In a few bites, Xia Yu ate a fried bread. She licked the grease stuck on her lips, chasing the aftertaste that would last for a long time in her mouth.

Even the breakfast that is casually cooked is a bit beyond imagination.

Especially when eating lunch at school, it is very convenient. This is also the reason why fried noodles and bread are popular in Neon local schools. You don’t have to go to the cafeteria to warm up the dishes, and you can still eat them happily physically and mentally. It seems like this is the case with a leisurely life. At least Xia Yu feels that his appetite as a foodie has been satisfied.

"That, that, Xia Yujun, can we exchange a loaf of bread?"

Hideki Nishimura asked, swallowing his saliva.

"Exchange?" Xia Yu glanced at the shop fried bread in his hand, then looked at his own, and felt a sense of amusement.

In the school store, such a bag of fried noodles is limited to the day's fried noodles bread. There are two prices: 130 yen and 150 yen, which is very cheap. The 150 yen type is better baked, and the fried noodles and sauce are also relatively more. The one that Nishimura Eiki snatched back from the store was two bags of bread of 150 yen.

Add milk, and a lunch of about 400 yen.

"May I?"

I wanted to refuse, but I knew that Hideki Nishimura almost apologized, put his hands together, his face full of begging, his mouth even had a bit of water stains, and his eyes were full of hunger.

Xia Yu's mouth twitched, "There is no need to change it. I'll eat one less, and I can barely get full of two."

As he said that, he signaled Nishimura Hide to get the bread himself.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Hideki Nishimura burst into tears and rolled up a piece of fried noodles with seaweed slices as if he was looking for a treasure. He just held it in his hand. But he quickly reached out his hand and grabbed the bread.

"What kind of bread is this?" A boy with yellow hair dyed, wearing earrings, and full of bad breath stared at the bread in his hand, and Adam's apple stammered.

"Hey—" Hideki Nishimura stood up in an anxious mood, "Give it back to me!"

"Tell me first, is this a newly launched bread in the school store?" The yellow-haired boy looked hungry, smelling the fragrance of the bread, and his stomach rumblingly protested, "I just came back from the store, why didn't I see this kind of bread..."

"Sera, give him the bread!" Xia Yu knew this yellow-haired boy, Sera Yuya. Don't be confused by his bad appearance. He is actually a very funny guy.

"Tsk! I'll be the same class as you guy this year!"

Upon hearing this, Sera Yuu also curled his lips and reached his hand in front of Hiki Nishimura, preparing to return the bread to him, but suddenly shrank back, his face full of entanglement, "I'll buy it!"

Find a 500-degree coin from your pocket and pat it on the desk of Nishimura Eiki.

"No! Don't sell it!" Nishimura Hideki shouted.

Seeing that the two of them were about to argue about a piece of lunch bread, Sera Yuya, who was involved in the matter, suddenly became quiet. The bread that was originally in Sera Yuya's hand appeared in the hands of the third boy with a tall figure.

Sera Yuu yelled unhappy: "Sakamoto, what are you doing?!"

Hideki Nishimura scratched his head and didn't know what to do.

He is a transfer student, and more than half of the students in this class are from Shirao Ou's junior high school affiliated with him. This guy named Sakamoto is not only a representative of freshmen at the opening ceremony, but also was appointed as a representative of various subjects by his class teacher Yui Saito in the morning class this morning. In short, if you can, do whatever you want, don't mess with him.

A boy wearing black-framed glasses, a black uniform and a sharp look is naturally the boss Sakamoto.

Now, the whole class was attracted by the eyes. Sakamoto calmly pushed his black-framed glasses and stared at the fried noodles on his left hand. After a while, he said coolly, "Is this a new bread from the store?"

Attracted by the rich flavor, Sakamoto approached the fried noodles and said as if no one else was around:

"This French bread, color, shape, and even the high-end flour used for baking are not the level that ordinary convenience stores can achieve!"

"Um?!"

"It's not Japanese fried noodles, it uses bean sprouts, eggs, cabbage and ham meat..."

The fried noodles were stir-fried in golden yellow, with a layer of graceful light reflected in the eyes.

After watching quietly for a few seconds, Sakamoto suddenly opened his mouth, bit off his small bit of bread, chewed it, and then his expression became wonderful, and the remaining bread was wiped out by him at an incredible speed.

"Sakamoto-kun?" Several girls were puzzled and looked at Sakamoto walking back to their seats without saying a word.

Sakamoto took off his uniform jacket and threw it on his chair. He wore only a white shirt on his upper body, making him look taller and handsome.

"Huh—"

"Huh—"

An unknown shout came out of his mouth, and a strange layer of sweat appeared on Sakamoto's forehead. He was right next to his desk, like a boxer, jumping back and forth, exercising fiercely.

Everyone was stunned.

"What are you doing, Sakamoto!" Sera Yuu was also stolen from the bread, very unhappy.

"Extinguish the fire!"

Sakamoto still activated his secret technique "repeated side-step jump". Xia Yu was smiling in his heart when he watched from the side.

"Extinguish the fire?" Everyone in the classroom was puzzled.

"Yes, put out the fire!"

"I have a fire hidden in my body. I must move to evacuate the heat of the fire!" Sakamoto said as he jumped. Even though he had turned on his aura, he acted in the classroom full of shame in the public eye, in the eyes of others, this guy was still so cool.

"What the hell!"

Sera Yuu was stunned when he heard it.

"Bread, there is flame in the bread!"

Upon hearing this, the group of people's foreheads were filled with question marks.

It took nearly ten minutes before Sakamoto stopped, drank and breathed a breath of heat. A hint of satisfaction flashed through his eyes. He silently put on his uniform jacket and returned to the window position at the last row of the classroom.

"Xia Yujun, why does this kind of bread hide the flame?" Sakamoto asked in a low and cool tone.

"Because the fried noodles are stir-fried in the wok." Xia Yu was a little speechless and said casually: "Also, when the fried noodles are stir-fried, a little special spice is added. Do you think it is a bit spicy?"

Sakamoto nodded, "Yes!"

"Not mentioning the French bread wrapped in fried noodles with the outer layer, those fried noodles are not Japanese, right?"

"Of course, that kind of fried noodles is Chinese three-silk fried noodles!"

Bang! Sakamoto suddenly lowered his body, supported his hands on Xia Yu's table, staring at him with his eyes burning, "Tell me, Xia Yujun, which handmade noodles house was bought from outside?"

Xia Yu moved away from the chair and kept a distance of at least one meter from Sakamoto.

"How to say..."

"I understand!" Sakamoto turned around when Xia Yu didn't answer, returned to his seat, sat upright, and took out an extracurricular book. He took the lunch break and read the book, and became a quiet literary beauty.

Every movement and stillness are too fast to change, but this is Sakamoto.

"Guru~"

Looking at the only bread left in the lunch box, Hideki Nishimura and Yuuki Sera were all swallowing their saliva.

Other boys and girls also looked at attention, and many people could not move away from their eyes.

This scene made Xia Yu quite helpless.

Food pays attention to color, fragrance, taste, shape and meaning.

Color is the color of the food. The fragrance means the fragrance is everywhere. The shape means the shape, the appearance also includes the decoration. For example, the French bread and fried noodles used in fried noodles are not attracted by the attention. In order not to attract attention, he can't deliberately make the food bad, and it looks very unpalatable!
Chapter completed!