351: C351 Wang Tiechui's Background

C351 Wang Tiechui's Background

Ye Fan smiled.

"I don't need you to say anything. It's good that you understand my feelings."

Wong Yi scratched his head shyly.

"Hehe, I understand everything!"

Anyang finally let out a sigh of relief.

She was a little discouraged as she said, "Actually, it was you guys who won. I can only jump 70 times at most. I can't catch up to you guys at all."

"No, we didn't even win!"

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

Wong Yi scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

"Yes, the last one I felt was about to hit my leg. If it wasn't for teacher saving me, I would have been injured again."

Seeing everyone in harmony, Ye Fan was very pleased.

Of course, Wong Yi did not forget that Wong Yi had contradicted him.

After that, Ye Fan smiled.

"Anyang, Wong Yi, have you rested well?"

"Come with me after you have rested. I will bring you to the next place for cultivation."

Wong Yi instantly felt a chill down his neck.

His face was full of shock.

It can't be, it can't be.

Teacher seems to want to flip the small intestine.

It couldn't be helped. Ye Fan was just this vengeful. No, he was loyal to his duty.

"Teacher, I don't think I've rested well!"

"Cut the crap, hurry up and follow me!"

Ye Fan did not care about Wong Yi's painful look at all.

He resolutely left the classroom, leaving them with only a cool back view.

They did not come to the training room, but to the canteen.

Anyang did not understand.

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

"I'm a little hungry. Aren't you guys hungry?"

"Hehe, speaking of which, I'm also a little hungry."

"Alright, since that's the case, then I'll show you guys my skills and personally cook for you."

"Wow, you're actually so good!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows. "Of course, you are my good classmate."

He had learned the cooking skill Bai Suzhen gave him.

Cooking and cooking were not a problem at all.

The reason why he cooked personally was firstly because he wanted to eat some of his own cooking skills, and secondly because he wanted to give them some 'ingredients'.

Ye Fan was ready to throw caution to the wind for Wang Sicong's information.

He had definitely invested a lot.

"You guys just wait. I'll do it myself."

"Okay."

The two of them sat at the dining table and waited.

However, Wong Yi felt that something was wrong.

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

Could it be that he had poisoned the food?

Wong Yi carefully went to the kitchen and peeped through the gaps.

He saw Ye Fan pouring all the salt in the small jars into a serving of fried rice.

Then... there was nothing else.

He covered his mouth, afraid of making any noise.

But how could Ye Fan not notice him?

"Hehe, you can eat this later. If you don't eat it, I will break your legs."

His voice was incomparably cold.

It was even more of a direct threat.

But would Wong Yi dare to refuse?

He wouldn't dare.

In front of absolute strength, he wouldn't dare to have any thoughts.

Not long later.

A table full of sumptuous dishes was served.

After that, several plates of fried rice were served.

"Call them over to eat with us. We'll practice after we finish eating."

"Okay."

Anyang was very excited.

She took out her phone and took a few photos.

"Ye Fan, I didn't expect you to have this kind of craftsmanship. You have all the colors, fragrance, and taste. You are really amazing."

Ye Fan gave Liu Haier a smug look. "Of course, you don't even need to look at who I am."

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

"Haha, alright, try it."

Anyang picked up a prawn and it melted in her mouth.

It made her feel excited.

"Wow, it's delicious! I like it so much!"

"If you like it, then eat more."

"Wong Yi, you eat too! Don't leave the Egg Fried Rice behind, you know."

Wong Yi was about to cry.

It was fine if he didn't see the cooking process.

He ate with his eyes closed.

But what about him?

He could only watch as a can of salt fell down.

If he ate it, he wouldn't even have half his life left.

And it would definitely be extremely pleasurable.

However, due to Ye Fan's coercion, he ate the fried rice one bite at a time with a crying face.

At this time, everyone walked into the canteen with sweat all over their heads.

Their eyes were filled with surprise.

"So many good dishes, this is so blissful."

"I've been cultivating for a day and night. I'm really a bit 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 we must eat all the fried rice. Do you understand?"

"Don't worry, I like to eat fried rice the most."

Tung Shou first picked up a plate and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

It was delicious.

This was simply too good.

Tung Shou widened his eyes. He even felt as if he was wandering around on the fried rice. It was a feeling of being completely at ease.

Everyone else had the same reaction.

Only Wong Yi continued to cry.

Everyone was puzzled.

"What happened to you? You look like someone died at home."

Wong Yi smiled bitterly, but he could only swallow his broken teeth.

"No, I remember the taste of my mother."

"Sigh, that's right. How long has it been since I last saw my parents?"

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

Everyone was talking about it enthusiastically, and it even brought up sad memories.

Anyang pursed her lips and thought in her heart, Maybe this is the true power of delicious food. It can make people feel happy and angry.

