By now, this had become his stroke of genius. Not only could the teachers in the school often improve their meals, but even the students could occasionally benefit from it — cattle bones were so cheap, and with the cattle farm slaughtering over a hundred cattle a month, just setting aside some would be enough for the school to make bone broth for noodles.
Yan Fei was there on serious business, and he got straight to the point, "Principal Dou, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Could you transfer me to the Third Year of High School class so I can review with the students? If there's time, I'd also like to participate in a few exams to experience the atmosphere of the examination room?"
Although Principal Dou was only a vice principal, anyone with a brain knew better than to call him Vice Principal Dou — the students usually called him "Tofu Principal" behind his back when expressing dissatisfaction, and that nickname wasn't very nice.
