The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, Xu Feng prepared a Manchu Han Imperial Feast for his new wife, even bringing out his treasured ingredients.

Filonia enjoyed her meal very much, which also improved Xu Feng's mood considerably.

Seeing the envious looks from the surrounding nobles, Xu Feng's not-so-smooth brain suddenly came to a head.

When I'm short of money, it seems like I can just throw a banquet.

He held several banquets while he was in the Pseudo-Human Academy, so he was never short of money.

I've been cooking all these days, so I should have built up a good reputation in the college.

I imagine that a large number of people would come to the banquet because of its reputation.

Thinking this through, Xu Feng stood up under the gaze of the students in the cafeteria and said:

"All eyes are on me! Look at me! I need to discuss something!"

The noblemen's sons couldn't help but whisper among themselves as they looked at Xu Feng.

"What is this fraudulent gentleman doing?"

"I don't know, maybe it's performance art!"

"What is this clown trying to do? Is he trying to attract attention again?"

Seeing this, Yumili executed a rear-naked choke, pulling Xu Feng beneath her, and said calmly without expression:

"My foolish brother, what are you doing?"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Sister, let go!"

Annabelle chuckled softly at the amusing scene, her breasts heaving with each movement. She realized she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

She was always especially happy when she was with the siblings.

It always makes people feel very relaxed subconsciously!

"I won't let go until you tell me what you're going to do," Yumily said calmly.

"I need to make money, Sister Lao, big money! You know, our Salt and Alkali Territory is dirt poor. I didn't have a single penny in my pocket when I came to the academy, so I have to find a way to make money!"

Upon hearing this, Yumi stopped applying pressure and instead asked:

"My foolish brother, how do you plan to make money?"

"A banquet, of course we'll hold a banquet. Your brother here is a great cook, I can just charge an admission fee for the dinner."

Xu Feng quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, Yumily released her grip, thinking that her foolish brother was about to do something shameful and outrageous again.

After Yumily released her grip, Xu Feng composed himself and spoke calmly and elegantly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have all witnessed my culinary skills. Would you be interested in attending my dinner party?"

Upon hearing this, the students in the cafeteria all became restless.

The aroma of the food he had been cooking for the past few days had already piqued the curiosity of everyone present. They wondered what his delicious and visually appealing dishes, as well as his sparkling water, tasted like.

Now that Xu Feng has taken the initiative to propose hosting a banquet, everyone present is naturally very excited.

"Of course, my dinner isn't free; you'll only need to pay a small fee to attend."

Seeing this, Hillman adjusted his glasses and said calmly:

"It seems Baron Simmel's decision was indeed wise. Has his son already decided to use his superb culinary skills to make money?"

Muttering to himself, Hillman stepped forward:

"How much does it cost to attend your dinner party?"

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then spoke:

"Not much, just one gold coin."

Whispers immediately filled the room.

"So expensive! Does this fraudulent gentleman even know that one gold coin can support a family of four for a year? He's really obsessed with money."

"Is your plate made of gold, or is the rice on it made of gold?"

"Has this conman gone mad? He actually wants a gold coin? Does he really think our gold coins fall from the sky? That's the money we've painstakingly squeezed from our people!"

"A banquet costing this many gold coins? No normal noble could afford that!"

"Exactly, exactly. I think this conman is just obsessed with money."

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Xu Feng wasn't annoyed. Instead, he smiled elegantly and calmly said:

"Look around the entire capital, who else has my skills? These are all my unique techniques, and the raw materials are used sparingly. You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too expensive too!"

"Besides, where is this price expensive? My banquet admission ticket has been this price for many years, okay? Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open!"

"It's also difficult for me to host a dinner party. Sometimes I need to look for the reasons within myself and think about whether we've been trying to squeeze money out of our people, and whether the money we've squeezed out has increased."

Hillman thought for a moment, then took a gold coin from his pocket, put it in Xu Feng's hand, and adjusted his glasses.

"Alright, then I'll attend one of your dinner parties and try your cooking. When are you planning to host the dinner party?"

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then spoke:

"How about we schedule it for tonight? Anyone else who wants to attend the dinner can join us as soon as possible."

"Okay, it's a deal then." Hillman nodded and then spoke.

At this moment, a slick-haired nobleman approached Xu Feng, tossed his hair arrogantly, and said:

"I, Locke, am the son of Earl Marton, a genius with superior magical aptitude."

Xu Feng looked at Locke and seemed to recognize him. Wasn't this the small fry villain who was whipped away by Filonia?

Didn't Filonia say that one lash of the whip would keep you lying down for at least ten days to half a month?

How come the person is alright so quickly?

As expected of a typical minor villain, its vitality is indeed tenacious.

He was just knocked away and then ran around like nothing happened.

Xu Feng looked at Luo Ke and began clearing the plates from the table, saying dismissively with a perfunctory expression:

"Hmm, and then?"

Locke then tossed his hair with a smug grin:

"Don't you think I'm a genius?"

"Oh! That's quite a genius."

"Don't you have anything to offer? For example, an invitation for this genius to your dinner party?"

"Sure! One gold coin."

Xu Feng didn't look up, he just kept clearing the plates.

Locke was somewhat annoyed that Xu Feng showed no intention of inviting him to the banquet for free.

"One gold coin. What if this dinner isn't good?"

Xu Feng can be questioned about everything, but he cannot tolerate having his cooking skills questioned.

He immediately stopped clearing the plates, looked up sharply, and said:

"Are you deliberately picking a fight? Are you going to attend this dinner party or not?"

"I didn't say I wasn't going! What if the food at this dinner isn't good?"

"If it's not delicious, I won't host any more banquets. Are you satisfied now?"

"Not satisfied? Didn't you intend to invite me to the banquet for free?"

Locke was speechless. He had been hinting so blatantly, was Xu Feng a blockhead?

Doesn't he know what it means to gain the favor of the eldest son of the Marton family?

Why do we have to be so picky about that one gold coin?