The old master was over seventy years old, in good spirits, and a child walked out of the reception room happily with Man Jianghong's resume information, and after a while, he came back and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you will follow me to do research in the future." We went for lunch first, and then arranged the dorm and office in the afternoon. ”

The canteen is not big, clean and elegant. After entering the door, the cold air blows on the face, which makes people feel refreshed.

Is it cash or a credit card here? Man Jianghong pinched the thin few tickets in his trouser pocket, and wanted to invite Old Master Zhang to express his gratitude no matter what.

There were only two dozen people in it, most of them middle-aged, and there were not many young people like him and old people like Old Master. It seems that they are not very familiar with each other, and few people greet each other along the way. There was a commotion behind a row of screens, and it could be heard that a group of people were drinking, but the voice was deliberately suppressed and not presumptuous.

Then Man Jianghong was embarrassed to find that the people here were dressed casually and lazily, and even a few of them were wearing slippers, and he was the only one wearing a shirt and tie.

The old master took Jiang Hong to sit down behind a group of landscape screens, picked up an LCD screen on the table, and clicked on it a few times. After a while, two waiters appeared with food plates and drinks, the woman was charming, the man was heroic, and the drinks in the cup did not shake all the way.

Let the samurai be a waiter, the human resources here are too wasteful!

Man Jianghong muttered in his heart, and asked cautiously, "Do you swipe your card for dining?"

The old master laughed, and almost choked on a mouthful of food.

"Everything here doesn't cost money, just say hello in advance if you want to eat something. Like laundry and buying books, someone will arrange it for you with a phone call. You'll learn about it later......"

Ah, that's okay? Isn't this a people's commune!

Someone's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly adjusted his physical state, as if he was facing a great enemy.

When the old master was still immersed in the struggle with the second steak, Man Jianghong had already swept away the plate in front of him, and drank the orange juice while the waiter was busy serving the meal again.

I'm afraid this kid is starving. The old master sighed pityingly.

When the old master ate the fourth pork chop, Man Jianghong began to serve the third meal.

The old master finished eating, and Man Jianghong just happened to destroy the sixth meal. Because the waiter removed the dishes at any time, the situation here did not attract too many people's attention, only the girl who served the food stared at the charming Danfeng eyes into the fifteenth moon, and walked in a panic, as if there was a ghost chasing behind her.

The old master walked around Man Jianghong twice, tapping his back lightly with his knuckles, as if the geologists were trying to tap the rock formations with an exploration hammer to see if there were any cavities to accommodate more food, thoughtful and solemn.

Man Jianghong couldn't help but feel uneasy, and said aggrievedly: Isn't it too gluttonous to make the old man unhappy? If it weren't for accompanying you, I would still be able to wipe out several plates. It's easy for me, I haven't eaten or drunk enough since three years ago, and it's rare to seize an opportunity to chew and chew, and it's forgivable for losing manners!

The old master tapped him on the back and muttered to himself:

"Six kilograms of carbohydrates is worth six ordinary people's meals, and neither manual laborers grow nor fat, indicating that at least 83.3 percent of all calories are supplied to the brain, and the brain's information capacity and operating efficiency are at least six times more than that of ordinary people. Genius, Jiang Hong, you have a super brain!"

Isn't this algorithm a little too coquettish, old master, this is the rhythm of treating the heroes of the world like rice buckets! Also, how did the eighty-three thirty come about?

The powerful logical reasoning of the big scientist instantly stunned Man Jianghong.

At this moment, there was a commotion at the adjacent table.

The old master put down his research on cavity detection and energy conversion, walked over and opened the screen, and Man Jianghong saw a majestic man standing up, who turned out to be the famous anti-pseudoscience fighter Fang Hammer. I had only seen him on the Internet before, but I didn't expect to meet a real person here.

A middle-aged man sitting at the table wearing a checkered shirt glanced outside, looked very annoyed, and said:

"Elder Zhang, you just want to be a judge. The day before yesterday, I saw an old man performing a strong adamantine performance, and the porcelain pieces shattered into powder as soon as he twisted them. The hardness and strength of his fingers are incredible, and it is difficult for flesh and blood to achieve them, so I am considering inviting him to the hospital for further research. ”

"Just because you are a great intellectual, you think of simple things as complicated. There are strange people in the rivers and lakes, but there are more liars, hehe......"

