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As the president of the Chess Club, Jiang Feng felt he ought to do something.
The porridge in these big pots would manage to fill up about two hundred people with a watered-down meal, but it seemed rather mean to make the elderly, who had come specially to be helped by everyone, taste hardship through their meal.
"Mr. Chen, do we not have any noodles in the storage?" Jiang Feng asked, thinking that making noodles would be a good idea.
"Well, our school doesn't provide breakfast, so..." Mr. Chen said with an awkward smile, "This volunteer activity was also notified to us at the last minute, and we lack experience. We weren't prepared for this."
