I can't get enough to feed you

When Ji Xuanyuan heard this, he looked at Ou Shanren very dissatisfied: "What's wrong with this form, I think I filled it out quite well, why didn't I pass it?"

Ou Shanren took the form, nodded and pointed with a sad face: "Look, the name—Ji Xuanyuan, gender—male, unknown race, unknown age, unknown school...all are unknown, oh, the specialty is particularly edible?"

Ou Shanren chuckled, and Ji Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows and folded his arms: "You're laughing like a fork—what's the matter, is this specialty funny?"

Ou Shanren nodded: "What kind of specialty is this! Mr. Xuanyuan, I know you have a big appetite, but for your specialty, at least you can write about your ability to fly through the clouds, catch monsters, and have psychic talents. It's better than writing about something you can eat!"

As Ou Shanren said, he shook his head hating iron and steel: "Our monk alliance is not for foodies!"

Ji Xuanyuan was not angry either, and still had a smile on his brows and eyes, looking at Ou Shanren with a slight smile, like looking at an ignorant child.

Meng Xiaojiang didn't like Ji Xuanyuan being said like that, like scolding, so she stood up straight and retorted: "Master Ou, how can you talk like that, how can you say that Mr. Xuanyuan is a foodie!"

Ou Shanren: "You think what I said is wrong?"

Meng Xiaojiang's eyes widened, his mouth opened in a half circle, and he didn't refute, because Ji Xuanyuan is really a foodie.

Ji Xuanyuan smiled slightly: "Brother Ou, eating is indeed my specialty, but if you think it's inappropriate, you can change it to what you said."

After hearing this, Ou Shanren nodded, thinking that Ruzi can be taught, so he took the pen and added the words "psychic catching demons" for Ji Xuanyuan, Ji Xuanyuan walked over slowly, took a look, Ou Shanren again Question: "Brother Xuanyuan, what about race and age? You can't even forget how many years you have lived?"

"I don't remember." Ji Xuanyuan smiled, and Ou Shanren asked casually, but whether he said it casually, he had to prove it freely. Ji Xuanyuan didn't think that Ou Shanren said it casually, and he answered very seriously Very true, "I have lived for many years, life span is meaningless to me, and I never remember how old I am, so I will fill in unknown, it is really unknown, Brother Ou."

Ou Shanren glanced at Ji Xuanyuan, and Ji Xuanyuan really looked serious, he was not sure whether this guy was telling the truth or a lie, so he asked the good-tempered Meng Xiaojiang again, and asked with a smile: "Brother Jiang, what are you doing?" Don't you remember how old you are?"

Meng Xiaojiang nodded: "Master Dao, have you forgotten that I lost my memory? I don't remember when I was born, so how would I know how old I am?"

"Oh." Ou Shanren nodded, put away the form, and led Ji Xuanyuan and Meng Xiaojiang out of the office with a smile. He led the way and took people to the cafeteria for dinner, but he scolded in his heart, Ge Laozi's balls, this The two guys are pretending to be crazy and stupid!

Ji Xuanyuan arrived at the cafeteria. The monks' alliance cafeteria was a small square of about [-] square meters. It was not big, but there were not many people stationed in the monks' alliance Tianjin office, so this cafeteria was enough.

The cafeteria is small, but the food is quite diverse. There are on-site master chefs who will pull noodles for you, as well as sweet rice soup and various meat and vegetable dishes.

Ji Xuanyuan repeatedly confirmed Ou Shanren's treat, so he rolled up his sleeves and was not ready to be polite. Ou Shanren had a lot of missions out recently and had a lot of meal tickets left this month, so he let Ji Xuanyuan eat in the cafeteria very reassuringly and generously.

Half an hour later, Ou Shanren had half a steamed bun in his mouth, and he was from Hunan, but he traveled north with the Qin family when he was young, so he didn't like noodles, but steamed buns and pancakes rolled with scallions. He has grown into the physique of a big northern man.

Now Ou Shanren has steamed buns in his mouth, and Meng Xiaojiang is holding a bowl to drink soup silently. The bowls and dishes are piled up half a person's height on their table. Behind the dishes, Ji Xuanyuan is enjoying eating, with a bowl of noodles in his left hand and a plate in his right. Dish, mouth open, blink of an eye, no one can see his movements clearly, the noodles in his left hand are gone, leaving a clean bowl.

In the blink of an eye, the food on the right hand was gone, and there was a clean plate left. Someone squatted by the table and counted with his mouth open: "45, 46——Can you still eat it?"

As soon as the bowls and plates flew, they landed firmly on the 44 dishes in front, which was another level higher.

The master chef in the cafeteria brought a tray, and brought two bowls of rice and three plates of fish-flavored shredded pork, and put them on the table. The master chef was very calm, but said to Ou Shan humanely: "Master Ou, you have run out of meal tickets. Ten dishes of meat dishes, ten dishes of vegetarian dishes and five bowls of rice are over the limit, and the excess will be directly deducted from your salary."

Ou Shanren took a deep breath, and Ji Xuanyuan stretched out his hands to pick up the food brought by the canteen master, with rice in one hand and vegetables in the other. He opened his mouth wide to pour the rice, and then poured the vegetables. The young man squatting by the table widened his eyes: "47 , 48——Er Di Niang! Comrade, you are not human, are you?”

Ji Xuanyuan put down the rice and vegetables, the canteen master and Ou Shanren looked at him unanimously, the canteen master asked: "Baby, do you still want to eat?"

"Be merciful!" Ou Shanren yelled with tears in his eyes, "Brother Xuanyuan! Brother, I have seniors and younger brothers. If I continue to eat, my younger brother will starve!"

Ji Xuanyuan glanced at Ou Shanren, wiped his mouth, and asked Ou Shanren with a half-smile: "Master Daoist, do you think I'm good at eating?"

"Forget it!" Ou Shanren wiped away his tears, "Damn too much! You are actually a pig demon!"

Meng Xiaojiang immediately rolled her eyes at Ou Shanren, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xuanyuan is not a pig demon."

After Meng Xiaojiang finished speaking, his head sank slightly. It was Ji Xuanyuan who touched his head with his hands, and looked at him with eyes like stars sinking inside, shining brightly, with a very innocent smile.

Meng Xiaojiang pursed her lips, handed him her own soup, and whispered, "Moisturize your throat."

Ji Xuanyuan took the soup, not only did not dislike it, but also changed the rough way of eating and drinking just now, and drank it slowly, Ou Shanren heaved a sigh of relief: "You must be full."

Ji Xuanyuan took a small sip of the soup, holding the rim of the bowl in his mouth, which was where Meng Xiaojiang had just held his mouth. He licked a couple of mouthfuls silently, and went to see Meng Xiaojiang again. Fish-flavored shredded pork to eat.

Ji Xuanyuan looked at his fair and delicate face, saw a pair of drooping eyelashes from top to bottom, and spontaneously took off Meng Xiaojiang's clothes in his mind, thinking of his white and tender little hands and feet, and that pair of Cutting off her thin waist, Ji Xuanyuan perfunctorily perfunctory Ou Shanren: "Full? Well, I'm not full at all. I'm still so hungry!"

With a sound of "boom", the young man squatting by the table and the cafeteria master lowered their heads, and the young man shouted: "Master Ou Dao! Mr. Ou Dao! Why did you fall under the table! Are you okay!"