Let You Open A Cafeteria, And All The Students Have Become Martial Arts Saints?

Feeling a lot more power in his body, Xia Cheng fell into deep thought.

"Is it because of the egg fried rice?"

His realm is at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts, and he can break through at any time, but he can break through with a bowl of rice

something.

Perhaps this is his golden finger.

Xia Cheng was not surprised, he already had a golden finger back in the world of Spirit of the Halberd Eater.

That is the five senses of God.

Super taste, super touch, super hearing, super smell, and super vision.

Among them, the super taste is also called the tongue of God by Nakiri Erina.

It was because of this unique talent that he was able to make rapid progress in his culinary skills in his previous life, reaching an astonishing level.

However, when he was just cooking, he found that only God's Tongue could be used as his talent, and the other types disappeared.

"Eat another bowl and see, maybe it's my illusion..."

It doesn't make much difference to him whether he has a golden finger or not. He has died twice, and now Xia Cheng just wants to live his life in peace.

Of course, it would be better if there is support, who wouldn't want to live a more comfortable life?

If not, with this cooking skill, you can live comfortably.

"The moisture in the rice is still two points too much, and the egg frying time is a little longer, and there is still a lot of room for improvement."

When eating the second bowl, Xia Cheng found out his shortcomings from the fried rice, and wrote them down one by one.

And within his body, another wave of energy surged out, penetrating into his bone marrow, helping him to completely consolidate the realm of the ninth level of martial arts.

He finally confirmed his guess.

Eating the food he cooks can enhance his strength, and perhaps have other effects, which he will discover slowly in the future.

With the golden finger and the painful lessons from the previous life, Xia Cheng decided to devote all his enthusiasm to cooking.

Never go the old way.

On the first page of the recipe, stir-fry the one you like first.

With this in mind, Xia Cheng solved the two bites in the bowl with three strokes, five and two.

Looking at the last bowl, Xia Cheng prepared to eat all of it, although he couldn't eat it anymore.

Just as he stretched out his hand, he heard a muffled voice coming from the door.

"Leave food behind your mouth!"

"Can you sell me this bowl of egg fried rice?"

.........

Ning Weiwei is a freshman at the Zhanwu Academy of Rongcheng University. With her cute looks, petite figure, and powerful talent.

After entering the school, he quickly became a man of the hour among the freshmen.

Just after she came out of the gravity room, she wanted to relax, so she wandered around the campus.

After entering the university, there are not many courses in the school, and even most of them are electives, so everyone has a lot of free time.

But this does not mean that the students are easy. On the contrary, only by practicing desperately and showing their talents can they gain the favor of the instructor and the resources in the school.

In addition to the necessary courses, many students are active in various training venues and secret places around the school every day to practice and improve their strength.

Walking on an increasingly remote path, a faint fragrance floated into the tip of her nose.

"smell good!"

Ning Weiwei's mind went blank, and she subconsciously walked along with the aroma, wherever the aroma was stronger, she would go wherever, her saliva was secreting more and more, and her stomach became more and more hungry.

Through the open door, I saw an extremely handsome boy eating a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

She finally identified the source of the aroma.

Is it actually a simple bowl of egg fried rice?

Ning Weiwei looked up and looked at the sign above.

The third canteen of Zhanwu Academy.

Martial artists have very low requirements for food. Generally, they can rely on Qi and blood pills or practice to meet their energy needs.

Therefore, the canteens in the school are basically just like goods.

No matter which world you are in, cafeterias are not synonymous with food, so Ning Weiwei naturally won't go there.

Her family is well off, and if she wants to eat some delicious food, she can naturally go to a high-end restaurant outside to have a full meal.

At this time, Ning Weiwei's eyes were straightened, and the warrior's eyesight allowed her to see the whole picture of the egg fried rice clearly from tens of meters away.

The golden rice grains, the small pieces of egg white complement each other, and the green onion dotted with it, just looking at it twice will make people's eyes bright.

Coupled with the scent that hit her face, Ning Weiwei felt that she was about to choke to death on her own saliva.

In a daze, the boy had already finished the bowl of egg fried rice in his hand, and stretched out his hand to the last bowl.

Ning Weiwei finally came back to her senses, she was anxious and blurted out what was on her mind.

"Leave food behind your mouth!"

Seeing Xia Cheng looking over, she wiped the corner of her mouth, her face flushed, but she still asked firmly.

"Can you sell me this bowl of egg fried rice?"

She has already decided that she must buy this bowl of egg fried rice from this boy, and taste how delicious this egg fried rice is that she can't stand just the smell!

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