Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1088 1079. He Can Fly

Bo Zhihong is a big-bellied man, and Luo Qingcai is also a big-bellied man.

Bo Zhihong eats fast, and Luo Qingcai is not far behind.

He eats one steamed bun in three bites, which is so big that it cannot be held in one hand.

Crunch, crunch, the five big steamed buns were all gone in his stomach.

The two big chicken legs didn't last more than a minute, even though they were slipping away.

With a click, Luo Qingcai threw the bone he had sucked clean into the trash can under the table and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

He raised his eyebrows at Bo Zhihong again, "How is it, have you rested enough? Let's continue?"

"Come on." Bo Zhihong was not afraid at all. Seeing Luo Qingcai's appetite, it instead aroused his fighting spirit.

"You choose what to eat first." Luo Qingcai stood up with the empty plate.

Bo Zhihong also stood up and picked up his own plate, imitating Luo Qingcai's example.

Say, "No need, you choose."

He was very arrogant and would not take advantage of others even if they were competing in eating for some unknown reason.

People who are picky can take what they like and eat more of what they like.

Luo Qingcai didn't care and said, "Take turns, everyone takes the same thing, you go first."

That's fair.

Without any hesitation, Bo Zhihong went straight to the long table where snacks and fruits were placed, picked up a piece of cake and put it on his plate.

He had already taken a fancy to the fragrant, sweet and soft little cake.

Luo Qingcai frowned and took one piece as well. He didn’t like sweet things.

Then I went to the main food area and scooped a big spoonful of kimchi fried rice, which is a reserved item in the cafeteria.

Bo Zhihong also took a spoonful.

I went to the soup bucket and served myself a bowl of tomato and egg soup because I was thirsty.

Luo Qingcai poured the soup, looked around, and took a steamed bun and a chicken leg.

He wants to eat steamed buns today.

At this time, the plate was full again. After Bo Zhihong had taken all the food, Luo Qingcai shook his head and said, "That's all for now. We'll talk about it later if we can't compare."

"Okay." Bo Zhihong followed the host's wishes.

Return to the original table.

As soon as Bo Zhihong sat down, he reached out and picked up the cake.

This is the most traditional old cake, square and palm-sized.

It was exactly the same as the old cake that Bo Zhihong had secretly taken from the old lady who ran a pastry stall in the vegetable market when he sneaked down the mountain, ran to the town, and sneaked into the vegetable market.

There are also bakeries in town that make beautiful cream cakes.

But he didn't have much pocket money and couldn't afford it.

The surface of the cake is covered with a mottled caramel icing that is dotted with fine pores.

The caramelized crisp shell curls up slightly at the edges, revealing the fluffy amber section underneath.

Bo Zhihong took a look at it and put it in his mouth.

When you first touch it, you taste the caramel shell, and the sweetness of honey mixed with the caramel aroma melts on the tip of your tongue.

Then take a bite, it is so dense and soft, like chewing a milky cloud, the cloud is filled with chopped nuts and candied lemon grains.

The slightly sour lemon and fragrant nuts create a granular texture that is very interesting and crunchy.

After just a few chews, the cake seemed to melt in my mouth, sliding smoothly into my throat, leaving only the aftertaste of milky lemon between my lips and teeth...

Oh, not at all.

Bo Zhihong swallowed a piece of cake in two or three bites, smacking his lips.

I think this cake is delicious, but it’s still not as delicious as the one I bought from the old lady which was a bit hard and burnt in some places.

There is emotion in it.

Have your cake and eat it too.

Bo Zhihong picked up the soup bowl again, took a sip first, and then poured the whole bowl into his mouth. Oh my goodness, this time he had never tasted such delicious tomato and egg soup.

The flavor of the tomatoes is fully integrated into the soup, it tastes so good.

Then the kimchi fried rice was even more amazing. How could there be such delicious fried rice in the world?

Come again next time.