"No, why is my body a little hot!"

Wong Yi suddenly stood up and said.

"No, I can't take it anymore."

He swallowed the last mouthful of fried rice with difficulty.

Wong Yi could no longer suppress the spiritual energy in his body. It was as if they had gone berserk, surging crazily.

Unconsciously, he began to fight in the canteen. His moves were swift and fierce, full of power.

This...

Everyone was shocked.

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

Tung Shou was surprised to find that the strength that Wong Yi displayed had faintly surpassed his.

How was this possible?

He had obviously just broken through yesterday.

"Hey, if you want to fight, then fight. Why are you throwing mud outside?"

"How long has it been since you took a shower? Why is your body so dirty?"

Anyang pinched her nose with a look of disgust.

Wong Yi did not reply.

He just kept waving his moves.

The spiritual qi on his body was getting stronger and stronger, but the mud was also getting bigger and bigger.

However, after a set of martial arts, his mood was much better. Even his complaints from before had disappeared. It was a kind of relaxation that he had never felt before.

"Stop, stop! Wong Yi, are you eating fried rice or shit? Stop hitting me. It smells so bad."

"Tung Shou, don't dislike him. Your body isn't very clean either. It's all dirt. Don't you guys even rub it when you take a shower?"

"Anyang, you still have the nerve to call me that? Look at your neck. It's as dark as the wheels of a car."

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

...

A lot of accumulated toxins were removed from everyone's bodies.

Even the two girls were smelly, making people stay away from them.

"No, we are currently cleansing our marrow."

"There is a treasure in the food Teacher Ye gave us."

"Everyone, quickly cultivate. The spiritual energy is the purest at this moment. Quickly cultivate with your legs crossed. Opportunities can only be encountered by chance."

Tung Shou was the first to react.

He ignored the disgust of the others.

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

The others quickly entered a state of cultivation as well.

Ye Fan silently left the canteen.

Those who understood would naturally understand.

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

Today, he had already done his best.

He had even used up a few of the precious pill like the Spirit Gathering Pill.

How much he could achieve would depend on his own luck.

He returned to his own little house.

Sun Shiyin was already waiting.

She smiled and said, "Class dismissed? You really put in a lot of effort in this class."

Ye Fan shrugged and said, "For the sake of my brother, I can't not work even if I don't put in a lot of effort."

"But let's talk about it first. I have taught everything I can. You still have to come to class in the future."

"If you ask me to teach you again, I am afraid I will have to teach them the skills to watch over the family."

Hearing him say so.

Sun Shiyin nodded.

She knew that Ye Fan might have really reached his limit.

Otherwise, as a martial artist, he would definitely not joke about his own cultivation method.

That was the most important thing for a martial artist.

"Alright, no problem!"

"Mm, it's time to fulfill your promise, right? Tell me about Wang Sicong."

Ye Fan slowly sat down.

He had been busy for so long, and he was a little tired.

But Sun Shiyin obviously did not want him to feel so comfortable.

"Are we just going to chat like this?"

"Then do you want to...?"

"At least have some tea."

"You..."

Ye Fan was furious.

Who were you ordering?

There's really something bothering me.

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

Sun Shiyin grasped Ye Fan's weakness and was fearless.

"Okay, just you wait."

Ye Fan was not a newbie.

There were a lot of jokes like this online.

Give her a cup of hot tea. She wants cold tea.

You bring a cup of hot tea, she wants hot tea.

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

So Ye Fan prepared dozens of cups of tea at once, and even served fruits, peaches, and other snacks.

He did it to block Sun Shiyin's mouth.

He also wanted to prevent her from torturing him.

He saw that Ye Fan had filled up a table full of things.

She was stunned.

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

Ye Fan looked at her with clear eyes.

He immediately understood that he had been thinking too much.

She might really only want a cup of tea.

Sigh, the old youtiao was actually deceived by a woman.

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Ye Fan could only take advantage of the situation.

"Yeah, I usually drink tea in a moody manner. I also drink a lot of different kinds of tea."

"Oh, oh, then I'll just choose a random cup."

Sun Shiyin took a light sip and then said.

"I have only heard of Wang Sicong. I do not know much about him."

"I only know that he is the son of the Martial Association's chairman. He can be considered as the young master of the association."

Ye Fan had thought of countless of his identities.

The son of the black boss and the son of a wealthy merchant. He never thought that it would be a warrior family.

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

He was definitely a rich second generation.

Ye Fan nodded. "Is there anything else?"

Sun Shiyin silently recalled.

"Yes... I heard that he was rebellious when he was young and never liked to practice martial arts. After that, the president let him go..."

"But there is one condition. As long as he can no longer hang around outside and uses his family's influence, he must come back and cultivate peacefully..."

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