Food Stall: Customers Chase Me across the Country-Chapter 263 - 264: Not the Best News, But Not Bad Either
Yang Wei used to really believe in effort.
But after getting into Kainan University, he stopped believing.
There are some people in some areas who give you the feeling that no matter how hard you try, you can only look up to them. That kind of absolute talent crush is something you can’t catch up with, no matter how hard you work.
Back in high school, he was also known as a study god. It wasn’t until he got to university that he realized the college entrance exam didn’t really reach the stage of competing on talent.
Unexpectedly, just by eating a Steamed Bun, he saw the top culinary talent in his rival.
With this skill in making pan-fried buns, there’s no chance he could match it in this lifetime. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
Yang Wei was very sad, but...
This bun is really delicious; I must come back for another meal at noon...
Yang Wei didn’t want things to be like this. After all, this was his romantic rival. How could he support the enemy?
But he really couldn’t help it. If the line wasn’t so long, he would want to buy another 20 buns right now!
With the addition of sausages and soy milk, Wang Fan’s morning tasks were indeed completed much faster, no longer just barely getting by.
Once the tasks were done, he wanted to try something different, make things with different fillings, which could let him accumulate more experience and also satisfy a chef’s inner desire to explore new things.
Wang Fan started rubbing his chin.
He heard that the potstickers in Nanjing are amazing. Maybe he should go back, study the recipe, and try making some potstickers tomorrow?
He was just unsure if the progress over at the foodie side was going smoothly.
...
Professor Ai’s office.
Sitting in front of his desk, Professor Ai was busily writing, making an effort to establish a master’s program in military science, to the point where he hadn’t gone home for several days.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A crisp knocking sound came, and without lifting his head, Professor Ai said, "Come in."
Professor Fu pushed the door open and entered, and upon seeing Professor Ai sitting there, she frowned.
Professor Ai finally looked up and, seeing it was his wife, gave a somewhat embarrassed smile: "Well, I’ve really been too busy lately. I’ll definitely go home once this period is over!"
Saying this, he added, as if it wasn’t enough: "Oh, by the way, I found a particularly delicious steamed bun. I’ll take you there when I have time."
Professor Fu didn’t speak, just looked at him with a frown, making Professor Ai feel quite uneasy.
"What is it?..."
Professor Fu finally spoke: "Do you have something to do later?"
"I have two classes to teach later, and also..."
Professor Ai said a sentence and then, seeing Professor Fu’s deeply furrowed brows, couldn’t help but ask: "Do you have anything to say?"
Professor Fu sighed and then her expression turned back to normal with a smile, saying, "No problem, then later I’ll just go to the hospital by myself."
"?"
Professor Ai’s heart skipped a beat. What is going on? Why suddenly go to the hospital?
Professor Fu sighed and while walking out, said, "It’s nothing, you just carry on with your work."
As soon as Professor Ai heard this, he got anxious, "How is it nothing? What exactly is going on? Don’t scare me!"
He said this as he got up and chased after her.
Professor Fu shook her head: "It’s nothing, I just feel my stomach’s uncomfortable lately. I checked the symptoms online, and they say there’s a high probability it’s stomach cancer. And once the symptoms become apparent, it might already be in the later stages. Anyway, you do your thing; I’ll go to the hospital and check by myself. If it really is late-stage, it makes no difference whether you come or not."
"No way, come on, wait, I’ll go with you. Wait for me!"
Professor Ai caught up with Professor Fu and then grabbed her hand as they headed straight to the parking lot.
"You have a class later, where are you going? I can go by myself."
"The class can wait. How can I not be by your side for something this big?"
"I heard that this stomach issue can be contagious. Maybe you should get checked when you go?"
"Alright, alright, whatever you say, let’s hurry up. This can’t be delayed."
The two rushed to the hospital and went through a series of gastric examinations.
Holding Professor Fu’s examination report, Professor Ai breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, saying, "You’re just scaring yourself. See, there’s nothing wrong with you, right?"
At this moment, tears were welling up in Professor Fu’s eyes, her lab report clearly showing "early-stage stomach cancer."
"Busy day after day, don’t you care about your own health? Have you forgotten that health is your revolutionary capital?"
Hearing his wife’s complaint, Professor Ai felt a bit embarrassed.
"But isn’t it just early-stage? Didn’t the doctor say that the treatment rate is particularly high in early stages? I’ll cooperate with the treatment, won’t I?"
Professor Fu assertively said, "Alright, it’s you who said ’cooperate with the treatment.’ Let me make it clear today, if you dare not cooperate with the treatment, I’ll divorce you as soon as we get back home!"
Professor Ai looked anxious, "But my military school is at a crucial point right now..."
"Your military school might be crucial, but isn’t your health as well? Are you waiting for the early stage to become a mid-stage, and the mid-stage to turn into the late stage? Are you going to choose military school over your family?"
"That’s not what I mean..."
"Today, just today, you’re getting admitted. If you dare walk out of this door, I’ll take you directly to the civil affairs bureau!"
Thinking about the examination result, Professor Fu felt a wave of fear. Her body still trembled slightly up to now.
The doctor indeed said it was a stroke of luck. The cure rate for early-stage stomach cancer is extremely high, but early stomach cancer typically shows no clinical symptoms, and once symptoms appear, it’s usually already in either the mid or late stages. At that point, any hope for treatment tends to be unrealistic.
Luckily, the little girl reminded them this morning, or the consequences might have been truly unimaginable.
Inside, Professor Fu was filled with gratitude towards Zhuo Qianqian. After arranging for Professor Ai’s admission, she called Zhuo Qianqian right at the end of class.
"Qianqian, thank you. Old Ai got checked, and it’s early-stage stomach cancer. The doctor said it was fortunate to spot it early, the treatment’s cure rate is very high. If we delayed it any longer, it could have been a big problem."
Zhuo Qianqian was also quite happy to hear this news: "It’s nothing, it’s nothing. Teacher Ai is a good person with his own divine protection; he’ll definitely be fine. It’s just his workaholic nature; probably only you can rein him in. Let him recover well before going back to work. I’ll visit the hospital after a few days when I don’t have class."
Professor Fu responded with a hum, saying, "If it’s convenient, perhaps ask the boss you mentioned if he has some time so we can either bring him along or schedule a meeting. I’d like to thank him in person."
"Alright, I’ll ask him. But I don’t think it will be an issue. He sat through half a class of Teacher Ai and became quite a fan, just like my dad, haha."
After hanging up, Zhuo Qianqian couldn’t help but pump her fist, then ran off toward the cafeteria like a gust of wind. While this wasn’t the best news, it wasn’t bad either. She naturally wanted to share it with Wang Fan.
Wang Fan, upon hearing this news, also finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he wished his assumption was wrong, the current outcome wasn’t all that bad.
"I’ll make you a big dish at noon to celebrate."
