"That's already quite remarkable. You know, other people's cooking can't achieve that."
Lao Jia thought for a moment, nodded, and said,
"Our Seventh Dining Hall's food can make anorexia patients willing to eat. If it were promoted, who knows how many patients and families could be saved from the torture of anorexia."
"Lao Jia, you're being simplistic."
Jiang Yu shook his head and said with a bitter smile,
"Let's not even talk about the whole country, just our province of Zhangjiang. If all the anorexic patients came to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall, even if I opened another Seventh Dining Hall, it still wouldn't be enough.
It seems you forgot what I said before, our food can't cure anorexia, which means if they want to eat normally, they have to eat at the Seventh Dining Hall long-term.
With so many anorexia patients, even if we exhaust ourselves to death, we still wouldn't be able to handle it."
