Dragon Clan: Little Dragon Man Changes Job to Food Hunter

Chapter 343 True Kung Fu Mahjong

As an old man who still possesses infinite charm even at the age of over a hundred, Angers has a lot to say about judging people's faces.

He is still the charming old man who can make young girls lean on his arms at the dance. If it were the old bitch, the vice-principal, he could even go a step further.

The elegant gentleman undid the dancing skirts of the girls and the ladies quickly and beautifully, and the cooperation was seamless, intimate and passionate.

Among his peers, except for a few people with high bloodline like Han Gao who still maintained a certain degree of mobility, the rest were basically connected to ventilators.

Or he died eight hundred years earlier.

But it was very strange that Angé now saw the shadows of his old friends in Lu Zao and his group.

Time is particularly tolerant to an old man like me, but particularly harsh to Lu Zao and others?

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened: "Principal, how come you have become younger!"

Ange touched his face, which had fewer wrinkles, and showed the bright smile of a weak middle-aged man who was rejuvenated after the treatment of the miracle doctor.

"Yes, Granny Jin is a great cook. Eating the dishes she cooks makes me feel like I'm eating Ganoderma Lucidum. The effect is amazing."

Out of respect for professionals and the consciousness of being an old-fashioned British gentleman, even though he is the older one, Angers still keeps the name "Princess Sumire".

Angers couldn't help but say: "It's you guys instead"

Lu Mingfei said, "I forgot to tell you, Principal. Theoretically, our real age is the same as yours."

"It's the kind where everyone can call each other brothers and swear brotherhood, and there's no need to worry about dying on the same day of the same month at the same age."

Ange immediately felt like he was back again. Lu Mingfei was still the bad boy who spoke nonsense so fluently that he could make it into a sentence.

Ange threw a cigar to Caesar and Lu Zao.

"How's it going? This time the harvest is pretty good, right?"

Lu Zao subconsciously glanced at the pile of food ingredients with wild packaging styles behind him. Jasmine on his shoulder kept holding down the fat little boy's head.

This is also for the little fat bird's good, otherwise if the little guy pounces on it, he might stretch himself into a round snowman shape.

"Very good. To be more precise, it should be very good."

"Principal, please ask the staff from the School Work Department and Equipment Department to come over and freeze and preserve the food. Also, remember to have them listen to Xiao Jin and do as she says."

Angé said it was very easy. Now Granny Jin is already a recognized goddess in the academy, and it is not an easy task for her to control the school engineering department and the equipment department.

"Oh, by the way, the oversized meat, egg and green onion chicken that Xia Mi raised has also been requisitioned by Granny Jin, and is currently serving as a mount."

Caesar wondered, "Only problems with ingredients are considered important tasks, right?"

He nodded: "That's actually true. The main job of the chicken king under Granny Jin is similar to that of a plowing ox. His daily job is to take care of Granny Jin's vegetable garden."

"Come to think of it, I did ask if we should move the training base of the Equipment Department over there, but Granny Jin said it was not necessary. She just wanted to experience the leisure of this kind of rural life."

Lu Zao nodded.

If we look at the Internet, a big reason why many people yearn for a pastoral life is just to experience the joy of harvest.

People like Xiaojin who want to escape from the world of fame and fortune might just hide deep in the mountains and forests and never come out again.

The people from the school construction department and the equipment department started working busily. Except for the serfs from the Gourmet Club who were outside chopping up Deadpool and dragging him back as fertilizer, the other members also came to help. You can even see a few of them putting on makeup on on the way.

Or maybe they just came to admire the boss's achievements.

Lu Zao placed the little fat bird that he had successfully eaten, or to be more precise, had successfully eaten in limited quantities right under Marian's nose, on the top of the World Tree, allowing the little guy to fall asleep peacefully.

The jade light on the World Tree flashed, and the tender branches gently wrapped around Lu Zao's wrist.

exist?
Is there anything to eat?

Give me a bite. I can only say that the vague but expectant thought transmitted through the branches is very similar to when I saw a classmate holding snacks, I would stare at the kid eagerly wanting to share a bite.

Lu Zao smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will be there for me."

But speaking of it, after returning to the college, I did have a feeling of enjoying the pastoral scenery.

Five days later——

"East wind."

"fifty thousand."

"Bang, eight barrels."

Chu Zihang calmly pushed his cards: "I won, all the same color, pairs, win."

Caesar, who was firing the shot, picked up the whiskey beside him and took a gulp. The young master of a famous Sicilian family, holding a cigar in his mouth, played mahjong with everyone with great skill, just like an unemployed middle-aged uncle who had played mahjong for three days and three nights in a smoky mahjong hall.

There are very few possible outcomes for such an uncle. Apart from the usual outcome of being dragged out by his family, if the winning or losing amount is a little higher, the possibility of him collapsing on the spot due to a heart condition will be higher.

Angers, who had nothing to do, came to watch:
My goodness, these people are really outrageous.

They were indeed playing mahjong, but their methods were too brutal.

The reason why the dragon named Samson didn't go up is very simple, and it's not because he was excluded.

But I can’t fight anymore.

Now the other party's strong dragon arms were shaking when he was serving tea. Angers was really afraid that Samson would spill the precious cup of tea.

According to what Ange saw, with the force of these people's hands colliding with each other when pushing mahjong, it would not be a problem to smash a Beyond Grade A Deadpool carrying a high-risk Word Spirit.

The mahjong table where players compete with each other is a test of luck and strength, as well as the ability to control one's own power.

For example, Lu Mingfei was completely broken down by Lu Zao's words just now: "Xiao Lu, why are you still playing mahjong with me? Why don't you make time to date your two girlfriends?"

Because he was in a state of distraction, he accidentally crushed a mahjong tile after being provoked by Lu Zao's words, so he could only drink the bowl of something that looked like poison on the tea table next to him.

When he saw Lu Mingfei's face turned abstract colors after drinking it, Angé knew that the complexity of the ingredients in it was definitely comparable to that of the Ganges water.

Lu Zao invited, "Principal, would you like to take a look?"

Angers shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, you guys play."

When playing mahjong with you, money may not be the point, the chips pushed onto the table may be your life!

"By the way, let me show you something fun."

The effect of the medicine wore off a little, and Lu Mingfei, with his face shining with the noble colorful brilliance of the card drawing world, approached Angé and glanced at the photo he was holding.

The three remaining players at the table took the opportunity to frantically combine the cards, making the mountain of cards in front of Lu Mingfei a ridiculous version. It was impossible for him to even win, so he could only point to the cannon, or someone would win a big hand by self-drawing.

Lu Mingfei was stunned: "Principal, do you also play Pokémon? The one in the photo is a female Hippomon, right?"

The photo is not very accurate, and it is difficult to tell what equipment was used to take the photo, but the main subject in it is a tough guy with magma gushing out of holes in his body and his entire body immersed in magma.

The black hippopotamus is at least seven meters tall, with a dark gray body and armor with holes on it that is as black as ink, as if it were made of magma.

After several people and Samson passed the photos around, Lu Zao looked up at Angers.

"Principal, have you asked Xiao Jin?"

Ange shrugged. "We've tentatively named it Lava Hippo. Granny Jin has seen the video footage from the equipment department. She said the Lava Hippo is about level 50 and currently lives in a volcano."

"It is growing by absorbing the heat of the volcano. Its original capture level should only be 30."

Thanks to the boss “Shelter” for providing the ingredients, thank you very much!
Good night everyone, I wish you have a nice day!
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