Zhao Rui raised his head and asked, "Lu Qingyang, our studies are so tight, and you still come to the restaurant to play?"

He didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear: A college student working as a waiter in a restaurant? That's putting the cart before the horse! What a waste of talent!

He did not immediately answer Zhao Rui's question. Instead, he seemed not to hear the exclamation behind him. He just followed his own rhythm and asked gently:

"How do you like it, Zhao? This braised rabbit is our chef Chen's signature dish."

Zhao Rui was choked by the question.

Taste? Of course. He almost licked the plate.

But he held it in for a long time before squeezing out a few words from between his teeth: "It's... it's okay, better than the school cafeteria."

"Just 'ok'?" Lu Qingyang raised his eyebrows, seeming a little disappointed, and then smiled:

"Then it seems I'll have to ask Mr. Zhao to taste the new thing we just developed in our store. It's not even on the official menu yet. You're lucky."

After saying that, Lu Qingyang waited for Zhao Rui's reaction, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Leaving Zhao Rui standing there with a lot of questions in his mind?

Soon, Lu Qingyang came back with a small white porcelain bowl.

The food in the bowl made Zhao Rui instantly forget the embarrassment and doubts he had just felt, and his eyes were involuntarily drawn to it.

"This is..." Zhao Rui's throat rolled unconsciously, his eyes staring at the small bowl.

“Rhubarb rice crème brûlée with hawthorn jam and fresh blueberries.”

Lu Qingyang introduced with a smile, gently placing a small bowl and a small spoon in front of Zhao Rui. "We use the rhubarb rice we brought from the Greater Khingan Range, grind it into a paste, add milk and eggs, and slowly bake it to form the base of the pudding. The hawthorn jam is made by adding some space when simmering... uh, we add some specially processed wild honey, which is sweet and sour and appetizing. Finally, we pair it with our own fresh blueberries. Try it and give us your opinions."

The name and ingredients sound full of creativity and thought!

Zhao Rui didn't care about any embarrassment or questioning. With delicious food in front of him, it was a combination he had never seen before.

He picked up the spoon and carefully scooped out a spoonful - pudding, jam, blueberries, each spoonful showed distinct layers.

Put it into your mouth.

"Hmm...!" He couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh, his eyes narrowed, his face full of intoxication.

All the stress of studying and serving dishes were thrown out of the window by this ultimate delicious experience!

Seeing Zhao Rui being instantly conquered by the food and with an expression of astonishment and intoxication on his face, Lu Qingyang understood.

"How does it taste?"

Zhao Rui was immersed in the wonderful aftertaste of the pudding and subconsciously wanted to nod in praise.

But when I thought about how I had just said that the rabbit meat was "okay", wouldn't it be a contradiction if I praised the dessert now?

He forced himself to suppress the admiration in his heart, tried to keep a straight face, and mumbled out three words: "Not bad... not bad."

Lu Qingyang stretched out his hand as if to take the small white porcelain bowl in front of Zhao Rui, which still had half a bowl of pudding left. "It seems that our new product needs to be improved. It's a waste of Mr. Zhao's stomach."

"Hey, don't take it, don't take it, it's delicious, especially delicious!" Zhao Rui was anxious to death.

Lu Qingyang withdrew his hand, looked at Zhao Rui's embarrassed look of protecting his food, and couldn't help laughing:

"Haha, I'm sure Zhao likes it. It's good that it's been praised as 'especially delicious', which means our new product is halfway to success."

Zhao Rui breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shoveled the remaining pudding into his mouth.

"Have you finished eating?" Lu Qingyang asked as he put down the spoon.

"Yeah, I'm done eating." Zhao Rui nodded. He was very satisfied with the meal, which far exceeded his expectations.

"Okay, please settle the bill here, Mr. Zhao." Lu Qingyang pointed in the direction of the counter.

"Pay the bill?" Zhao Rui was stunned for a moment, then realized that of course he had to pay for his meal.

He was so shocked and busy eating that he forgot about it.

In fact, Lu Qingyang already knew that Zhao Rui was following him. Since he was here, he would definitely order some dishes.

So they never drove him away. After all, they were guests, and he didn't intend to hide the fact that he opened a restaurant.

After paying, Zhao Rui smacked his lips, apparently still unsatisfied.

"Student Zhao Rui, wait a minute."

Zhao Rui paused and looked back in confusion.

"It's just right. I see you don't have anything to do. It's too busy here and we don't have enough manpower. Can you help me?" Before he finished speaking, the spray bottle and rag were stuffed into Zhao Rui's hands without any explanation!

Zhao Rui: “???”

He was completely stunned.

He's a top-notch college student? He barely does any housework at home! And you want him to clean the table?!

"I...I still have to go back to school..." Zhao Rui tried to struggle.

He looked around. Ma Hongxia was greeting the new guests in a loud voice, Liu Xiaohua was running around with plates in her arms, and from the kitchen came the rapid clashing of pots and pans and the powerful roar of Old Man Chen. The whole restaurant was as busy as a war.

"It's almost time to go back to school. Please help clean up that table, disinfect it, and wipe it clean. It's very simple. Just spray the table with disinfectant from the spray bottle a few times, wait half a minute, and then wipe it dry with a rag."

After saying that, he didn't even give Zhao Rui a chance to refuse. He turned around and went into the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Zhao Rui held the spray bottle and rag, standing there like a wooden stake, his face turning red and white.

While he was torn between his conscience and his desires, Liu Xiaohua came running over carrying two large piles of sterilized, polished dishes and chopsticks.

The little girl was so tired that sweat broke out on her forehead and her face flushed. When she saw Zhao Rui standing there with a rag, she immediately felt like she had seen a savior:

"Comrade! Quick! That table! Please clear it! A new guest needs to sit down!"

Stared at by Liu Xiaohua's eager eyes, Zhao Rui's words "I'll do it" were stuck in his throat.

He held his breath and moved almost at the same time to the empty table.

Zhao Rui's face was burning with anger as he was being "instructed" by a girl who looked several years younger than him.

He gritted his teeth, increased his strength, and wiped vigorously according to the place Liu Xiaohua pointed. Sweat flowed down his temples, and he felt tired and embarrassed.

After finally wiping the table until it was barely presentable, Zhao Rui was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Ma Hongxia's loud voice came over:

"Xiaohua, hurry! The guests at table three want an extra serving of blueberry cake, and the kitchen staff are urging us to bring back empty plates. Oh, there aren't enough dishes over there. Hurry and get some more out of the sterilizer!"

He had just put down the rag when Liu Xiaohua shoved a pile of sterilized dishes and chopsticks at him. "Comrade, please help me put this on table number five and arrange it the way I arranged it! Thank you!"

The tone was quick and urgent, leaving him no time to refuse.

Zhao Rui hurriedly took the pile of heavy dishes and chopsticks and moved carefully to table number five.

He imitated Liu Xiaohua and tried hard to arrange the dishes neatly, but his movements were clumsy and the dishes made crisp noises when they collided, attracting the attention of the guests nearby. This made him even more nervous and sweat broke out on his forehead.