Chapter 1946 3.392 I Am Not a Restaurant

Duanmu and Mata also stood in front of the stone table.

Except for the little fat man who was probably still chatting with the ladies, everyone else had arrived.

"I received a notice that people from Tianci College will go to the venue there first tomorrow. Our other colleges will go there a little later and can leave at noon." Wei Wei glanced at them, "So everyone, tonight Prepare yourself and have a good night’s rest.”

Everyone nodded.

Zhou Danjin glanced at them and asked suspiciously, "Where's the fat man? Why haven't I seen him all day?"

Everyone looked at each other silently, and no one said a word.

"Okay! You've been out all day. Get some rest early and don't cause trouble! Fatty, if you see him coming back, tell him and let's go back and rest."

Everyone looked up at the clear sky. Strictly speaking, it was only afternoon now.

Instructor Wei Wei said that they had been out all day and asked them to go back to their room to rest early...

"Would you like a good meal tonight?" Qiao Mu suddenly asked.

When Zhou Danjin thought about the dishes that the little guy brought, his mouth watered. He nodded repeatedly and said, "If you want it, I'll order a dish, beggar's chicken!"

“I want the braised pork ribs!”

"I want winter melon..."

"I, I, I, I want to eat prawns, prawns!" Xuanxuan, a foodie, almost drooled at the thought of fried prawns.

The small-faced man rolled his eyes at them expressionlessly, snorted "I'm not a restaurant", and walked back to the room with small steps.

"Go to bed early, you won't be able to digest it if you eat too much."

you! ! Everyone bit their handkerchiefs and looked at her leaving figure with hatred. They really wanted to beat this little guy in a group!

Why did she suggest adding vegetables, but didn’t add them in the end? Isn’t this just teasing them?

Prince Mo waved his hand in a funny way and went back to his room.

At the end of the night, everyone sighed and took out the white steamed buns from their pockets, planning to make a meal with some pickles.

Unexpectedly, I heard Xiao Mian's cry, "Why don't you come out to eat?"

Everyone rushed out and saw the rich dishes on the stone table at a glance.

Then I saw: the hateful little paralyzed man, dressed in aqua uniforms, was sitting with Prince Mo in front of the stone table, looking at them expressionlessly.

"Xuanxuan's fried prawns, Mata's braised pork ribs, and Senior Brother Lu's winter melon soup! Instructor Zhou's beggar's chicken!"

Wow, ordering food is really useful!

Everyone gathered around him, feeling like they were about to fly with happiness.

The little fat man came back slowly. As soon as he opened the courtyard door, he saw everyone eating and grabbing around a stone table, with chopsticks raining down as they ate with great joy.

He quickly closed the door with his backhand, rushed forward and screamed, "Hey, I'm going, why don't you wait for me to eat!"

"Who knows how long you and the ladies will be talking!"

"Ah, come on, come on, give me a seat!"

"Stop squeezing! We all have a share!" Qiao Mu looked at a group of people who had been reincarnated as starving ghosts, and raised his hands speechlessly, "Everyone, get out of the way."

Then he took out a soup basin the size of a washbasin from the inner circle, filled with bamboo shoots stewed in fresh meat soup, and placed it in front of everyone.

A strong aura of spiritual power spread out in the small courtyard.

"Oh my God! Get out of the way, I'll have a bowl first!!" The little fat man yelled, grabbing the spoon and scooping up a full bowl.

While holding the bowl and drinking, he was full of praise.