caught on and continued.
“Caida Affiliated High School wants to achieve results too, so there’s no reason they’d reject our theme.” Lu Daiqing adjusted his glasses. “However, before formal cooperation, all classes in our grade keep their themes confidential externally to ensure fairness, so unless specifically requesting cooperation with a certain class, it’ll most likely be randomly assigned by the principal and grade director.
“That girl’s expression when she walked into the class and saw you wasn’t surprised at all.” Xiang Chuan delivered the final blow.
Why wouldn’t she be surprised? Naturally, after learning Ainuo was in Class Eight, Sasha specifically applied to the teacher for cooperation with Class Eight.
Ainuo frowned even more: “What does that have to do with me? Isn’t she also junior high classmates with Nancy and Yating?”
“…”
As soon as Ainuo said this, even Liang Gong,
Is this person really clueless or just pretending to be dumb?
“Yating, he…” Xiang Chuan pointed at Ainuo, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
“Don’t ask first, this is also the first time we’ve encountered it.” Ouyang Yating hurriedly explained, and Nancy also nodded quickly beside her. The two looked at their own childhood sweetheart with complex expressions.
Previously, when Ainuo went to confess to Xiang Chuan because of a bet, the two of them felt that there might be something wrong with this guy’s emotional intelligence. Now it seems that this guy doesn’t have a problem with emotional intelligence, but is genuinely an emotional idiot.
“Then wouldn’t our three years there have been completely wasted…?” Ouyang Yating looked at Nancy with an expression too complicated to put into words, and sure enough, she saw the same expression on the other’s face.
Recalling the three years of junior high that were too numerous to detail for the two of them, looking at this emotional idiot in front of them, the two of them truly had the impulse to stab someone right now.
“Sasha, why did you choose Xiang Chuan and their class?”
After the first class ended, the Caida Affiliated High School students who had finished remote teaching all walked out of the study room one after another, discussing the Nongda Affiliated High School class they would collaborate with next while walking. At this time, An Su Chun quietly came up to Sasha and asked in a low voice.
Yesterday, when returning to the dining table where her own class was seated, she did not forget to ask nearby Nongda Affiliated High School students about which class Xiang Chuan was in. An Su Chun was also thinking about whether to discuss with Sasha, who was the Class President, about randomly designating any class other than Class Eight in their class as the cooperating class.
The reason was none other than the brief reunion with Xiang Chuan yesterday, which left An Su Chun feeling somewhat uncomfortable. She didn’t want to face the other person with awkward emotions over the next two weeks. Who knew that this morning the homeroom teacher messaged them saying that their class’s partner class had been set as Nongda Affiliated High School First Year High School Class Eight.
Logically speaking, it’s not yet time to randomly select classes, so there’s only one result for issuing the notice so early: the class cadre or homeroom teacher has pre-designated the cooperating class.
The homeroom teacher yesterday accepted the Nongda Affiliated High School principal’s hospitality together with other teachers from Caida Affiliated High School and did not come to school, so naturally there was no opportunity to learn about the situation. The other class cadres also had no particular thoughts about Class Eight.
Then, the only one in the class who could make this request, aside from her, is Sasha, the only other one with ties to Class Eight people.
