The Luck of All Worlds

Xingping Chuangzhen's eyes lit up, and he looked at Shangguan Binghen with a look that was hard to refuse.

Shangguan Binghen did not flutter, but looked at Tian Suohui who was next to him and looked at himself (bffa) with the same eyes, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, feeling a little happy in his heart, he nodded graciously and said.

"Let's go then!"

As soon as I went to the rice bowl, there were no half people there, only a person sitting on a chair, looking a little old, with a little moustache, and the head of the plane combed forward, the whole person seemed to be in a bit of spirit. No.

"Excuse me here..."

The mustache who saw someone came did not have much energy, but said dejectedly.

"The rice bowl here is going to be abolished sooner or later, so you won't use it anymore... Huh?! Senior Shangguan?!"

Lucky Ping Shuangzhen leaned over and asked.

"Do you know Senior Shangguan?"

said mustache.

"I know you too, Koping Soma."

Because these two goods are very popular recently, because they are too cocky.

Yukihira Souma looked embarrassed.

The mustache was in the second grade, so he directly called him senior, and he asked what was going on.

Tiansuohui happened to pick up a lot of brochures from the ground next to them, and they all wrote recipes.

I picked it up and looked at it, and there was a lot of research written on it, from recipes to recipes. Fortunately, Ping Chuangzhen took a copy and was a little excited to read it.

"It feels very good, it seems to be worth studying! Why is there no one here?"

As soon as it was mentioned that he was going to be charged by the society, the mustache was so excited that he was about to cry.

"Can you actually understand the essence of this recipe? Yes, rice bowls come in a convenient, delicious, and affordable form, but my rice bowls... met Nakiri Erina..."

Nakiri Erina?

What exactly is going on?

After listening to what the moustache said, everyone understood what was going on.

As before, that sumo hot pot or something lost to Nakiri Erina in Shiji, so the clubs were demolished and had to be rebuilt, and the donburi, which seemed to be a bit civilian club, etc., As long as Erina Nakiri disliked her, she would try to cut the budget, reduce the scope of the activity room, and forcibly passed the resolution of the top ten...

Chapter 22 Meat Charm?quite suitable

In the end, those who are desperate can only end the dispute by eating halberds. Of course, like the Sumo Hot Pot Research Association, they lose their ass.

Shangguan Binghen remembered Nakiri Erina's arrogant look, and once said that they were second-class chefs at the bottom. It seems that this eldest lady likes tall things very much!

So if you don't like it, you feel a little vulgar, etc., you should exclude all of it, right?

What an arrogant girl.

"And the members of our Rice Bowl Research Club ran away after hearing that this time the target of eating halberd was Nakiri Erina's minions..."

Moustache looked frustrated.

"Minions? What other minions does that girl have?"

Shangguan Binghen thought this was really interesting.

Speaking of which, the last time she was with the secretary.

said mustache.

"yes----"

Before he could finish speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open roughly, and several staff members in uniforms came in, looking at the environment here with expressionless faces.

"It's more convenient to rebuild than to refit."

said the workers and those who came in behind.

Everyone immediately cast their eyes and looked at the people who came in behind.

A sensual girl.

At first glance, Shangguan Binghen felt like he saw a dark brown fat cow walking.

Short golden hair, bronze skin all over, wearing clothes like a swimsuit on the upper body, with a short shirt casually tied around the waist outside, of course, the buttons are not needed, the neck is decorated like a collar, the uniform skirt below is barely It's normal, that is, there is a knife cover on the leg, and it is tied there.

It looks so personable!

"Then there is no need to refit, just tear it down and rebuild it!"

The sensual girl said domineeringly.

At this time, Moustache couldn't sit still and shouted directly.

"Mito, what are you trying to do!"

The girl named Mito looked at the mustache with contempt and said.

"Senior, no matter how you study this kind of rice bowl, it's just a low-level dish, a kind of vulgar B-level food. Yuanyue doesn't need this kind of thing. Of course, if you are sure to beat me..."

But the moustache started to tremble.