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

"Brother Cheng, where did you go to study these few days? Your skills have become so good all at once. I can't stand it."

Li Mingchao rubbed his stomach, his face full of unfinished thoughts.

Xia Cheng pouted: "I wanted to say it just now, don't call me Brother Cheng, call me Lao Xia, or Boss Xia."

He couldn't bear such a heavy title.

"Okay, let's call him Boss Xia from now on." Li Mingchao didn't know why Xia Cheng was so resistant to this title, but he agreed graciously.

Now Xia Cheng pinched his stomach tightly, but he didn't dare to provoke him.

"As for cooking, I entered a secret realm specializing in cooking and practiced for a while, and my skills naturally improved."

Hearing his explanation, whether it was Li Chao or others, they all said, 'Do you think I look like a fool? ’ looking at Xia Cheng.

Brother, the minimum condition for entering the secret realm is to become a master. You, the eighth-level martial arts realm, are clearly displayed here, and you are not even a quasi-martial artist.

You have to find a similar reason to fool people, this is too perfunctory!

Xia Cheng didn't care if they believed it or not, he put all the dishes into the sink and started washing.

In fact, there is no need to wash them. This group of people licked the dishes so that the tiles were shiny, and they were cleaner than washing them.

The little fat man who just asked for more money yelled at Xia Cheng: "Boss Xia, I need to make more tomorrow, such a small amount is not enough!"

The little fat man came late, he only added food once and it was gone.

Perseverance is a loss to grandma's house.

Boss Xia must be asked to do more to realize the freedom of eating.

For this reason, he deliberately patted his chest and promised: "Boss Xia, don't worry about wasting, I will take as much as you have left, and I will definitely not let you suffer!"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was immediately criticized by other people:

"Still in a dream? There are no peaches for you to eat"

"How could there be leftovers from such a delicious dish? Even if there is, it's not your turn to take care of it. I still have to come. When I was at home, my father praised me as a worthless person!"

"??? Is your language taught by monsters?"

"Let's go! I have practiced the Barbarian Bull Body Training Art. In terms of appetite, even ten of you are no match for me!"

"What are you arguing about? I, Hu Dazhuang, am not inferior in cooking"

A group of people quarreled right here, and from the beginning, all the members targeted the little fat man, and it turned into a big scuffle.

Xia Cheng felt a little headache when he heard it.

"I'll try to do as much as possible tomorrow. If you have nothing to do, go back to practice. I'm going to close the door and have an early rest."

Then everyone gave up, stopped the quarrel, and left the cafeteria one after another, Xia Cheng also closed the door.

A total of forty-six copies of Mapo Tofu were sold today, earning two thousand three hundred. As for the cost, Xia Cheng didn't calculate it carefully, but it must not exceed six or seven hundred.

The gross profit is very high, but the unit price of the dishes is relatively low, which does not seem to make much money.

However, the price of his dishes will definitely increase slowly in the future, and his income will be considerable by then.

But looking at the performance of this group of people, Mapo Tofu seems to be different from fried rice with eggs, and cannot improve their cultivation.

Otherwise someone will definitely find out.

Is it only effective for fried rice with eggs?

 …

On the other side, Li Mingchao returned to the dormitory, still relishing the delicious mapo tofu between his lips and teeth, and his body was also warm, with inexhaustible strength.

"Be sure to go to Brother Cheng's cafeteria early tomorrow, maybe you can eat an extra serving."

Li Mingchao secretly made up his mind that from now on, all his food will be settled in the third canteen, even if it is a detour, he will go around it.

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door, and someone shouted at the same time:

"Chaozi! What are you doing, go to the Martial Arts Field with me to practice! There are two weeks before the school's freshman competition, roll up!"

"Come on, come on, let's see if I don't fuck you up today!"

Li Mingchao put on his training clothes, walked out, and went to the martial arts field with his friends.

Every year, Rongcheng Wuda holds a competition for freshmen two months after enrollment to observe the progress of the students' cultivation. The higher the ranking, the more resources they will get, and it all depends on their strength.

Li Mingchao's strength is not high or low. He was at the middle level when he entered school, and now he is at the second level of warriors.

He also wants to make a breakthrough and surpass those who were once stronger than himself.

The two came to the martial arts arena, and started practicing without saying a word.

On the arena, shadows of fists intertwined, overflowing with energy, and the two figures collided continuously, making dull sounds.

The martial artist has already stepped into the extraordinary realm. Kaishan is a bit exaggerated, but cracking rocks is definitely not a problem. The entire martial arts arena is paved with special materials, so that it can withstand the sparring between the two.

But within two minutes, a figure retreated, rubbing his red fists, grinning his teeth and said, "I said Chaozi, did you take medicine? So fierce?"

The two are at the same level, and it is absolutely impossible to tell the winner within half an hour of a fight.

But as soon as I started playing today, I felt something was wrong.

Li Mingchao's punches were stronger than his by a little bit, and his true energy was also flowing continuously. His offensive wave after wave was unstoppable.

"What can I eat, all the credits are spent, is it because you are too empty?"

"Nonsense, can't you feel it yourself? Your strength is much stronger than before!"

Hearing this, the friend immediately refuted.

How can a man say that he is not good? This is slander!

After his reminder, Li Mingchao also noticed something.

It seemed like this, the zhenqi in his body was much more active than usual, and his whole body was full of strength.

The problem is, he's really fine.

No, not right.

Li Mingchao's eyes lit up suddenly.

This feeling seems to appear only after eating Brother Cheng's Mapo Tofu.

Could it be that...

This dish is not only delicious, but also has the effect of gaining?

The strength of the two has widened the gap, and this fight is impossible, so they can only train their own.

Li Mingchao also found that his strength has increased by about 20%, and the recovery speed of the true energy in his body has been greatly increased.

In my heart, I admire Xia's honesty.

Brother Cheng is amazing, even if the food is so delicious, it can actually add BUFF.

Right now, he is capable even if he is fighting against a warrior of the third rank.

Time passed slowly, and it was midnight.

Countless people fell asleep, waiting for the dawn of the next day.

But there are some exceptions.

In the student apartment, Jiang Baqi was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head.

Turning over suddenly, he beat his bed hard.

"Jiang Baqi, you should be damned! Such delicious mapo tofu, you, you actually let it out!"

"I really deserve to die!!"

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