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Chapter 1238 She just graduated!

It has to be said that when they heard about Miss Yuan's appetite, only Old Zhao and the boss were taken aback. One was afraid that Miss Yuan would overeat, and the other was worried that the old man would cause trouble.

But Lin Mo and the others remained calm, not finding anything amiss. The only way Miss Yuan's reputation had crumbled was because her appetite had decreased.

Isn't it normal for her to eat a lot? If she eats less one day, it means either she ate something she shouldn't have or she has a health problem that requires immediate hospitalization.

"Old... Old Mo, it's not that I'm worried about the money, is it really okay for her to eat like this?" Old Zhao whispered in Lin Mo's ear.

Hearing this, Lin Mo gave him an affirmative look and whispered, "Calm down, it's basic. Keep your eyes peeled and watch carefully in a bit, learn it well!"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao looked at the others and saw that they were all calm, which suppressed the absurdity in his heart.

He had been to this shop more than once. He and Xu Ying used to come here often. The bowl of mutton soup wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either. The same was true for the steamed buns in the shop. He was a grown man. After playing basketball all afternoon, the most he had ever eaten here was three steamed buns and a bowl of soup. It almost made him throw up.

But he's a burly man from Northeast China, standing at 1.85 meters tall! On the other hand, Miss Yuan is at most a little over 1.5 meters tall, a skinny little thing. Can this woman really eat three bowls of steamed buns by herself? What does that mean? Is it fake?

Soon, the boss served steamed buns to everyone, but he treated Miss Yuan's group separately.

Miss Yuan's steamed buns were served in three separate bowls.

In response, Miss Yuan gave the other party a sensible look, and then began to manually break the steamed bun.

As she carefully broke open the steamed buns and placed them into the bowl, Lin Mo and the others, as well as the shop owner, all stared intently.

The three steamed buns were broken into different sizes and shapes, leaving Lin Mo and the others puzzled, while the shopkeeper's expression grew increasingly serious.

"What does Sister Yuan mean by this?" the Sichuan girl whispered.

Lin Mo shook his head: "How would I know? But I know that Sister Yuan is extremely shrewd, and she must have her reasons for doing this!"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang thought for a moment and said, "My appetite isn't bad either. What do you think, should I give it a try?"

Squad leader: "You dare compare yourself to Sister Yuan? Quiet down. You can order whatever you want, but if you dare leave any food for me, I'll shove a rolling pin down on you and let you know that doing this doesn't feel good!"

Everyone: ? ? ?

I think I overheard a huge secret; this is incredibly informative.

They are college students about to graduate, but they are not stupid. People their age know everything!

Especially Lao Zhao, who hadn't interacted much with the squad leader before, never expected that his squad leader would have such a fierce side. Indeed, appearances can be deceiving.

Perhaps realizing he had said something wrong, the squad leader's face flushed slightly. He glared at Director Wang and then lowered his head, fiddling with his fingers.

Soon, Miss Yuan finished breaking the steamed bun, and the shopkeeper quickly stepped forward to take it from her.

"I don't need to teach you how to make these three bowls, do I?" Miss Yuan said.

The boss nodded repeatedly. Of course, if he were to be held hostage by a customer, wouldn't he, a native of Xi'an, lose face?

"Understood, don't worry, I guarantee I'll do it perfectly!" the boss quickly replied.

Miss Yuan: "Remember to bring the garlic!"

"Okay!" the boss replied.

Soon, the mutton stew was served, but none of them touched it until the owner placed the three bowls of mutton stew in front of Miss Yuan. Only then did they come to their senses.

"Sister Yuan, what's wrong?" He Xiaoyue couldn't help but ask curiously.

Their eyes were full of questions about her eating habits, without a trace of doubt about her appetite. After all, they had witnessed Miss Yuan's enormous appetite before.

"Little Zhao said the mutton stew here is authentic, so of course I have to try it. I can't speak for other things, but when it comes to food, Sister Yuan, I've never been impressed by anyone!"

After saying that, Miss Yuan poured the cilantro into one of the bowls, picked it up, and started showing off.

They nodded as they ate, indicating their approval of the restaurant's food.

To say the taste is incredibly delicious wouldn't be an exaggeration, but she can definitely tell if the flavor is authentic – that's the expertise of a seasoned food connoisseur.

As Miss Yuan started eating, the others also began to eat. Lin Mo and the others were alright; although they were curious, they weren't forced to eat.

