Of course, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to enter the Seventh Dining Hall over such a trivial matter, that would indeed be too foolish.
After lining up for less than half an hour, Xiong Zhengtao was already standing at the window.
He peered inside at the dazzling array of various breakfast options but didn't agonize too much over it. He ordered a basket of soup-filled dumplings, four marinated duck feet, and a bowl of century egg and lean pork congee. After paying with his phone, he carried his breakfast to the dining area and found a corner to sit down.
Xiong Zhengtao still felt a bit regretful because he initially wanted a serving of cold mixed noodles too, but worried he might eat too much.
He silently thought to himself, "If I don't get hired this time, I probably won't have any chance to taste the cold mixed noodles from the Seventh Dining Hall again."
