stjorthotic Chapter 93 No Privileges
Chapter 93 No Privileges
Chapter 93 No Privileges
Behind window number 07, in that small workroom.
Wang Sheng stared at the title of the "Jin Da Water Dissipation Zone" on his phone screen, which had already been pushed to the top of the trending posts.
The replies below the post have already gone through more than a dozen pages, all of them saying "Wait!" "Please, please come online soon, I'm about to dent the scale!" "Boss Wang is so awesome, I'll always trust your skills!"
He even saw several familiar IDs from the dance department spamming his chat with: "+10086!"
"If Teacher Sun knew about this, we wouldn't have to go for runs in the middle of the night!"
"Please pre-order! Please pre-order!"
"Brother Liu's mouth—"
Wang Sheng shook his head helplessly and chuckled softly.
The recent furious outburst from dance professor Sun, the spectacular scene of students running frantically on the playground in the middle of the night as "atonement," and the skyrocketing body fat percentage data of the physical education students during their physical fitness tests—
These images flashed through his mind.
We need to speed things up immediately about weight loss meals; we can no longer try them slowly and methodically.
He took a deep breath, raised his head, and turned his gaze to the person who was busy in front of the steamer next to him.
It's time to hand over this huge breakfast business to them.
"Xiaowen, Mozi," Wang Sheng said, his voice not loud but clear, carrying an unquestionable tone, "Starting tomorrow, the breakfast stall will be entirely in your hands."
Chen Mo and Lin Xiaowen stopped what they were doing and looked over at the same time.
"I've written down the precise proportions of the xiaolongbao filling on this piece of paper."
Wang Sheng handed Chen Mo a densely written note: "Aunt Zhao will prepare the fried dough sticks and mochi in advance and put them in the usual place. The core sauce for the mixed noodles is in the innermost compartment of the refrigerator. The standard amount for each serving is also written on it. Mo Zi, keep a close eye on the rice-to-water ratio and cooking time of the boat congee. If it's even slightly off, the taste won't be right."
He then handed Lin Xiaowen another sheet of paper with precautions and contingency plans: "You are all familiar with the procedures, so just follow our usual routine. Stay calm, don't panic, nothing serious will go wrong."
He looked at the two young men, his tone becoming more serious, "I believe you can handle it."
Chen Mo took the note and nodded vigorously, his eyes steady: "Master, don't worry, I will keep a close eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong."
Lin Xiaowen immediately patted her not-so-broad chest, her eyes sparkling: "Don't worry, senior! Leave it to us! You focus on your important task!"
The next day at noon, not long after the cafeteria opened, several key WeChat and QQ groups were instantly thrown into an uproar, as if a depth charge had been dropped on them.
In the "Life Fitness Club Members Group," Da Liu posted a link to a somewhat rudimentary but clearly functional mini-program: "Brothers! Sisters! Look here! Boss Wang's Exquisite Quadruple Freshness" weight loss meal is available today! Just today! Limited quantities available! As an exclusive benefit for Life Fitness members: Order through the mini-program link below and get an instant discount of 2..."
Yuan! Top up 10 units at once and get a free fitness test! Don't miss this rare opportunity! [Linglong Four-Flavor Fresh] Reservation Mini Program
Almost simultaneously, in the "Jin Da Dance Fairy Group," Wang Yue, a dance major with the online name "Yueran" (showing dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night practicing), quickly forwarded: "Sisters! The real lifeline has arrived! Boss Liu himself said it's incredibly delicious! For next week's performance review, and to avoid being scolded to death by Teacher Sun, let's go!"
In other groups, large and small, such as "Sports Students Never Give Up Alliance", "I Want Abs", and "Foodies Also Need a Good Body", the connections and discussions spread rapidly.
When you open that mini-program, the interface is indeed simple, even a bit outdated, but the information is frighteningly straightforward.