But Lao Zhao and the restaurant owner were completely captivated.

Old Zhao originally came here to find some fond memories, but now he has no mood for it at all. All he can think about is whether Sister Yuan can finish the three bowls of steamed buns.

The owner was a little nervous, afraid that Miss Yuan would say his mutton stew wasn't authentic. Soon, under the astonished gazes of Old Zhao and the owner, Miss Yuan quickly ate a bowl, her speed like a whirlwind, and three steamed buns were gone in no time.

"Boss, rinse your mouth!" Miss Yuan called out.

Upon hearing this, the owner quickly brought over a bowl of soup. Miss Yuan took a sip, rinsed her mouth, then spat it out, and immediately began her second bowl.

Soon, the second bowl was also finished. Miss Yuan then ate two cloves of pickled garlic to cleanse her palate, loosened the belt around her waist, jumped onto the chair, and squatted down to start eating, leaving Old Zhao and the shopkeeper dumbfounded.

Miss Yuan had already finished two bowls, while Lin Mo and the others had only eaten a little over half a bowl. Seeing this, they couldn't help but speed up their eating.

I have to say, just watching Miss Yuan eat makes me feel better, because her food looks so delicious.

Seeing this, Lin Mo quickly nudged Lao Zhao: "What are you looking at? Hurry up and eat. If Sister Yuan finishes eating, and you haven't finished, make her wait. Or maybe she can go next door and get a roujiamo to fill the gap!"

Seeing this, Old Zhao nodded mechanically, then subconsciously sped up the cooking, but most of his attention was still on this.

For the third bowl, Miss Yuan's eating speed noticeably slowed down. Perhaps she had something in her stomach and wasn't as hungry, so she ate more politely. However, the amount of paomo in the bowl was still decreasing at a visible rate.

By the time she finished eating, everyone else had just finished their bowls as well.

Then, to the boss's astonishment, Miss Yuan jumped off the chair, patted her stomach, and casually remarked, "The taste is alright, fairly authentic!"

Only at this moment did Old Zhao realize that Lin Mo's words were not unfounded. Judging from the situation, she really could make another roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) to seal the gap.

"Boss, check please!" Old Zhao said, standing up, feeling completely dizzy.

Upon hearing this, the boss nodded: "186 will do!"

Old Zhao was taken aback: "Boss, this price isn't right!"

As a regular customer, he knew the prices well. A bowl of mutton stew was 25 yuan. The seven of them ate nine bowls, which cost over 200 yuan. And that didn't even include drinks.

"I'll treat that girl to three bowls of food, it's free. Of course, if she gets sick from it, it's none of my business!" the owner said.

Old Zhao:

This is the first time someone has ever managed to eat a restaurant owner so badly that he didn't dare to charge them. At least, this is the first time Old Zhao has ever seen such a thing in his life.

Old Zhao insisted on paying, but the boss refused, fearing he would take responsibility. What if he ruptured his stomach? He just considered it a good deed.

Besides, he got to see the performance of "Nine Steamed Buns and Three Bowls a Person," which made the ticket price worthwhile.

"Thank you, boss!" Old Zhao said.

Upon hearing this, the boss waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. I remember you. You used to come here often with a young girl. You two graduated this year, right? Consider this my way of wishing you a happy graduation."

"Oh, by the way, why didn't that girl come along? She loves this the most; she always orders two steamed buns whenever she comes, and if she can't finish them, she'll make you eat them too. And she doesn't like cilantro!"

Hearing this, Old Zhao paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "She's busy with work and hasn't come back yet! She'll definitely come over for a meal when she gets back!"

"Haha, okay, I'll treat her next time she comes," the boss laughed.

Over the years, the boss had gotten to know the two of them. He had even seen many classes of students graduate, and he remembered one or two students from each class who liked to eat at his restaurant.

However, these people came and went, and most of them disappeared after graduation.

"Okay, I'll definitely tell her. She'll be so happy if she knows you're treating! Goodbye, boss!" Old Zhao said with a smile.

The boss waved and said, "Goodbye. Come back if you have time, and I won't charge you next time!"

He was always very happy to see students who had returned from other places after graduation and came here specifically for a meal.

Upon hearing this, Director Wang nodded and then left the restaurant.

What the owner didn't know was that the girl who loved his paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) would never come back.

Of course, from the boss's perspective, the girl didn't die; she just graduated.

(End of this chapter)