While he was munching on steamed buns and chicken legs, he was already looking forward to the next round.

Plop, suck the clean chicken leg bones and throw them into the trash can.

Luo Qingcai also swallowed the last bite of cake.

He looked up and asked, "Is it ok?"

Bo Zhihong did not answer, but expressed himself directly with his actions. He picked up the plate and went to the kimchi fried rice and just took two spoonfuls.

Luo Qingcai followed and served fried rice and twenty dumplings.

Then came Bo Zhihong... then Luo Qingcai...

The two of them brought back another full plate.

Without saying anything, without any pre-war provocation, he just sat down and started eating...
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A new guy has come and dares to challenge Brother Cai and challenge Brother Cai’s appetite.

Right in the cafeteria.

This is so new, how dare a newcomer do this?

A large group of little kids gathered around and watched the two men finish a full plate of food like a gust of wind.

Then he went to get another plate.

Then came the third set.

And listening to Qian Xiaoqi talking excitedly, before starting the competition, the two of them each ate a large plate of food.

Brother Cai had five big steamed buns, a pile of braised pork, and two chicken legs.

The new food was piled up like a mountain.

No, isn't your physiological structure different from others? Is your stomach a bottomless pit? How can you hold so many things?
Served until the third plate was almost finished.

Luo Qingcai felt that he had reached his limit.

Looking at the opposite side, Bo Zhihong's eating speed also slowed down.

Okay, that’s enough, don’t stretch it any further.

He smiled lightly, threw down his chopsticks, and gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you have a good appetite."

No more fighting over personal feelings.

Upon hearing this, Bo Zhihong quickened his pace and finished the last few bites.

He raised his head with such pride that it almost reached the sky.

He replied, "You're not bad either."

He is very competitive.

Luo Qingcai understood what was going on, smiled again, and said, "Brother, how come you have such a big appetite? To be honest, I have never seen anyone who eats more than me in my life. You are the first one."

Bo Zhihong clasped his hands together, his mouth almost grinning from ear to ear, and he didn't know what there was to be proud of for eating more.

"People who practice martial arts have a big appetite since childhood."

As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar around him.

The little kids asked questions one after another.

"Do you practice martial arts?", "What do you practice?", "Is it boxing or fighting?", "Have you ever hit anyone?"

Bo Zhihong had never experienced such a thing before, and he felt so elated and excited.

"Let me show you how powerful I am."

After saying that, he stood up.

Their dining table is against the wall, and there is a window next to the wall, but it is not open because the air conditioner is on in the room.

Bo Zhihong looked around and found that there were too many people around.

I looked up and saw the window.

I thought to myself, this is it, let you see it.

Make up your mind.

Bo Zhihong jumped up on the spot, put his right foot on the seat, used the force to stand up again, and tapped the back of the chair with his left foot for more force.

The whole person jumped out from the side, with his legs raised high, he tapped the windowsill, tapped the handle in the middle of the window frame, and tapped the top beam of the window frame again.

The kids all opened their mouths wide and stared at Bo Zhihong.

The cafeteria is high, with a ceiling height of more than six meters. With so many people eating, it would be stuffy if the space was too low.

Although it has a pointed roof and the four walls are slightly lower, it is still four meters high.

It is equipped with large windows.

This new guy is so big, he must be a spider, how could he climb up straight up?

Just go up there and that’s it?

The people watching below all let out a cry of "Wow~" and tilted their heads back collectively.

Bo Zhihong stepped onto the window frame, kicked it hard, and then used the reverse push to spread his whole body and flew horizontally over everyone's heads.

The man stretched out his arms in mid-air, pressed the beam with his arms, and his speed increased even more.

In mid-air, the whole person turned half a circle and fell on the beam with a thud.

dusty.

He can fly!!!
The kids below were all stunned, their mouths wide open and their heads held high.

The dust settled without any damage.

"Earth! Earth!"

"Bah, bah, bah~~"

(End of this chapter)