My WeChat Lian Yaojie

Chapter 351 Wang Xicong's Life Experience
Ye Fan smiled.

"You don't need to say anything, as long as you understand it."

Wang Yi scratched her head shyly.

"Hey, I understand!"

Anyang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She was a little discouraged and said: "Actually, you guys won. I can only jump more than 70 times at most, and I can't catch up with you at all."

"No, we didn't win!"

"Yeah, Wang Yi only jumped 99 times, didn't he?"

Wang Yi rubbed the back of his head and said in embarrassment.

"Yeah, the last one feels like I'm about to get my leg pulled. If it wasn't for the teacher to save me, I'd be hurt again."

Seeing everyone in harmony, Ye Fan expressed his relief.

Of course, Wang Yi did not forget about contradicting him.

Immediately, Ye Fan made a smile.

"Anyang, Wang Yi, have you rested yet?"

"Follow me when you have a rest and take you to the next practice site."

Wang Yi instantly felt a chill in his neck.

His face was full of astonishment.

No, no, no.

The teacher seems to be turning his intestines.

There is no way, Ye Fan is so retribution, no, dedicated to his duty.

"Teacher, I don't seem to have a good rest!"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and follow!"

Ye Fan ignored Wang Yi's painful look.

Resolutely left the classroom, leaving them with only a chic back...

The place where the few people came was not the training room at all, but the cafeteria.

Anyang was a little confused.

"Ye Fan, what are you doing in the cafeteria? Are you hungry?"

"A little hungry, aren't you hungry?"

"Hee hee, it sounds a little hungry."

"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll show off my skills for you and cook myself."

"Wow, you are so good!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows: "Of course, who made you my good classmate?"

He has studied the cooking encyclopedia given by Bai Suzhen.

Cooking is not a problem at all.

The reason why I cook in person is firstly because I want to eat some of my own craftsmanship, and secondly because I want to give them some 'ingredients'.

Ye Fan is going all out for Wang Ticong's information.

Absolutely paid for it.

"Just wait, I'll do it myself."

"Ok."

The two sat at the table and waited.

But Wang Yi didn't feel right no matter what he thought.

His attitude towards Ye Fan just now was not very kind.

Don't put poison in the food.

Wang Yi came to the kitchen cautiously and peeped through the gap.

Just in time to see Ye Fan pour all the small jar of salt into a serving of fried rice...

And then... not then...

He covered his mouth for fear of making a sound.

But how could Ye Fan not find him.

"Hehe, you can eat this later, if you don't eat, I will break your leg."

The voice was extremely cold.

It is even more of a threat from Chiguoguo.

But does Wang Yi dare to refuse?
dare not.

In the face of absolute strength, he dared not have any thoughts at all.

Soon.

A table of sumptuous dishes is served.

Immediately, there were several plates of fried rice.

"Call them over to eat together, and practice after eating."

"Ok."

Anyang was very excited.

I took out my phone and took some photos.

"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to have this kind of craftsmanship. You have all kinds of colors, fragrances, and flavors. It's simply amazing."

Ye Fan flicked his bangs: "That's right, it doesn't matter who I am."

"Yes, you are the hardworking person who saw Jiangcheng at three o'clock in the morning."

"Haha, well, let's try it."

Anyang picked up a shrimp and it melted in his mouth.

Get her all excited.

"Wow, it's delicious! I really like it!"

"Eat as much as you like."

"Wang Yi, you can eat too! Don't leave any fried rice, you know."

Wang Yi was about to cry.

It's okay to not see the cooking process.

I ate it with my eyes closed.

But he does.

Watching a pot of salt fall down.

If you eat it, you have to lose half your life.

And it will definitely be very sour.

However, due to Ye Fan's lust, he ate the fried rice bite by bite...

At this time, everyone walked into the cafeteria sweating.

His eyes were full of surprises.

"It's such a blessing to have so many good dishes."

"After practicing for a day and a night, I am really hungry."

"Haha, thank you, Teacher Ye."

……

Ye Fan smiled and shook his head: "Let's start eating, there is no limit to the dishes, but you must eat all the fried rice, you know?"

"Don't worry, fried rice is my favorite."

Tang Shou was the first to pick up a plate, picked up chopsticks and started eating.

good to eat.

Simply wonderful.

Tang Shou's eyes widened, and he even had the feeling of wandering on the fried rice, which was a feeling of heartiness.

Everyone else reacted the same way.

Only Wang Yi continued to cry.

Let everyone very puzzled.

"What's wrong with you? It's like someone dead at home."

Wang Yi smiled wryly, but with a broken tooth, he could only swallow it in his stomach.

"No, I think of my mother's smell."

"Oh, yes, it's been a long time since I saw my parents."

"The taste of Teacher Ye's cooking is really nostalgic."

Everyone talked about it with great eloquence, and it also brought back sad memories.

Anyang pursed his lips, thinking to himself: Maybe this is the power of real food, which can make people feel happy, angry, sad, and happy.