Fang Hammer grinned nonchalantly, and as soon as he let go of his teacup, it fell to the ground, and splinters splattered everywhere.

There was immediately silence, and the crowd gathered to watch from afar. Old Master Zhang also waved his hand at Man Jianghong to signal not to make a sound, and said lightly: "That one is Mr. Lin Bin, the dean here." ”

The young dean was only in his forties, and his clothes were too undignified. There is no ferocity on his face, which shows that he has a gentle and kind temperament, and he is afraid that he is being forced by Fang Hammer at the moment. I feel that there is no breath fluctuation on his body, and his demeanor and posture are not like those of Lian Jiazi, then he must have advanced academic attainments, otherwise he will not be the dean. Seeing that he doesn't have too much politeness with Fang Hammer, the friendship between the two should not be shallow.

Man Jianghong only glanced at it, and generously distributed a "good person card" to the dean.

Lin Bin's face sank, and he seemed to be strongly suppressing his anger and on the verge of going berserk. A waiter quickly walked over to prepare to clean, Fang Hammer shook his hand to signal and wait, squatted down to pick up a piece of broken porcelain from the ground, and with a stroke of strength between his fingers, he saw that the powder of white flowers was leaking out of his fingers.

This is the Mighty King Kong Finger? Man Jianghong gasped and was dumbfounded.

Look at the momentum of Fang Hammer, he is a beginner martial artist, not stronger than Uncle Hu, but Uncle Hu can crush walnuts and bricks at most, and crush porcelain pieces without thinking about it, it is not the same order of magnitude of difficulty at all. What's more, the smaller the thing, the more difficult it is to grind, to grind the porcelain into such a powder, hard enough may not be easy to make, only the ball mill machine can do it.

The onlookers were dumbfounded, and Lin Bin picked up a piece of porcelain and examined it carefully, rubbing it with his fingers.

"Dean, you're holding a real guy, be careful not to cut your fingers. I just used a little trick just now, and I would have dropped the bag a long time ago. Fang Hammer took out several pieces of "broken porcelain" from his pocket, gently threw them in his hand, and said with a smile:

"I heard from you yesterday that I secretly sharpened a few cuttlefish bones at night, which is enough to mess with the truth, right? Hehe, I don't believe it, the legendary King Kong pointed out that I have been looking for many years and have not found it, but you came across it as soon as you walked on the street. ”

At half past five in the afternoon, Man Jianghong wore a brand-new badge around his neck, and the thief appeared in the restaurant nervously.

Dinner was served between half past five and seven o'clock, and it was still early, and there was no one else in the restaurant except the waiter, so he chose a screen next to it and sat down. The choice of this time period is exquisite, the bosses in the courtyard seem to be full of style and lazy, he estimates that he will not eat until about six o'clock, which will not affect his plan. In fact, there is a more private and quiet private room in the restaurant, but as a newcomer to the little radish head with his tail between his legs, he doesn't dare to put this score.

He really hasn't eaten enough for three years, and Uncle Hu actually takes care of him in the reclamation area, trying to let him eat more. But he alone killed the food of three people, and he was embarrassed to open his belly and bankrupt the scrapyard. What's more, those meals are very rough and don't provide much nutrition, and after eating, they are hungry and panicked.

The old master's reasoning was very reasonable, and he used to think so. It's as if there is a black hole in the body, absorbing all the energy converted into food, and then giving a little bit of residue for oneself to grow up.

Look at the little arms and legs of the master, is it easy!

So as soon as he saw that the food here was free, every cell in his body was cheering, and he couldn't hold it back.

Excited, so excited! Heaven, so bird!

If you have a bargain, you don't take advantage of it, let the master eat enough first! The research institute has a big business, and it doesn't care about this.

Man Jianghong calmly sat down behind the screen, first ordered a standard potato and beef brisket rice and a glass of water, took advantage of the waiter's time to do a few chest expansion exercises, adjusted his breathing, and entered a state of imminent battle.

When he fought with the third potato brisket rice, a group of people came from outside the restaurant, and the leader was none other than Fang Hammer, the fighter against counterfeiting.

There were rows of tables in the front half of the restaurant near the door, and the group of people quietly sat down on the outside, and Fang Hammer beckoned the waiter to come over, and asked in a low voice, "How many servings have you finished?"

The waiter pointed to the screen at the end of the hall and held out two fingers.

