Chapter Forty-Four Propaganda

  At this moment, the old lady had been invited by the servants to the dining table in the college cafeteria. The old lady looked around and naturally she was familiar with this place, having come to eat several times before. But what did that Zhu Ziming young man want her to do here? Was he going to serve her food again?

  "These cooks' dishes are really unpalatable, if they want to use this to please themselves, it's truly a joke," the old lady muttered to herself, without much expectation.

  After a moment, several servants came in with dishes one after another and placed them on the dining table. Zhu Ziming followed closely behind and stood in front of the old lady.

  There were about ten dishes on the table, all of which were ribs. They were brightly colored and looked great. Just a light sniff could detect the fragrance of meat wafting through the air, truly a feast for the eyes and nose!

  In the old lady's astonishment, Zhu Ziming smiled and introduced himself one by one.

  "This is sugar and vinegar spare ribs."

  "That's braised pork ribs."

  Spicy Spare Ribs.

  "Winter Melon and Pork Ribs Soup."

  .......

  There are over a dozen ways to cook pork ribs, the old lady's eyes widened in amazement, it was almost unbelievable that there were so many different methods, each one distinct from the others, it was truly unthinkable.

  The old lady who loved spare ribs couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of sweet and sour spare ribs, and as soon as she put it in her mouth, she couldn't help but exclaim: "The color is bright red and oily, the taste is fragrant, crispy, sour and sweet, wonderful!"

  The old lady picked up another piece of fragrant and spicy pork ribs, her eyes lit up: "Fragrant and spicy, delicious to eat, top-notch!"

  .......

  The old lady ate more and more, the whole table of spare ribs was quickly swept away, and everyone looked at each other in amazement. An ordinary old man might not be able to eat a few pieces of meat, but she could finish what several strong men could eat. It's really amazing, and it also proves that this dish is too delicious.

  Several servants with eager eyes were drooling, and couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks to take a bite. Was it really that delicious?

  After all the plates were empty, the old lady moved her lips slightly and said with a lingering tone: "The color, fragrance, and taste are all perfect. Young man, how can you cook such a delicious dish?"

  Zhū Zǐ Míng thought for a moment, but didn't know how to answer. Could he say that he learned it online? He smiled and said: "I learned it from the chef in my hometown."

  "Where is your hometown?" The old lady asked curiously, wanting to go to his hometown to take a look and taste other delicious food.

  Zhū Zǐ Míng should have known her thoughts, in his heart he found it amusing, this crossing over thing, isn't something anyone can do.

  "My hometown is in a remote and poor village, I almost forgot the way back to my hometown," Zhu Ziming said casually.

  The old lady was somewhat disappointed: "I, an old woman who has traveled all over the world, north and south, have eaten countless delicious foods, but today is actually the first time I've had such a delicious dish. It's really a bit embarrassing."

  This little guy is strange and weird, really don't know where he's from. The old lady was very astute and naturally didn't believe him, although she was curious, but didn't ask out loud.

  "But, young man, you really have a talent for cooking. From now on, cook for my old lady every day," the old woman said with a hopeful smile, if she could eat such delicious food every day, it would be worth living.

  Zhu Ziming smiled faintly, "If there's enough ingredients here, the dishes will definitely be more delicious. These dishes without chicken essence and flavor enhancer can already satisfy you, if you were to try my 'hometown' dishes, wouldn't you go crazy..."

  "What do you mean, old lady?" Zhu Ziming asked, rubbing his palms together.

  The old woman pursed her lips: "Well, it means I agreed."

  "You all go down first," Zhu Ziming said with a glance at the envious onlookers.

  Upon hearing Master Zhu's order, they quickly cleaned up the dinner table and left the dining hall one after another.

  "Junior pays respects..."

  When Zhu Ziming was about to perform the ritual of kneeling and bowing, the old woman stopped him, saying seriously: "I, an old woman, never accept apprentices. This ceremony can be dispensed with. In the future, when mentioning it to others, don't say I'm your master."

  This highly skilled person surprisingly never accepted any apprentices, what a strange old lady... Zhu Zi Ming said: "Thank you for pointing that out, Granny."

  The old woman slowly pulled out a sheepskin map from her bosom and handed it to him: "You should memorize this acupoint chart first?"

  "Acupoint chart?" Zhu Ziming wiped a cold sweat and said: "Auntie, I don't want to learn this kind of acupoint skill."

  I'd rather die than learn this crappy martial art! With my three catty paws, if I were to go to someone else's place, wouldn't I just get slapped to death like a fly? Absolutely not learning this rubbish kung fu!

  "Who taught you this move!" The old woman rolled her eyes: "If you don't want to learn, then forget it. I, an old lady, consider your cooking to be inauspicious."

  "Good...good..." Zhu Ziming laughed and said: "I will memorize all of these acupoint diagrams."

  Since it's not a point-hitting kung fu, this acupoint chart must have its uses. However, looking at the densely packed human body acupoints, with several hundred of them, Zhu Ziming wondered where to start memorizing from.

  Regardless of Zhu Ziming's bitter expression, the old woman muttered a sentence: "I'm going to meditate, don't disturb me if it's nothing important."

  After the old woman left, Zhu Ziming stared at the sheepskin paper with a determined look, finding it difficult but still gritted his teeth. Learning martial arts was supposed to be hard, and if he couldn't even withstand this little bit of hardship, what kind of martial arts could he learn? He took it back home to memorize slowly.

  "Brother Zhu, what are you doing?" Just as Zhu Ziming was about to put the sheepskin paper into his bosom, Yan Yilie suddenly appeared.

  Zhu Dachang said: "Yan brother, I was just looking for you with an urgent matter."

  "What's wrong? Yan Yiren asked: "What makes Brother Zhu so anxious, could it be that something has gone wrong with tomorrow's college ceremony?"

  "This is not it," Zhu Ziming said seriously: "It's just that we haven't publicized it yet, so how would people in the world know that we've invited Mr. Kong to come out of the mountains, and how would they know that our academy has started?"

  "What's going on?" Yan Yili still didn't understand what was happening and asked in confusion.

  It's really tiring to talk with these ancient people. Zhu Ziming shook his head: "The meaning of this propaganda is to let more people know that Mr. Kong has come out of the mountain and has also become the principal of our academy."

  After Zhu Zi Ming's explanation, Yan Yun Li immediately understood and said: "Then how does Brother Zhu think we should publicize it?"

  "Send out the flyers," said Zhu Ziming: "The flyer should say that Mr. Kong has taken up the post of principal and will give a speech at the opening ceremony in the academy tomorrow, hurry up and let the servants distribute the flyers in the market and alleys."

  Yan Yilie was puzzled by the strange words for a while before suddenly realizing, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Brother Zhu, that's indeed a clever move!"

  This unusual publicity stunt is truly unheard of and unseen, it's really wonderful. Even if there are no results, just hearing about it makes you feel that this method will definitely work. Yan Yili sighed, "How did Zhu brother come up with such a good idea in such a busy time? What a remarkable person!"