"Wow! Boss, your martial arts are so handsome! ”

Some students had already discovered Ji Ruo, whose gray hair was too eye-catching.

In addition to the white hair, Ji Ruo's palms are surrounded by flames, stir-frying in the pot, which looks very cool.

The enticing aroma gradually rises, attracting a large number of students to watch.

"Is this an entertainer or a piece of food?" A student asked curiously.

Ji Ruo said with a smile: "Naturally, it sells food, iron palm fried rice, ten yuan a piece." ”

"Iron palm fried rice?"

There were more and more students watching, and the smell was tangy, but no one paid for it.

"Handsome is handsome, but it looks unhygienic, it won't cause diarrhea after eating this, right?"

"Yes, yes, where is there a direct hand fried rice? Why not use a spatula? ”

"I've only heard of iron plate fried rice, and I haven't heard of iron palm fried rice... Is this really edible? ”

The students were skeptical of Ji Ruo's behavior of frying rice with iron sand palms.

Stir-fry directly with the palm of your hand, which is not hygienic at all.

No one recognized Ji Ruolai, after all, there were nearly 3,000 students from the first to the third year of high school in Yuncheng No. 1 Middle School, and Ji Ruo was not a man of the year before, so naturally it was impossible for everyone to know him.

Besides, the current Ji Ruo has gray hair, and under the preconceived ideas, naturally no one will think that Ji Ruo is a student of No. 1 Middle School.

"Meow~Meow~ (What do you know!) The host's fried rice is amazing! ）”

Ji Ruo: "......"

God special fried rice hand!

Some students were curious: "Boss, what kind of palm are you?" Why does it look a little familiar? ”

Ji Ruole said hehehe: "This is an iron sand palm, I developed it a little, and it's good to use it for fried rice." ”

"Iron Sand Palm?" The students were a little surprised: "But how do I remember that the iron sand palm is not this color?" ”

The temperature of the iron sand palm is extremely high, and the color is blazing white.

But for one, it wasn't actually a particularly high-level martial art in itself, and very few people would take the time to cultivate it to the level of supernatural perfection......

Second, no matter what kind of martial arts it is, very few people can cultivate to the level of transcendence.

This level cannot be achieved by mere hard work.

"Maybe my iron sand palm is more powerful." Ji Ruo smiled: "Classmate, do you think other people's iron sand palms can fry rice?" ”

"I can't." The student shook his head: "I haven't heard of any martial arts used to make food, and you are too unhygienic." ”

The onlookers were discussing, and the aroma of fried rice became stronger and stronger - Ji Ruo added a little bit of one-star demon beast meat shreds, as well as some ordinary spirit plants, and combined with the 'delicious +3' effect of [Cooking Arts (Low)].

At this moment, it is the end of school at noon, and it is time for lunch, and it stands to reason that these students should not resist this temptation.

But they just held back.

"It smells so good."

One student couldn't help but say, "If it weren't for the fact that this was fried by hand, I would have really wanted to eat some." ”

"Yes, yes, this fried rice is too fragrant, and the iron sand palm used for fried rice looks handsome, but it's unhygienic."

"When I watched this boss's fried rice just now, it was obviously raw rice, but now you see, I didn't add any water, and it was cooked! This is fried rice, not fried rice! ”

"I suspect he was fried with sweat on his hands... The teacher said that there is urea in sweat... Huh~ It's disgusting. ”

The reason why Ji Ruo's iron sand palm can fry rice is actually a special effect attached to the system's martial arts, and it has nothing to do with hand sweat or anything.

But these students don't know!

"But incense is real incense."

The students summed it up and went to other stalls selling fried rice on the side to buy a fried rice and came back - there were a lot of food sold at the school gate, and every time the students were out of school, they could even make up a mini snack street in front of the school.

The students went to other stalls to buy food, and then returned to Ji Ruo's stall, smelling the fragrance and eating it.

"This smell really goes well with rice."

Ji Ruo: "??? ”

He and little Rosie stared at each other, and they both saw a deep confusion in each other's eyes.

These people, what's going on?

Ji Ruo is a little confused, this is indeed a 'safe stall place' planned for him by [First-line Intuition]!

What went wrong?

Wait a minute......

Ji Ruo suddenly realized a very serious problem.

It's not just 'security', is it?

It's sloppy!

"You're... Ji Ruo? ”

Suddenly, a familiar voice with a slight doubt sounded, and Ji Ruo looked up and saw that it was the head teacher Li Bindao.

"Hello teacher." The surrounding students greeted Li Bindao politely.

In school, Ji Ruo is not well-known in other grades, but the teachers do.

After all, there are dozens of teachers in a school, and it is easy to be familiar.

"Hello classmates."

After Li Bindao simply greeted the students, he looked at Ji Ruo with a puzzled expression, and asked hesitantly: "Classmate Ji Ruo, your hair... And where are you now? ”

Ji Ruo said while frying rice: "Teacher, my hair is an accident, I didn't dye it...... You see I'm not out of class now, and what I promised you will have to wait until tomorrow, and I'll have nothing to do, so I'll come out and set up a stall, and I can practice by the way......"

"Stalls? Selling fried rice? Li Bindao knew Ji Ruo's family situation, and he could understand why Ji Ruo did this.

But......

"How do you fry it by hand?"

Rao is Li Bin Taoist for so many years, and he is also stunned at the moment.

It's not wrong that you set up a stall to make money to subsidize your family, but... You fried rice like this, don't say if it's fried or not, who will buy it!

"Teacher, I'm practicing iron sand palms." Ji Ruo said.

"Iron sand palms? How can your iron sand palm fry rice...... No, when did you learn the Iron Sand Palm?! ”

He was a little confused.

Based on his understanding of Ji Ruo, this child's current family situation is not able to support him in cultivating the Iron Sand Palm.

For such a child, Daxia only exempts the normal study fee, and gives 1,600 yuan every month as living expenses.

It's not that Daxia is incapable of making these children better, but it turns out that children who have lost their parents, if they are given enough disposable property, a large part of the children are actually unable to manage themselves.

A child with tens of millions of assets, without parental control, is easy to learn badly - they are so rich, who still studies hard?

Those warriors who died in battle, their children deserve preferential treatment, and Great Xia should also train those children well.

But what they exchanged for their lives should not be their own children who were raised by Daxia into a waste who only knows how to enjoy life in the future.

Therefore, Daxia will only provide the most basic living guarantee for these children, and if they want to live a better life, they can study hard, practice martial arts hard, and they will have everything they should have.

"Ji Ruo, did you use the scholarship?" Li Bindao asked hesitantly.

......

(If nothing else, it will be on the shelves on Friday~)