"Little sister, you need to get ready. I heard the league has been moved up this year. We might have to leave before school starts."
Zheng Yiran told her, watching Meng Huai and Rong Feichen discuss.
"So if there are any problems with your mecha, you two need to hurry."
Xie You, who was passing by, learned from their conversation that these people were all students from the Imperial Military Academy. From their words, he gathered that the shop owner was a freshman at the Imperial Military Academy this year.
It was truly beyond his expectations. But then he heard about the league again. Xie You couldn't help but look at Meng Huai and the others. Meng Huai felt his gaze and tilted her head to look at him, "What's wrong?"
"The league? Is it the military academy league?"
Xie You had heard that the military academy league had been moved up this year, and hearing their words just then reminded him.
"Yes."
"Are you an Imperial Military Academy participant?"
Meng Huai thought to herself that this person wasn't usually gossipy. Why was he so curious today? Could he be a league fan? A military fan?
Meng Huai thought it was very possible, so she replied, "Yes."
"Team mecha pilot?"
Xie You watched the two of them discussing mechas for a long time, and it seemed like they were discussing with each other, not one person dictating. Therefore, it seemed they were both mecha pilots.
Meng Huai looked up at Xie You, "Although I also want to be a mecha pilot, I'm a single combatant in this league. He's the mecha pilot; there's no space left!"
Xie You frowned, "Mecha pilot transitioning to single combat?"
Zheng Yiran noticed their conversation and told Xie You, "Little sister, she’s a logistics major who transitioned to a mecha pilot! Haha, isn't that messed up?"
Xie You nodded: It was indeed messed up.
Zheng Yiran then told him, "It's right that it's messed up; it wouldn't be like her if it wasn't."
Then Zheng Yiran thought of something funny and said to Meng Huai, "Little sister, won't your profile show you as logistics during the league?"
Hui Xingxiu, passing by, joined the conversation, "That would be interesting!"
Xie You listened to the conversation of these military academy students who were about to represent the Imperial Military Academy in the league and felt he was increasingly unable to understand what these students were thinking. He wondered if his team had been like this when they participated in the league.
The answer was no; they had all taken the competition very seriously.
Xie You carried the tray of dishes and thought: Why do the students this year seem so unreliable...
When the peak period around noon passed, it was time for the staff meal.
The group of people acted as if they hadn't eaten. Hui Xingxiu leaned close to Meng Huai and asked fawningly, "Little sister, little sister, can you make that red soup today?"
Red soup? Meng Huai wondered what Hui Xingxiu was referring to.
"Oh, you mean the Bu Po Tang!"
Meng Huai had made that soup a few times. The first time was when she invited the flying unit for a barbecue, and Teacher Yun Sheng even came to freeload.
She made it again later when the medicinal cuisine restaurant was testing dishes, but for some reason, it wasn't added to the menu.
Meng Huai hadn't expected Hui Xingxiu to still be thinking about this soup!
"Bu Po Tang, what a strange name."
Hearing this name, Hui Xingxiu was a little confused. How could such a delicious soup have such a strange name? It was a pity that this dish wasn't on the menu.
"Then I'll go make it. You guys watch the shop."
Meng Huai said and walked towards the back kitchen. Chef Bao and Xiao Nan were busy preparing lunch for everyone.
"There are quite a few freeloaders today, thank you both for your hard work."
"No trouble at all," Chef Bao said, waving his hand.
Xiao Nan looked at Meng Huai rolling up her sleeves to do something, "Boss, what are you going to make? I'll help you."
Meng Huai was naturally happy to have someone assist her, so she assigned some tasks to Xiao Nan.
This Bu Po Tang, in reality, was a medley of various dishes…
It was similar to hot pot, but the reason this soup was so popular was that Meng Huai had added medicinal agents.
The soup was delicious, but the reason why those who had drunk it always craved it was its effect, which they hadn't noticed.
"Dinner is ready!"
Meng Huai came from the back kitchen with the prepared Bu Po Tang. The group of people immediately made way for her.
"You all really have no consideration!"
Meng Huai placed the soup on the table. Hui Xingxiu pointed at the people gathered around the table. But soon, Zheng Yiran patted him hard on the head, "If you have consideration, why don't you help out! You only act with words."
Hui Xingxiu rubbed his head and pointed at Zheng Yiran, saying, "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're the commander!"
As a result, with just one look from Zheng Yiran, he changed his tune, "I'm not afraid of you; I respect you! Haha, my dear commander!"
Zheng Yiran said helplessly, "Sit down quickly! Let's eat!"
Letting these people be spectators, these individuals were truly something.
Meng Huai also said, "Everyone, eat up, don't be polite."
Normally, the employees of the shop ate politely and delicately. But at the table where Jing Yuancheng and Hui Xingxiu were, it made people's chopsticks move faster.
If they were any slower, the food in front of them would be gone.
Especially the Bu Po Tang, which was extremely popular. Those who had tasted it before liked it even more. Although Hui Xingxiu was the one who suggested drinking the soup, it was Zheng Yiran who had two bowls.
"Little sister, after drinking your soup, I feel incredibly comfortable. It's an indescribable feeling."
Meng Huai smiled at Zheng Yiran and said, "I'm glad you like it, senior."
Since the soup was so highly recommended, Xie You also scooped a bowl. He picked up the soup spoon and slowly drank it. No matter how much the eating speed of these two single combatants accelerated the pace of the people at the table, it wouldn't affect Xie You.
After all, the education Xie You had received was deeply ingrained in him, and it wouldn't change just because he was dining with them this time.
Looking at Xie You's demeanor, Zheng Yiran also felt that perhaps it was true what her junior sister said: this must be some noble young master from a fallen family.
Xie You took a sip of the soup and felt that his damaged spiritual perception was being mended. Although it wasn't completely healed, he could now use his spiritual perception.
He had been working at the medicinal cuisine restaurant for half a month, and although the aura here had had a healing effect, it wasn't as effective as this sip of soup. This made Xie You wonder if he had overcomplicated things.
Should he have directly approached Meng Huai and explained his situation back then? His problem might have been resolved more quickly.
Xie You quietly took another sip of the soup, pondering this question.