"No, why am I a little hot?"

Wang Yi suddenly stood up and said.

"No, I can't stand it."

With the difficulty of swallowing the last bite of fried rice.

Wang Yi couldn't restrain the aura in his body at all, they burst out like a riot.

He unconsciously began to perform moves in the cafeteria, extremely fast and powerful.

This……

The crowd was horrified.

"Wang Yi, when did you become so powerful?"

Tang Shou was surprised to find that the strength shown by Wang Yi had faintly surpassed him.

how can that be possible?
Obviously he only broke through yesterday.

"Hey, you punch as long as you punch, why are you throwing mud outside?"

"How long has it been since you took a shower? Why are you so dirty?"

Anyang pinched his nose with disgust on his face.

Wang Yi did not answer.

It's just dancing moves.

The aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, but there is also more and more mud.

But after a set of martial arts, he felt much better, and even the previous complaints disappeared, which was an unprecedented stretch.

"Stop, stop quickly, Wang Yi, did you eat fried rice or shit? Stop beating, it really stinks."

"Tang Shou, don't dislike him, your body is not very clean, it's full of dirt, don't you scrub it in the shower?"

"Anyang, you still have the nerve to talk about me? Look at your neck, it's caught up with the wheels of the car, it's dark."

"Ning Han, a little girl can't wash her armpits?"

……

All people are rid of many deposited toxins.

Even the two girls smell so bad that people should stay away from them.

"No, we are washing the marrow now."

"There are treasures in the food that Teacher Ye gave us."

"Everyone, hurry up and practice, the aura is the purest at this time, hurry up and practice cross-legged, the opportunity is rare."

Tang Shou was the first to react.

Regardless of the disgust of others.

After sitting down, he began to solidify himself and strengthen his cultivation.

The others quickly entered the cultivation state.

And Ye Fan left the cafeteria silently.

Those who understand will understand.

There is no need for him to wait here for everyone's thanks.

Today he has done his best.

Even the precious pills like Juling Pills have been used up several times.

How much they can achieve depends on their own good fortune.

Go back to your hut.

Sun Shiyin was already waiting.

She smiled and said, "get out of class is over? You really worked hard in this class."

Ye Fan spread out his hands: "For the sake of my brother, I can't do my best if I don't work hard."

"But let me tell you in advance that I have already taught everything I can teach, and you still have to come to class in the future."

"If you ask me to teach again, I'm afraid I will have to teach them the housekeeping exercises."

Hear him say that.

Sun Shiyin nodded.

She knew that Ye Fan might really be at his limit.

Otherwise, as a martial artist, he would never make fun of his housekeeping skills.

That is the most important thing for a warrior.

"no problem!"

"Well, it's time to fulfill the promise? Tell me about Wang Sacong."

Ye Fan sat down slowly.

After working for so long, he was really tired.

But Sun Shiyin obviously didn't want him to be so comfortable.

"Is this all for talking?"

"Then you want to...?"

"At least some tea."

"you……"

Ye Fan became angry for a while.

Who are you ordering?
Something is really stuck with me.

"What? You don't want to make tea? Then I might forget a lot of details."

Sun Shiyin grasped Ye Fan's weakness and felt confident.

"Okay, you wait."

Ye Fan is no novice.

There are a lot of jokes like this on the Internet.

You bring her a cup of hot tea, and she wants cold tea.

You have a cup of herbal tea, but she wants hot tea.

Even if you make two cups of tea, she wants to warm it up.

So Ye Fan prepared dozens of cups of tea at one time, and even served melons, fruits, pears, peaches and other snacks.

The purpose was to shut Sun Shiyin's mouth.

Also prevent her from tossing herself.

See Ye Fan put on a coffee table full of things.

She was stunned.

"Do rich people drink tea like this? Why do you make so much?"

Ye Fan looked at her with clear eyes.

I suddenly realized that I seemed to be thinking too much.

She probably really just wanted a cup of tea.

Alas, the old fried dough stick was actually cheated by a woman.

Mercury retrograde.

Ye Fan could only borrow the donkey from the slope.

"Yes, I usually drink tea moody, and I drink more types."

"Oh, let me choose a drink."

Sun Shiyin took a sip, and then said.

"I've only heard of Wang Shicong, and I don't know much about him."

"I only know that he is the son of the president of the Martial Artists Association, and he can be regarded as the young master of the association."

Ye Fan thought about his countless identities.

The son of the black boss, the son of a wealthy businessman, never expected to be from a family of warriors.

Looking at the structure and foundation of the Martial Artists Association, what he said was really not a lie.

Absolute rich second generation.

Ye Fan nodded: "Is there anything else?"

Sun Shiyin recalled silently.

"Well... I heard that he was very rebellious when he was a child, and he never liked to practice martial arts, and then the president let him go away..."

"But there is one condition, as long as he can't get along outside and uses family power, he must come back to practice with peace of mind..."

(End of this chapter)