A high-ranking martial artist with a long face said softly, "Doctor Fang, there's nothing strange about this, I've seen some big-bellied men in the countryside eat ten bowls of noodles at once. ”

Fang Hammer Road:

"Shen Wei, you don't understand this. Those big-bellied men are either hungry and ruthless, either have a big belly and a fat body, or do heavy work, in short, after eating so many things, the energy is either converted into fat, or there must be a source. In the afternoon, I talked to Professor Zhang about Jiang Hong, and he felt that most of the energy was consumed by the brain, but I thought that the brain probably consumed only a small part, and most of it was stored in a way that we could not understand. If Jiang Hong can still eat as much as noon at night, at least it means that the noon meal has been digested and absorbed, and the speed of energy conversion is very amazing; This situation doesn't make sense in science, it's not a special function, it converts matter into undetectable energy, and then releases it when there is a famine, and it's okay to go without food for ten days and a half, which is a bit like the Taoist technique of bigu. ”

The master chef of the canteen has worked hard, and the standard configuration of fast food can also make an excellent taste. After Man Jianghong ate three servings of potato and beef brisket rice, he changed to husband and wife lung rice, and the smile of the samurai who delivered the meal stiffened. But after all, he was highly trained, and he did a good job of hiding the trace of disdain in his eyes, that is, he was a little heavier when he put the plate. Man Jianghong looked at it in his eyes, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and his heart is not to eat your family, it's your business!

When Man Jianghong marched towards the seventh plate of chicken nuggets with sauce, the samurai who delivered the food was shocked beyond words, and the hand on the tray became unstable.

When Man Jianghong finished destroying the tenth plate of braised elbow rice, he was surprised to find that after a while, the warrior's skill plummeted, his eyes were dull, his movements were stiff, and he almost broke a plate.

It's strange outside the screen, there is no noise, are the big guys not eating tonight? Occasionally, a small sound floats out, and it is carefully suppressed.

"Shhh......h......h Bet a thousand bucks!", "...... It doesn't make sense!", "...... Nothing will happen......, will it?" If it's all converted into attack power......"

What are they discussing? Anyway, it has nothing to do with the master.

After annihilating 12 plates of standard fast food, Man Jianghong was full and still refused to stop. If you are a man, you have to be cruel to yourself!

So after drinking half a glass of water, he took the electronic recipe and studied it again, ordering a plate of snails, a plate of scallops, a pair of lobsters, a bowl of mutton, and a bowl of kelp keel soup. July is the season for cucumbers, eggplants, tomatoes, celery, rape, and Chinese cabbage, so let's have a plate of vegetarian fried celery and a plate of cold cucumber.

The food delivery warrior looked at him deeply before leaving, and the starlight in his eyes was shining, and he was so impressed that he fell to the ground.

In fact, no matter how small and ridiculous things are, as long as they can reach the point where they are beyond common sense, they will sublimate the dazzling content and reveal their heavy weight.

When all the dishes were removed, the samurai's gaze was only in awe, and he stumbled a little as he walked, almost knocking over the screen.

Hahaha, master, I'm really talented, I can scare people stupid with a meal!

Man Jianghong stood up with his hands on the table, covered his mouth with his hands and burped two full burps in a row, feeling that the food that had piled up to his throat had dropped a little, so he took half a glass of water and drank it all.

Outside was eerily quiet, and it seemed that the sound of staccato panting could be heard.

What's going on? Are you all on hunger strike?

He stood for a moment, then staggered out of the passage of the screen, looked into the hall, and immediately took a step back in fright, dumbfounded.

The lights outside were bright, and the black pressure on the bench was full of people, and their eyes were bulging to look here, but none of them were holding a rice bowl, even Lin Binlong, Wuzhang, the old master and other bigwigs were impressively listed. The waiters on both sides stood neatly and solemnly in two rows, the master stood stupidly with a kitchen knife, and he didn't know if his hat was crooked, and the vegetable washer also ran out, standing on tiptoe and stretching his neck behind the crowd, and the handful of celery in his hand was still dripping with water.

On a round table in the center of the dining room, there were empty plates that were more than half a person tall and shiny and smooth as if they had been licked by a dog, the fruit of someone's hard work.

A superstar in the rice bucket world is rising!

On the first day of registration, Man Jianghong became famous with a meal.