Chapter 3777: 3777 Fight for eating

  Chapter 3777 3777 fights for food

   "I am the eldest brother, the third child, do you know how to respect the old and love the young, let me come first." Weng Yuanming said with a beard and staring.

  "Big brother, you said respecting the old and loving the young. Since I am the third child, of course I should come first." Zeng Ning'an argued.

   "What are you talking about, do you still have a big brother like me in your eyes!" Weng Yuanming scolded angrily.

"Isn't the big one allowed to let the small one? Why bully?" Zeng Ning'an was still in awe of this big brother. He shrank his neck, but still said unconvincedly, holding the porridge tightly with his hand. The pot refused to let go.

"Big brother and third brother, don't fight, how can we say that we are also strong in the realm of the emperor, and brothers of righteousness, how can we hurt our peace for a pot of porridge. Or, we just think of a way to divide it." Yao asked Shan persuaded and said.

   "How to divide?" Weng Yuanming and Zeng Ning'an asked in unison.

   "Let's do it, anyway, one of you is the old and the other is the young, and respecting the old and loving the young can't tell the front and back, just let me come first." Yao Wenshan said with a face.

   "You... shameless!" Weng Yuanming both raised their feet at the same time, almost kicking Yao Wenshan away.

Next to   , Gu Fenghua and the others were in a mess, completely dumbfounded.

  As for, for the sake of a bit of rice porridge, the three sages of Moyun, who once murdered like a heart and cruel, and now the three founders of the Burning Heaven Sect, are so furious?

  Especially that Yao Wenshan, not to mention the dignity of the emperor, the strong, even the brotherhood of hundreds of thousands of years, and even said such brazen words.

  Looking at the three elders who almost beat their heads for the sake of the Xiaobanguo Mi porridge brothers, especially Yao Wenshan, Gu Fenghua and the others all rolled their eyes and secretly contempt.

   "Oh, they also blame the poor. I guess they haven't eaten anything decent after living such a long life." It was Lorne who said something very philosophical.

  Think about it, but if they have eaten something decent, how can the three of them compete for a little rice porridge, even if they don’t want brotherhood?

  As a senior foodie, Lorne can better understand the feelings of Weng Yuanming and others at this time. At first, when she tasted Fatty Bai's cooking skills for the first time, she was equally excited, and she still had the same feelings. If anyone robbed her, she would dared to rush to eat.

  "Don't grab the elders. The remaining porridge is enough for you to share." Fatty Bai stepped forward and persuaded him with sympathy and worry.

  It doesn’t matter if a few people are beaten up and bloodied, if they break this porridge pot, it’s not worthwhile. This pot was brought over from the Celestial Continent, and it contained too many memories and longings for him.

  While speaking, Fatty Bai opened the lid of the pot.

  Weng Yuanming and several people took a look, and sure enough, although there was not much rice porridge left, it was enough for each of them to have a bowl of rice porridge. So no longer fighting, each had a bowl.

   is worthy of being a powerhouse of the third and fourth ranks of the Emperor Sage. The porridge was filled just flush with the edge of the bowl, not wasting a little space, but it did not overflow a drop. In other words, no one loses the slightest loss, and does not take the slightest advantage.

  Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua secretly wiped out the cold sweat. In order to serve this bowl of rice porridge, it is estimated that several elders have used the cultivation of the emperor's realm to the extreme.

  Gu Fenghua looked at the porridge pot, and quietly winked at Fatty Bai. Fatty Bai knew, and hurried to the kitchen holding the porridge pot. The remaining rice porridge is indeed just enough for three people, but there are some rice grains stuck on the wall, but they can't be seen by them, or they will have to fight for it, and finally get beaten up.

  Fortunately, all of Weng Yuanming's minds were put into the small bowl of rice porridge, and they didn't notice the white fat man's small movements.

  (End of this chapter)