Chapter 284: Ancient Food Personal Use Edible Processing Permit Management Regulations
In the courtyard.
The Class Eight Grade One students and Li Wei had all eaten and drunk their fill, now nibbling on post-meal tomato salad to aid digestion.
“By the way, Xiang Chuan, what was the content of the cooperation draft your father just gave you?”
Ouyang Yating asked.
“Oh yeah, and this thing.”
Xiang Chuan slapped her forehead and quickly opened her light screen, pulling up the document she had just received.
The Class Eight Grade One students also gathered around, crowding Xiang Chuan tightly.
Xiang Chuan: ……
“Why don’t you just send it to us to see? I just heard your father say we could discuss it.”
Ainuo, sitting on Xiang Chuan’s other side, was also squeezed to the point of barely breathing.
“Fine, move back a bit, move back…”
Xiang Chuan waved everyone away while opening the class group chat and sending the document to the group.
After getting the document, the surrounding students dispersed a little, but still crowded around the table where Xiang Chuan was sitting. Everyone opened their personal terminals and began browsing the draft.
Xiang Chuan finally had time to open the file, but as soon as she clicked on the document, she was stunned by the title on the first page.
“Ancient Food Personal Use Edible Processing License Management Regulations”
Personal use? License?
Can you speak human?
Xiang Chuan used her not-so-sharp brain to try translating this title, which looked like pure padding, into words she could understand.
She had seen the term “edible processing” a lot in the past few months, and it was basically equivalent to “cooking” or “food processing.” Personal use simply meant non-commercial, uh…
—So that means… allowing residents to use ancient recipes for cooking?
Holding this preliminary guess, Xiang Chuan continued scrolling down the document’s light screen, skimming through the main text at high speed.
In an instant, the Xiang Family courtyard, which had been lively until just now, became deathly silent, with only the faint sounds of Da Xing going back and forth with the little stars to clear the serving plates.
As the only non-Class Eight person present, Li Wei naturally did not have reading permissions, but since Xiang Weiguo earlier and Xiang Chuan now had not avoided him, Li Wei naturally continued sitting shamelessly in the courtyard, waiting for the kids to finish reading the document and start discussing, at which point he would naturally learn the content of the new legislation the Third Fleet wanted to issue.
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About fifteen minutes later, Xiang Chuan finally looked up from her light screen.
At this moment, she saw expressions of doubt and surprise on the faces of the Class Eight Grade One students, but more prominently, excitement and eagerness to try.
“Xiang Chuan, as the first rights holder of these ancient recipes, what do you think of this draft?”
Class President Lu Daiqing adjusted his non-prescription glasses and posed this most crucial question.
“Um… I don’t have any objections? Rather, I’m surprised my dad actually agreed to accept this draft.”
Xiang Chuan rubbed her temples.
This wasn’t just polite talk; under the premise of not affecting the family’s quality of life, she had always been very generous with authorizations for these recipes.
She continued:
“But I did guess this day would come. After all, as the types of ingredients and seasonings increase, the dishes we can make will also increase. At that point, relying solely on Yue Xiang Restaurant and the school cafeterias definitely won’t be able to absorb the market. So, as this draft proposes, directly opening it to residents in the form of paid non-commercial licenses is also a good choice.”
That’s right, just as Xiang Chuan had thought earlier, this draft was proposed by the Agriculture Bureau to lease the recipes Xiang Chuan provided to Yue Xiang Restaurant and various university cafeterias to all residents of the Third Fleet for non-commercial use, along with related regulations.
The young Class Eight Grade One kids, addicted to feeding others, were practically handed a pillow just as they dozed off—one by one, they were extremely excited.
“Hey, that’s just what we were waiting for.”
Cultural Committee Member Mandy rubbed her fists, eager and looking at the draft on the light screen in front of her, excitedly saying:
“I didn’t get enough practice cutting vegetables and stir-frying on the escort ship before. If this draft passes, I’m definitely going to make my family taste my skills.”
Mandy’s words received unanimous agreement from the whole class, and everyone’s eyes were filled with eager excitement.
“Why go to such trouble? Just hand it to the kitchen AI to do, right?”
Xiang Chuan looked helplessly at this group of cooking-addicted young people.
As soon as she said this, everyone turned to look at Xiang Chuan in unison—even Li Wei, who had been silently sitting nearby extracting key information from the students’ conversations, couldn’t help turning his head to look at her.
“Xiang Chuan.”
Ouyang Yating gently patted her shoulder and whispered, “Not all kitchen AIs have the performance of those in the cafeteria or in our homes.”
Liang Gong nodded from the side: “Kitchen AIs commonly used by residents mostly only perform harmless processing on ingredients and lack fine operation functions.”
Xiang Chuan was stunned.
