Thinking to himself, he turned and went downstairs, took out his phone, and called Lu Shuwu, asking him to send someone over with some chicken broth.
"What's this? Are you planning to cook outside?"
After receiving the call, Lu Shuwu couldn't help but laugh and teased,
"Why go through all that trouble? Isn't the second floor closed today? You can just take people upstairs to cook, close the room door, and it's just like being at home.
The waitstaff have all gone downstairs to work, no one will disturb you!"
"Stop joking, get someone to send it over quickly. I haven't even had breakfast yet, and I've been busy all morning, I'm about to faint from hunger."
As Jiang Yu spoke, he walked towards the supermarket at the entrance of the district, then continued,
"I'm waiting at the entrance of Xuefu Jia Garden District right across the street from the school gate, hurry up a bit."
After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. Luckily, he hadn't told Hu Zhihai who those two senior sisters were, otherwise, with his big mouth, the whole school would probably know Liu Xining and Pan Jingchen had come to Jiang University.
If that really happened, what a trouble it would be!
At the supermarket, Jiang Yu wandered around, bought a small bag of high-gluten flour, some fresh pork, eggs, tomatoes, spinach, and some fresh fruit, checked out, and walked out with a big bag of groceries.
Just as he returned to the entrance of the district, he saw Chen Fugui riding an electric scooter quickly towards him.
"Senior brother, here's the broth you wanted!"
When the Seventh Dining Hall opened last year, Chen Fugui was among the first batch of part-time student workers, so Jiang Yu was very familiar with him by now.
He took the small bucket of broth from him, smiled at Chen Fugui, and said:
"Thanks, Xiaochen, ride slowly on your way back!"
With that, he turned and hurriedly walked into the district.
Back inside the house, Jiang Yu found Pan Jingchen alone in the living room. Before he could say anything, Pan Jingchen spoke first:
"Ah Ning was fussing around all morning and felt a bit tired, so I took her back to the room to sleep."
She looked at the big bag of groceries in Jiang Yu's hand, curious, and asked,
"Junior Brother Xiaojiang, you bought so much, how are we going to finish it? By the way, what do you plan to cook?"
"It looks like a lot, but it's actually not much. If you guys aren't cooking, I can take it back to the dining hall later, it won't go to waste anyway."
Jiang Yu smiled at her, taking out the fruit from the bag and placing it on the coffee table, and said,
"Let's make ramen; noodles are easy to digest. If you want it mild, you can have it mild, if you want it spicy you can add chili or vinegar. What do you think, Sister Chen?"
"Ramen? Of course I love it, but I don't know if Ah Ning likes it."
Hearing it's ramen, Pan Jingchen's eyes lit up. It's a famous local noodle dish from her hometown in the Three Jin regions, on par with sliced noodles, pinched noodles, and shoveled noodles—the Four Great Noodles of the Three Jin areas. How could she not love it?
But Liu Xining is a native southerner. Although she eats noodles, she doesn't love them that much, especially now that she's not feeling well and can't add chili. So it's really hard to say if she'll like this mild ramen.
"Don't worry, Sister Chen, Senior Sister will definitely like it."
Seeing Pan Jingchen's worried expression, Jiang Yu couldn't help but laugh and jokingly said,
"Do you believe me? Once I make this ramen, after she eats a bowl, she'll be begging me for another!"