In the very center is a four-panel preview image. Although the resolution is not high, you can still see clearly: a plate of amber-colored, glossy konjac noodles that look like they are covered with tiny shrimp roe; a bowl of tender, white, and glistening chicken and tofu; a plate of bright green and crisp seasonal vegetables drizzled with tempting sauce; and a small bowl of golden, thick, and sweet-looking pumpkin puree.
The package description, written in large, bold font, reads: "Chinese-style low-fat, low-calorie, high-protein meal with flavor comparable to main dishes - NT$25 per serving."
Below is simply the reservation button and quantity selection.
The moment the reservation channel opened, the numbers representing orders in the backend started their frenzied performance.
1份————5·0份————2·0份——5··0份————
The beeping sound kept going on and on.
Wang Sheng stood in the small kitchen, watching the waterfall of orders refreshing on the tablet computer. He slowly and deeply took a breath and then exhaled.
The expected popularity. But it was indeed—more popular than expected.
Without hesitation, he immediately activated the pre-prepared contingency plan—the small kitchen in the two-bedroom apartment rented off-campus, with all the stoves running at full power!
With Wang Xiulan in charge, the newly recruited kitchen helper, Zhao Liqi, has become the most efficient assembly line worker.
Blanching, cooling, portioning, drizzling with sauce, and covering—the process quickly became smooth after a brief period of adjustment. Each serving of "Exquisite Four-Flavor Delight" was born through standardized procedures, packaged into specially made, compartmentalized insulated lunch boxes, and labeled.
At window number 07 in the cafeteria, the line for picking up food had already turned a corner.
Among the crowd were physical education students in sportswear, graceful dance students, and many ordinary students and teachers.
A middle-aged male teacher with gold-rimmed glasses, meticulously combed hair, and a rather dignified air squeezed to the window.
He is Professor Liu from the School of Economics and Management, and he is used to certain conveniences.
"Excuse me, this is Professor Liu from the School of Economics and Management. Could you please reserve two portions of this weight-loss meal for me separately? Faculty members get priority, and I have an important academic conference this afternoon, so I'm a bit short on time."
Su Weiwei was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss, and subconsciously turned her head to look at Wang Sheng, who was checking the order details on the tablet computer in front of the control panel inside.
Wang Sheng looked up when he heard the sound and saw Professor Liu, as well as the long line behind him, all eyes focused on him.
A polite, apologetic smile quickly appeared on his face. He put down his tablet and walked to the window.
"Hello, Teacher Liu," Wang Sheng began, his voice steady and clear. "I'm so sorry. All sales of the 'Exquisite Four-Flavor Fresh' are currently done through online mini-program reservations. We produce and distribute them in the order orders are generated. The window here only verifies the reservation code and confirms the number of servings. Whether you're a teacher or a student, the process is the same; everyone is treated equally."
He paused, his smile unchanged, but the meaning behind his words was clear: "How about you scan the QR code on our window with your phone now to make an appointment for tomorrow? Today's orders are really full, we can't add any more on the spot."
Professor Liu's expression froze for a moment, a clear look of surprise flashing across his face, followed by a barely perceptible surge of anger beneath that surprise.
He probably hadn't heard such a direct "rejection" in a long time at a student-run shop.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his gaze swept over Wang Sheng's calm yet firm eyes, and then glanced at the long line of students behind him, who had all fallen silent and were staring intently at him. Among those eyes were curiosity, waiting, a hint of watching a good show, and disapproval of his "queue-cutting" behavior.
Professor Liu's Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end, he said nothing.
He reluctantly took back the teacher's card, muttering under his breath, "The rules are pretty strict—"
Then he turned around, somewhat awkwardly took out his phone from his pocket, and frowned as he studied the black and white QR code pasted on the window glass.
From the student ranks behind him, several suppressed, low chuckles rose, along with a few clear, approving mutters: "Boss Wang's got guts!"
"That's how it should be, why should it be?"
"The appointment system is good; it's fair."
"Even Professor Liu has to wait in line, haha, how strange."
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