She recalled that when they were selecting kitchen AIs for their club building back then, Ouyang Yating and Ainuo had discussed similar issues. But at that time, Xiang Chuan had been overwhelmed by the dazzling array of AI equipment on the light screen and, for convenience, directly requested the same model as their home kitchen AI.
It seemed the price had indeed not been cheap…
Now a little rich girl, Xiang Chuan had somewhat forgotten the pain of her wallet bleeding back then.
Seeing Xiang Chuan’s bewildered expression, everyone in Class Eight Grade One couldn’t help but show bitter smiles.
Speaking of which, when A Bite of China Club was first established, because the club president and two members were either nobles or young masters and misses from big companies, other classes who didn’t know much about ancient food had called A Bite of China Club a rich people’s club.
Later, Xiang Chuan’s performance was too down-to-earth and good-tempered, plus other club members frequently interacted with classmates at A Bite of China Club Small Restaurant, so over time, everyone almost forgot that Xiang Chuan was also a golden spoon-born young lady.
“Ahem.”
The class president coughed lightly to break the silence and further explained to Xiang Chuan:
“Commonly used kitchen AIs on the market only have functions for processing ingredients; further heating, shaping, seasoning, etc., need to be handled by other equipment or manual operation. In the past, kitchens often had equipment for processing solid food and liquid food.”
“But in these past few months, second-hand websites have been dominated by solid food and liquid food processing equipment, and there were even media reports about it recently… Replacing them are the simple recipes like vegetable soup that Xiang Chuan previously authorized to the public, which have become staples on most residents’ dining tables now.”
“…Feels kinda sorry for those equipment factories and such.”
Xiang Chuan said with a dry laugh.
“Don’t worry about that; they’re currently busy to death making dedicated cooking equipment for Yue Xiang Group, government agencies, and educational institution cafeterias.”
This wasn’t Ainuo suddenly being gentle to comfort Xiang Chuan; it was simply stating the facts. After all, companies under their family had recently planned to buy some recipe authorizations from Yue Xiang Group specifically for employee cafeterias.
Who knows, maybe home had already gotten wind of this draft by now. Ainuo thought to herself.
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The discussion around this draft continued until nearly ten o’clock. As personal terminals of one minor teenager after another rang one after another, with urging notices from their parents popping up as windows in front of them, the Class Eight Grade One kids reluctantly, looking back every few steps, got into taxis called via their terminals and left Xiang Chuan’s home.
Meanwhile, the three staying over at Xiang Chuan’s home—Ouyang Yating and the others—were still full of thoughts about this draft, discussing heatedly with the Class Eight group until the whole class dispersed. Only then did they remember they had forgotten to check Xiang Xue Live Stream Room’s newly aired American drama today.
After lamenting it verbally for a bit, their attention returned to the draft.
After all, American dramas not watched live could be caught up on websites later. But this draft that could change the food processing industry and even the entire Third Fleet’s daily diet patterns was right in front of them, allowing these underage high schoolers to participate in suggestions—this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
At this time, Xiang Chuan noticed that Li Wei, who had been acting as a humanoid handsome decorative pillar in the courtyard corner after dinner, had been looking at her.
“Brother Li Wei, what’s up?” Xiang Chuan blinked, “Ah, are you worried that your troop’s non-Third Fleet residents won’t enjoy this legislation’s benefits? Uh… how about I ask my father to check for you tomorrow.”
“No need, I’m not worried about that; it’s just… I’m wondering if the Third Fleet’s Agriculture Bureau and Historical Research Institute are being a bit too radical this time?”
Li Wei said with a wry smile.
“Radical?”
Xiang Chuan tilted her head, wondering if Li Wei had used the wrong word.
“In my cognition, ancient history information and technology should all be uniformly managed by the Historical Research Institute. Ordinary residents need the Historical Research Institute’s approval to access and use them, and they also restrict technology abuse by issuing various regulations. But something like this…”
At this point, he was at a loss for words.
A scene like this, where you could have zero-distance contact with ancient technology just by paying, was the first of its kind.
Xiang Chuan silently completed the second half of Li Wei’s sentence in her mind.
“Isn’t this a good thing? Look how much everyone likes ancient food, and we’ve already been opening eateries everywhere and authorizing school cafeterias, which has laid the public foundation for this draft. Promoting it will be almost effortless.”
“No difficulty is the problem.”
Li Wei muttered softly. And Xiang Chuan’s position was just right to hear his murmur-like self-talk.
Xiang Chuan thought Li Wei was worried about inadequate promotion.
Now it seemed his concerns were different from the Third Fleet’s.
Finally an update. My health has really been one issue after another lately—first left wrist tenosynovitis, then a cyst on my leg, and when applying medicine to the cyst without washing clean, my right finger swelled up too… It’s like I’m under some “Luck -50%” debuff.
