They are eager for Kyoto University to save face this year.
However, cooking seems to be a significant blind spot for contemporary college students; basically, no one has been found to have any talent in this area.
This year's Kyoto Food Festival is scheduled for next week.
Time is very tight.
At that time, culinary masters from all over the world will come to compete.
The whole scene will be very lively.
A wide variety of delicious foods are available.
According to data from previous years, the food festival can generate at least several hundred million yuan in sales during its week-long run.
Last year's top seller sold over 8 million units.
Profit margins are as high as 60%.
It can be said that he made a fortune, not only winning the competition and gaining fame, but also filling his pockets considerably.
A win-win situation for both sides.
However, a problem now lies before Zhang Weiguo and his team.
Students who participated in the competition in the previous two years have made it clear that they will not go again this year, because they lost too badly and are too ashamed to face anyone.
Therefore, they now need to select new players who can represent Kyoto University in the competition.
Other competitions are fine, but for this kind of competition, nobody wants to participate.
Choosing the right people is very difficult.
"Sigh, I don't know who to choose," Principal Zhang Weiguo sighed.
The school doesn't usually provide any information about cooking.
It's easy to find out which student has better grades and what they excel in.
But when it comes to cooking skills, which one is the best?
Everyone was dumbfounded.
So deciding who to send to the competition has become a huge problem at today's meeting.
"Principal, how about we invite that student from the 'Original Heart Kitchen' to participate in the competition?" Tang Dahai suggested, raising his hand.
Upon hearing this, everyone slapped their foreheads.
Suddenly I realized.
“Dahai, I almost forgot if you hadn’t mentioned it. Oh right, that student’s name is Lu Rong, isn’t it? He’s a really nice young man.” Ma Jiang was the first to raise his hand in agreement.
"Yes, yes, if that student named Lu Rong can go, I believe our Kyoto University will definitely win an award this year."
"Alright, it seems like Kyoto University is safe now." President Zhang Weiguo also showed a relieved smile.
These school leaders go to Lu Rong's shop to buy boxed lunches every day; all they think about is food.
It made my brain sluggish.
They had completely forgotten about this culinary master until Tang Dahai reminded them.
Now, the thought of having such a formidable figure as Lu Rong to represent Kyoto University in the competition fills them with confidence.
The smile on her face was unstoppable.
"The main problem is that we don't know if he'll be willing to participate. If he doesn't want to go, we can't force him," Tang Dahai said worriedly.
Zhang Weiguo hesitated for a moment. Kyoto University highly values individual freedom, and as the president, he couldn't force a student to go if they really didn't want to.
Seemingly unable to come up with a good solution for the time being, Zhang Weiguo had no choice but to give Tang Dahai a firm order:
"Since it was your suggestion, then you're in charge of handling it. Remember, it has to succeed, failure is not an option. If you can't do it, you won't get your year-end bonus."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Tang Dahai with anticipation.
Tang Dahai's face darkened.
At this moment, Tang Dahai's expression could be described as a poem.
How much sorrow can one have? It's like a eunuch in a brothel.
So, all those good suggestions I gave everyone ended up getting me into a mess?
What a tragedy!!!
Life is truly unpredictable, like a large intestine enclosing a small intestine.
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