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Chapter 159 Auntie, are you targeting me?

Chu Sheng scratched his bald head and muttered under his breath, "You dog of a benefactor, do you think this female benefactor isn't feeling well?"

The fool's heterochromatic eyes were filled with confusion, and he retracted his lisp.

"Woof."

It doesn't understand either.

Just then.

Yang Guang finally walked to the window.

He first glanced at the blushing middle-aged woman, then at the bewildered Chu Sheng, and finally at the confused Er Lengzi.

I understood what was going on instantly.

Yang Guang's lips twitched violently.

Good guy.

This lady must have misunderstood.

She thought that Chu Sheng, this 250-pound mountain of flesh, was flirting with her.

Yang Guang suppressed a laugh and slapped Chu Sheng's broad back.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Do you know that the old lady was embarrassed by your staring?"

Chu Sheng looked completely innocent: "Huh?"

"I was just looking at the dishes!"

"I'm looking at braised pork!"

"Not an old lady!"

Upon hearing this, the blush on the woman's face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was embarrassment.

She tightened her grip on the iron spoon, and her lips twitched slightly.

Yang Guang quickly tried to smooth things over: "Auntie, don't mind him. My friend is a foodie. He looks at everything like he's looking at braised pork."

Just treat him like a homeless man who hasn't eaten for three days.

Chu Sheng panicked: "Brother Guang!"

"That's a really hurtful analogy!"

"This humble monk is, after all, a proper monk!"

"Get lost!"

"You've been a monk for a long time."

Done.

Yang Guang then ignored him.

His attention was completely drawn to the steaming food inside the window.

Braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, dry-fried green beans, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a big pot of stewed beef brisket with potatoes until tender.

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

With the meal card the principal had given him tucked in his pocket, he felt incredibly confident.

The principal said there's no limit to the amount he can spend on his meal card!

Yang Guang took out the meal card that the principal had given him before leaving, and slammed it on the window counter with a loud thud.

"Auntie, eight servings of each of the following: braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, and beef brisket with potatoes!"

"Four servings of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, please!"

"Oh, and make sure you get plenty of rice, the kind that's piled up like a small mountain!"

The woman was completely bewildered by his display of force.

Holding the iron spoon, she looked Yang Guang up and down, his skinny frame filled with disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure you can finish this?"

Yang Guang pointed to the side: "It's not just me eating, he's eating too."

The old woman glanced at Chu Sheng, who was a mountain of flesh weighing 250 pounds.

Oh.

That's fine.

The older woman started serving the food.

The iron spoon flew around in the basin, piling spoonful after spoonful onto the plate.

Yang Guang rubbed his hands together, looking expectantly at the ever-growing pile of meat on the plate.

But soon.

His expression changed.

Because he discovered an extremely serious problem.

When the older woman was serving food to Chu Sheng, the trembling in her hand was noticeably less than when she was serving food to herself.

It's also braised pork.

On Yang Guang's plate, there were only a few sparse pieces of meat, mixed with a large amount of potatoes and onions.

On Chu Sheng's plate, chunks of meat were piled up like a small mountain.

It was so full that you couldn't even see a crack.

Yang Guang's face immediately turned black.

"Auntie!"

"Is there something wrong with your hand?"

"How come your hand doesn't shake when you're hitting him?"

The older woman rolled her eyes at Yang Guang and said matter-of-factly, "He's big and eats a lot, so what's wrong with me giving him more?"

Yang Guang pointed to his plate: "And what about me?"

"I'm growing too!"

The older woman glanced at him up and down and sneered, "With your small frame, you won't grow much even if you eat so much."

Yang Guang: "..."

That's really hurtful!

But what happened next caused Yang Guang's blood pressure to spike even higher.

When the older woman bent down and took a stainless steel basin from under the window, poured it full of meat and rice, and then placed it on the ground.

Yang Guang was completely devastated.

"Who is this for?"

The older woman pointed to Er Lengzi lying on the ground: "It's for this dog."

"What an adorable husky."

"Look at its eyes, it's so pitiful, it must be starving."

Yang Guang looked down at the stainless steel basin.

A whole basin full.

The amount of meat was more than what was on his plate.

They even added two extra large bones.

Yang Guang's blood pressure spiked to the maximum.

He pointed at Er Lengzi's basin, then at his own plate, his voice trembling: "Auntie!"

"Why does a dog carry more weight than me?"

"It's a dog!"

"I am a human being!"

The woman said matter-of-factly, "The dog is growing."

"Look at its head, it'll definitely grow into a big dog."

"Eat more so you can grow strong."

Yang Guang almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Er Lengzi lay on the ground, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, glancing smugly at Yang Guang.

The man with the lisp flicked his tongue, his expression clearly saying: "Dad Yang, you're not even as good as a dog."

Yang Guang was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Forget it.

It's all the principal's money.

If you don't spend it, you might as well.

Yang Guang added a few more dishes, filling the four trays to the brim.

The food on each plate was piled up like a small mountain.

And one portion of that was naturally for his adopted eldest daughter.

He carried the tray into the cafeteria and found a large table in the corner to sit down.

Chu Sheng, carrying his trays piled up like a small mountain, followed behind him, trotting along happily.

Er Lengzi, carrying the stainless steel basin in his mouth, came running over on all fours and crawled under the table to get to work.

Yang Guang placed the tray on the table, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to start eating.

But just as he picked up a piece of braised pork, he caught a glimpse of Chu Sheng's plate across from him.

That amount.

Yang Guang's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

He looked down at the sparse pieces of meat on his plate.

Then look at the mountain of meat on Chu Sheng's plate.

Finally, he bent down and glanced at the overflowing stainless steel basin under the table, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

Yang Guang slammed his chopsticks on the table: "I just want to ask one question!"

"We clearly used the same card, so why did you get more food than me?"

Chu Sheng stuffed a large piece of pork rib into his mouth and mumbled, "Brother Guang, you'll have to ask Auntie about this. I didn't add it myself."

"What about that simpleton?"

Yang Guang pointed under the table: "Why should a dog's food allowance be higher than mine?"

A muffled sound came from under the table: "Woof..."

"Jealous my ass!"

Yang Guang kicked the table leg, causing the entire table to shake.

Chu Sheng quickly protected his plate, afraid that it would be knocked over.

"Brother Guang!"

"Don't get agitated!"

"How about I share some with you?"

Yang Guang snorted coldly: "No need!"

"Me, the last Celestial Master, fighting over food with a fat man and a dog?"

"I can't afford to lose face!"