A food blogger nicknamed "Mr. Tao"—or, as he calls himself, a food critic—approached the Third Canteen stall with a rather haughty air, his nose almost in the air.

He was wearing a modified Tang suit jacket, and his hair was slicked back, but it couldn't hide the scalp in the middle. Ye Tian thought, if a fly landed on his hair at this moment, it would definitely slip and fall.

He leaned forward with some disdain, took a look at the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the stainless steel bucket, snorted, then rolled his eyes and looked at the people behind the stall.

Master Sun is the oldest among them and is obviously the responsible person, so Mr. Tao looked at him first.

"Did you make this? What kind of cheap ingredients are in it? How dare you call it Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?" He said in a pinched voice.

Just as Master Sun was about to speak, Ye Tian subtly pulled him aside. Then, stepping forward and pretending not to know the other person's identity, she said with a smile, "Sir, you have good taste. Our Buddha Jumps Over the Wall has indeed been reduced in ingredients, but the flavor remains the same. And, this isn't made by our chef, but by a junior apprentice like me. Would you like to try it?" She then looked towards Mr. Tao and the people behind him.

"Oh! You made it? Then we really want to try it. Give us four servings!" Mr. Tao then looked at Ye Tian carefully and smiled obscenely.

Xiao Li picked up a big spoon, scooped out four servings of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall with a sullen face, and put them on the table with a "pa pa pa" sound.

"Please scan the QR code here to pay. The total cost for 4 copies is 112 yuan. Alipay or WeChat are both acceptable." Zuo You's face was as expressionless as a cash register.

The people across from him looked as if they were charging money. As Zuo You stared, no one offered to pay. A young man, who looked like Mr. Tao's assistant and didn't have a camera, reluctantly stepped forward to scan the code and pay.

"You're used to not paying!" Xiao Li deliberately taunted him. The boy who paid glanced at him and said nothing.

I saw two cameras filming in front of the stall in the cafeteria of Lakeside University, and tourists on the scene also came over to watch the fun.

Mr. Tao rolled up his sleeves with great pomp and took the bowl. The assistant placed a small spoon in the bowl for him. He scooped a spoonful of the soup, which was empty, and took his first sip.

The other three people who came with us also picked up their bowls and, without looking for a table, stood in front of the stall and began to taste the food. But the two people carrying the camera didn't put it down and continued filming.

As soon as Mr. Tao took a sip of the soup, he realized he had underestimated his opponent. He secretly wondered, "How could this be made by a little girl? This rich and fragrant taste, is it really made from these ordinary ingredients?"

But he had to admit that this pot of soup was really tasty and absolutely original, without any taste of MSG, chicken essence, soup base or other flavorings.

"Oh my god, this tastes amazing!" Before Mr. Tao took the second bite, a middle-aged man with a festive look who came with him shouted.

Mr. Tao's assistant glanced at him, meaning, "How can you be so tactless? The big V with millions of fans hasn't said anything yet, and you, a friend, said this. If Mr. Tao wants to say that the food is not delicious, how can he explain it back?"

The friend didn't think he was being abrupt and was thinking about having another bowl of rice so that he could have lunch on the spot.

At this point, Mr. Tao solemnly scooped up a second spoonful, which contained half a small sea cucumber. He carefully and slowly put the spoon into his mouth and slowly chewed the small piece of sea cucumber. The sea cucumber was still chewy and had no fishy smell. The aroma of the broth made the originally tasteless sea cucumber become fragrant and smooth.

The fact that such a small sea cucumber can be handled so well shows that the chef has an amazing grasp of timing.

He took a third bite, which contained some vermicelli and mushrooms, and was just as smooth and delicious. This meant that the timing of adding each ingredient to the soup and the overall cooking time were just right. No dish was overcooked, and no dish was undercooked.

This also shows that the chef who made Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made reasonable arrangements in advance based on the variety and size of the ingredients, and then precisely controlled the process, which ultimately made this big pot of soup come out naturally.

He didn't say this, and even if he did, several people in the cafeteria wouldn't believe him. Because Ye Tian just added the ingredients casually, and the whole process was smooth and effortless.

Mr. Tao was no longer the arrogant man he had been when he first arrived. Out of respect for food, he carefully finished the entire bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. Although he didn't eat rice, he didn't feel thirsty or salty at all. He felt quite comfortable after eating. The weather in early May was still very cool, but now he was sweating slightly.

He put down the bowl. It was just a very simple stoneware bowl. None of the restaurants he had reviewed before had used such cheap bowls. Those restaurants, from the food to the tableware, were all exquisite to the extreme.

But the effect of the 2,800 yuan meal he ate seemed to be worse than the 28 yuan one.

After Mr. Tao put away his arrogant look, he actually looked professional, almost like a food critic.

"Little girl, did you say you made this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?" His tone also became sincere.

"Yeah, why would I lie to you?" Ye Tian replied.

"Then do you know who I am?" he asked.

"I don't know. Aren't you tourists here to participate in the food festival? No, you have cameras. Are you here for publicity? Then take more pictures of our cafeteria. In addition to Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, we also have Bobo Chicken and Qingtuan. They taste very good." Ye Tian actually started to attract business.

"Hahaha, what a funny little girl! How about two qingtuan dumplings each? What fillings are available? I'll skip the Bobo Chicken; I don't like spicy food." Mr. Tao said, then turned to the friend who had just been eating delicious food and said, "Try Bobo Chicken. Don't you like spicy food the most?"

"Okay, okay, then I'll have 50 skewers first!" said my friend happily.

Since the boss said so, the assistant of course helped to pay the bills one by one.

That friend is definitely a foodie. He ate two skewers at a time, chewing them with big mouthfuls, and kept saying, "Delicious, this is delicious!"

The assistant thought to herself: "Where did the boss get his friend from? He's so unworldly!" However, this qingtuan stuffed with pickled mustard greens and spring bamboo shoots is so delicious. Should I buy a few more to take home?

They came directly to the scene after getting off the high-speed train. They didn't have lunch and were indeed a little hungry. Even Mr. Tao ate two green rice dumplings.

Xiao Li was stunned. These people looked hungry! Were they the same arrogant people who had just arrived? They hadn't just gone mad with hunger! So he kindly reminded her, "That place across the street sells boxed lunches. The food is pretty good. If you buy a boxed lunch, you can also buy a bowl of our Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. It's delicious when poured over rice." She was also trying to drum up business for her family, though she didn't need a single sale.

Mr. Tao's friend actually went out to buy a box lunch, this time paying for it himself. When he came back, he stuffed all the leftover skewers into the box lunch, and also bought himself a portion of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall to pour over the rice, making for a complete hodgepodge.

Master Sun, Li Bing and others immediately suspected that he was telling the truth when he praised the food as delicious. Maybe in his mouth, nothing tasted bad.

This is when everyone finally heard him say: "The shredded potatoes were limp, the shrimp were overcooked, the vegetables were undercooked, and only the braised pork was edible."

It turns out that he not only praises food for being delicious, but also complains about food being unpalatable. Furthermore, he actually has a sharp tongue!