Contrary to Wang Fan's expectations, Dia did not ask the freshmen about their cultivation, but only continued to explain some common sense about cultivation, as well as let the freshmen ask questions freely.

Although Wang Fan had 10,000 doubts in his heart, he thought that the old man had warned him not to leak the matter of his cultivation of that damn breathing method, so he didn't say anything, the class was disbanded, and he walked towards his residence alone in a sullen manner.

As soon as he walked out of a few dozen steps, a tempting aroma of food, Wang Fan Ding suddenly froze in place, although he closed his mouth tightly, but the surging saliva was already about to squirt out.

For nine years, he lived a life of drinking blood, and he really couldn't resist the smell of food.

Otherwise, Wang Fan would not be a porter for others for the sake of two steamed buns.

Stepping out of his legs, he only saw that where Wang Fan was standing, a cloud of dust was raised, and when he looked at him again, he was already standing in the cafeteria.

It was breakfast time, and the cafeteria was filled with the tempting flavors of fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tofu brain. It was simply intoxicated, and the excited Wang Fan almost trembled and walked in front of the master.

"I want ten drawers of xiaolongbao, ah...... No, twenty drawers. Wang Fan excitedly stretched out three fingers and said.

"And tofu brains, huh...... Five bowls of ...... Ten bowls, oh no, master, don't bother you. I'll eat this bucket!" Wang Fan said, directly took out the bucket full of white tofu, and then poured half a basin of marinade into it.

"......" Everyone present looked at Wang Fan and was stunned.

A giant's eyes lit up with excitement, and his mouth murmured, "My confidant! ”

The master of the cafeteria was stunned for a moment, and after coming back to his senses, he glanced Wang Fan up and down, his face sank suddenly, and he said coldly: "Boy, this is not a place to laugh. Are you sure you're not kidding?"

"Woo!" Wang Fan shouted with six xiaolongbao in his mouth, his mouth was blocked and he couldn't speak, just nodded vigorously. Then he raised his head sharply and swallowed the six xiaolongbao into his stomach.

A cage of xiaolongbao was poured into Zhang Da's mouth by Wang Fan, and in the blink of an eye, the five cages of steamed buns entered Wang Fan's belly.

...... Everyone present had their mouths grown, as if they had fallen under some terrible magic, and they couldn't say a word.

"Too strong, too strong......" Only the tall Giant Clan boy muttered in his mouth, and his face showed a look of self-shame.

The wind swept away, and the twenty cages of xiaolongbao were swept away, and Wang Fan was satisfied with a full burp.

"It's delicious, it's so stupid that I didn't even think of coming to the cafeteria to eat yesterday. After saying a word, Wang Fan picked up a big spoon in his right hand and began to turn his head to eliminate the tofu brain.

The master looked at Wang Fan's thin body, and suddenly seemed to see a saber-toothed tiger, kicking back three steps in a row, leaning against the wall, two thick elephant legs, trembling vigorously in the greasy trouser legs.

"Snorr, snorr!" the sound of Wang Fan eating was heard throughout the room, and the others were completely stunned. The sound of a piece of cutlery falling on the floor.

"Is he one of my people? The giant boy looked down at the "short" Wang Fan, looking in a trance.

It wasn't until Wang Fan put down the empty tofu bucket and walked to the door of the canteen with his stomach held up that the master came back to his senses as if he was electrocuted.

"Stop!" shouted, and the master had already rushed towards Wang Fan like a tank.

The ground trembled slightly, and everyone saw a huge meat egg flash in front of their eyes, and then rushed to the door of the cafeteria.

One of Wang Fan's hands was already on the doorknob, and he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind his ears, and he wanted to dodge dexterously like he often encountered fierce beasts.

However, the swollen and painful stomach really affected his performance, and with a snap, a fleshy palm slapped on Wang Fan's shoulder, and the huge force was overwhelming, shaking his stomach again.

The body stumbled and was about to hit the door, but at this time, the master's palm grabbed his clothes and grabbed him.

"Checkout!" The thick lips spit out two words, and the master only felt that the turbidity in his chest was gone, and he regained the majesty of the canteen overlord.

"Money?" Wang Fan finally heard this evil and familiar word again after nine years, he first frowned, and then his face was suddenly full of anger:

"I ate your food, you still care about me asking for money, isn't the God of War Academy a public college?"

"Hmph, boy, it's the first time I've seen a meal without paying, and it's so reasonable. Let me tell you, the God of War Palace is a public college, but it still costs money to eat, do you think I can live by eating air?" The last sentence, the master almost roared, and the fat on his face almost stood up, and he gave birth to a majestic momentum.

Hearing this, Wang Fan's upright body withered directly, money! If he had money, would he still use it as a porter to exchange for two steamed buns to eat?

"That, master, oh no, this heroic big brother, the kid forgot to bring his wallet when he went out today, can you, can you ......"

"Do you want to eat the overlord meal?" the master sneered, and the palm that grabbed Wang Fan's shoulder added a little more strength.

In the cafeteria, the spectators, who were originally shocked by Wang Fan's momentum like a tiger, laughed all of a sudden.

"Hmph, it's so high, it's just a poor ghost. ”

"I said how can I eat so much, it turns out that I haven't eaten in eight lifetimes. ”

Unbridled ridicule came from all directions, but Wang Fan didn't have the heart to pay attention to it, now he has only one wish, that is, to lie down and digest the food in his stomach.

"Big brother, it's the first time you see me, can you let me go?" Wang Fan said in a low voice, squeezing out a flattering smile on his face.

"Impossible!" Master Fu said sternly.

......

After some discussion, Wang Fan painfully accepted an extremely sad reality, the criminal capitalist, for a thin pile of tickets, put him, a future martial arts genius, under house arrest in the back kitchen of the canteen - washing dishes.

Of course, this is Wang Fan's idea, but the master thinks that he is extremely kind, giving a child from a poor background a chance to work and study and change his fate.

Scrub scrub, scrub scrub, scrub scrub ......

After experiencing the sorrow of not being able to cultivate Xuangong, Wang Fan once again felt the malice of fate.

The bubbling dishwashing water reflects an extremely sad face.