My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! Chapter 1946

Chapter 1946: I Am Not a Restaurant

Duanmu, Ma Ta, and the others were also standing in front of the stone table.

Besides the little fatty, who was possibly still chatting with the young senior sisters, the other people were all present.

“I received a notice that tomorrow, G.o.dsend Academy’s team will be heading to the next round’s grounds first. The other academies will be heading over a bit later, at noon.” Wei Xu swept them a glance. “So everyone, make preparations tonight and rest well.”

Everybody nodded.

Zhou Danjin glanced at them and asked suspiciously, “Where’s Fatty? How come I didn’t see him the whole day.”

Everybody silently exchanged glances, with no one saying a word.

“Alright! You’ve all let yourselves go for a day. Rest earlier and don’t stir up trouble! Fill in Fatty when he returns. All of you go rest now.”

Everybody looked up at the clear sky. Strictly speaking, it was still just afternoon right now. Yet Mentor Wei Xu said that they had let themselves go the entire day already and was shooing them to their rooms to rest…

“Do you want to eat a good meal tonight?” Qiao Mu suddenly spoke up.

Zhou Danjin was nearly about to drool thinking about the dishes the little fellow took out last time. He nodded continuously and shouted, “Yes, yes, yes. I’m ordering a dish, beggar’s chicken1!”

…

“I wanted simmer-fried pork ribs!”

“I-I want wintermelon…”

“Me, me, me. I want to eat prawns, prawns!” Xuanxuan, this foodie, wanted to drool thinking about fried prawns.

The little stoic rolled her eyes expressionlessly and harrumphed. She muttered “I’m not a restaurant” before pattering back to her room.

“We’ll be resting earlier, so it won’t be good for digestion if you eat too much.”

/You!!/ Everybody wrung their hands as they watched her go. They really wanted to gang up on this little fellow!

/How come you’re the one who suggested adding dishes, yet you decide to not do it? Weren’t you just playing a joke on them!/

Crown Prince Mo waved his hand in amus.e.m.e.nt and returned to his room.

At dusk, everybody took out the white mantous from their pockets with deep sighs and planned to just make do with a bit of salted veggies for a meal.

They didn’t expect to hear the little stoic call out crisply, “You guys aren’t coming out to eat dinner?”

Everybody was in a mad rush to be the first out the door, and they saw the abundant dishes on the stone table.

Afterwards, they saw that abominable little stoic who was wearing casual blue-green clothes looking expressionlessly at them with Crown Prince Mo sitting next to her at the stone table.

“Xuanxuan’s fried prawns, Ma Ta’s simmer-fried pork ribs, and Senior Brother Lu’s wintermelon soup! Mentor Zhou’s beggar’s chicken!”

/Wow, ordering dishes really worked!/

Everybody rushed forward and felt so ecstatic that they were about to fly.

The little fatty arrived fas.h.i.+onably late. When he pushed open the courtyard doors, he saw everybody s.n.a.t.c.hing up food around the stone table, their chopsticks moving in a flurry.

He quickly shut the doors behind him and bolted forward with a wail. “Oh my goodness, how come you didn’t wait for me to start eating!”

“Who knows how long you were gonna chat with the young senior sisters for!”

“Aiya, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo. Make s.p.a.ce for me!”

“Stop pus.h.i.+ng! There’s enough for everybody!” Qiao Mu looked speechlessly at these bunch of ravenous hungry ghosts and raised her hand. “Make some s.p.a.ce.”

Afterwards, she took out a large pot of soup the size of a basin. It was filled with pork soup stewed with spiritual bamboo shoots.

The dense scent of spiritual energy permeated the small courtyard.

“Oh my heavens! Move aside, I’m getting the first bowl!!” The little fatty yelled and s.n.a.t.c.hed up the ladle to fill up a bowl to the brim.

He showered the soup with praise as he sipped from the bowl in his hands.