Chapter 240

Zhan Fenglie took the potato to the pot of rice, opened the pot, and a paste smell came to his face.

When he saw the pot of rice, his deep eyes stagnated.

The six students and even the female instructor had been curious about what would come out of their pots for a long time. As he lifted the lid of the pot, they all had long necks to see.

Especially the female instructor, came directly and looked down.

Seeing the pot of Jiaomi, she couldn't help laughing. Knowing the coach's temper, she couldn't help laughing.

The instructor raised his eyes and looked at Zhan Fengli. He said, "it's forbidden to waste grain. Eat it all."

Zhan Fengli stares at Jiaomi with five bowls of rice. His face is black.

Why do people cook full grains of rice, but also beierxiang, to them here, will be a pot of burnt rice!

How do you finish this?

If you can't finish it, you may be maimed by the devil tomorrow!

As early as I know, it's better to bear palm pain and push up to eat that bowl of rice. I'm really hungry.

He suddenly stares at Qian Chongxi with an unprecedented sinister look in his eyes: "don't you come here and eat together!"

Qian Chongxi covered his mouth and his eyes were resistant.

He didn't want to eat the potatoes with the ashes, let alone the burnt rice!

"I'm not hungry. Hehe, you're tired today. I'll let you eat."

With that, he shrank back and wanted to go.

Want to escape? There's no way!

Zhan Fengli put down a big bowl of potatoes in his hand, rose up like a fierce male lion, caught him, dragged him over, and squatted beside the pot.

He pinched his back neck, scooped a spoonful of burnt rice and handed it to his mouth. His cold voice was definitely honed by his back teeth: "you cook at least half the rice for me!"

"I don't eat. I don't eat. I don't practice. I'm going home."

With a burning smell, Qian Chongxi pressed her lips tightly and held her breath.

When the six students saw their faces, they all opened their mouths and laughed, but they were stiff and didn't dare to laugh.

"If you want to go, there's no way!"

If the boy doesn't come, at least his meal schedule is flawless.

It's a mess. He's going to run home after destroying his mess. He won't agree!

Zhan Fenglie stares at Qian Chongxi, who tightly purses his lips. His white teeth sharpen his cold strength: "this is not a vegetable garden. You can come in and come out as soon as you want. Even if the instructor allows you to go, I won't agree!"

Qian Chongxi screwed his eyebrows and stared at Zhan Fengli. Like the cat who refused to eat, he opened his mouth and said quickly, "you are Bangjia!"

Before the word "Jia" came down, the spoon stuck into his mouth and hurt his teeth and tongue.

Resentment eyes staring at Zhan Fenglie, see Zhan Fenglie narrow long black eyes, that eyes evil to make people scared.

Hum, you can eat it, who is afraid of who.

Teeth carefully grinding the spoonful of rice, chewing

His eyes of extreme enchantment blue suddenly shine brilliantly, and his half ripe and pleasant voice is startled: "it's really good to chew slowly like this. BAM, the smell of coffee beans is BAM, it's delicious, and it's really fragrant."

"If it's delicious, you can eat more. You are responsible for the rice and I am responsible for the potato." Zhan Fengli politely put the spoon into Qian Chongxi's hand, picked up the potatoes next to him, picked up the chopsticks and started.

A piece of potato goes into my mouth

My mouth stopped chewing, and my deep eyes blinked for a moment

Qian Chongxi raised his eyebrows and asked, "how about it? How does it taste? "

Zhan Fengli looked at him with a smile of joy in his eyes. Then he nodded with approval: "Oh, it's delicious."

Qian Chongxi's eyes fell, looking at the potato plate with the ashes of the pan, and he swallowed

Anyway, this big bowl of potatoes is better than that big pot of burnt rice. When Zhan Fengli doesn't pay attention to it, he grabs the bowl in his hand, lowers his face, stretches his tongue, licks it around the bowl quickly, and then shakes it hard to return it to Zhan Fengli's hand. He looks very serious: "if you eat well, you can eat more."

Six students open their mouths and laugh soundlessly.

God, from which planet did this beautiful boy fall? How can people eat the food he licked?

What's the difference between them!

Zhan Fengli stares at the boy and is silent, while the bastard looks at him like this. Time seems to be still at the moment.

They looked at each other for nearly ten seconds. Zhan Fengli handed the bowl to Qian Chongxi: "you can eat it. I'm in charge of Jiaomi." Said, he did not care about picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of coke rice into his mouth, chewing.

The deep light of the eyes jumped slightly.

This, this is delicious?

It's light, pasted and crunchy, teeth are missing!

"Ha ha." Qian Chongxi took out his chopsticks from Zhan Feng's hunter and quickly got up to stay away from him for fear that he would repent: "this is what you said to change!"

Zhan Fengli stares at the proud boy with his deep eyes just like the two thousand year old pools.

Qian Chongxi happily holds the bowl and feeds the potatoes to his mouth with a smile.

Who knows that potato has been chewed twice

"Bah, bah, bah, bah!"

His delicate face was so salty that he couldn't stop spitting. He put out his tongue and wiped it with his hand.

Well, the deepest routine in the world is the one that Zhan Fengli dug for him.

"That's a good taste?" Qian Chongxi twisted his face and asked.

"I haven't finished yet." Zhan Feng hunted the sharp lines of the lips and the evil inverted hook: "I said, this taste is not bad... You."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

The six students, together with the headmistress, couldn't hold their breath any longer. They laughed and fell back and forth.

Even the stern headmaster couldn't hold back. He covered his mouth with a hollow fist and laughed for a while. He soon regained his composure.

Qian Chongxi holding the bowl of potatoes, Yan Yan back to his side, cross legged obediently sit down, just tight brow interpretation of his very unhappy.

"I didn't train today anyway. It doesn't matter whether I eat or not. You've been training all day. If you don't eat, you'll be hungry. Listen, your stomach is growling."

"It's your stomach barking." Zhan Feng said.

Qian Chongxi touched his hungry stomach, swallowed his saliva, and then took a deep breath, "think of a way, I'm here to mix with you, you can't treat me like this."

Zhan Fengli looked at the pot of potatoes with his saliva. He was worried.

After a little thought, he took the potatoes in his hand, filled them with Jiaomi, pounded them with chopsticks, rubbed the bowl of potatoes and Jiaomi into mashed potatoes, wrapped the Jiaomi, and then handed them to Qian Chongxi.

"Eat it. It's not salty. It just neutralizes the light taste of burnt rice."

Qian Chongxi hesitated again and again, or picked a small rub and mashed potatoes of burnt rice into his mouth.

"Well, salty or not, it's just too hot."

"So much, I can't finish it." Looking down at the bowl full of burnt rice, he was worried.

"If you can't finish it, take your time. It's midnight." Zhan Feng picked up the spoon and continued to grind the remaining half coke.

Qian Chongxi glanced at his pot. His eyes were evil. He reached out and poured a bone of burnt rice and mashed potatoes back into the pot. He bent over and pounded with chopsticks.

"Eat together!"