Chapter 620 - 307: The Cafeteria Food Is Worse Than Pig Slop—Can I Wish to Send the Lunch Lady to the Western Paradise? (Part 2)

Xu Qinglai asked this question not out of stupidity, but because he had to ask.

Xu Qinglai thought for a moment and said, "I want to go to Changchun Temple and Cishan."

"Oh? Strange incense and a heaven full of thunder, are you sure you can handle it?" the old man asked with a smile.

"He has the secret treasures left by the ancestors, and Baiyun Temple naturally has them too."

"Don’t rush, it’s not your turn to act yet, wait a little longer."

Another moment of silence.

Xu Qinglai shook his head, "I have nothing else."

"Alright, you can go back then."

Watching Xu Qinglai’s departing figure, the old man’s face turned cold instantly.

Originally, they thought Xu Qinglai would take this opportunity to demand the government suppress the Zhengyi Sect in favor of Quanzhen.

After all, this has been the traditional drama of Zhengyi versus Quanzhen for centuries, and the government had long prepared for this issue.

But unexpectedly, Xu Qinglai didn’t mention any conditions.

This makes things difficult.

...

Star River Middle School.

Which is Song Zhuofan’s middle school.

Senior year, Class Six.

"Come on, lift up those idiot heads, all the jinxes cleaning the cafeteria today, get up!"

Class Six of the senior year is at the far west of the corridor, and Class Two, separated by a corridor from the classroom, can hear the angry roar.

On the podium of Class Six, a round-headed, big-eared middle-aged woman glared at the students below.

Looking from a distance, she is about 1.60 meters tall, but her figure is more like 160 kilograms.

Apparently, it’s school policy that teachers need to dress uniformly to reflect their spirit and indirectly improve students’ study efficiency.

This middle-aged woman is no exception, wearing a white shirt on top and a black skirt below.

The only thing that bothers her is that the school’s issued white shirt is a bit small, even the largest size becomes a tight fit under her extraordinary figure.

And the black skirt below isn’t the focus; rather, what’s attention-grabbing are the overburdened black stockings.

Originally for allure, these stockings have become two black pythons under the pressure of the woman’s legs, menacing with large mouths, somewhat nauseating.

"I just ran into the cafeteria lady, she reported that not only do your classmates not clean, but you all don’t go to the cafeteria for lunch!"

Looking at the silent crowd below, the folds on her fat face rippled with a mocking sneer, a touch of coldness, and indifference.

"What’s up? Eating soybeans every morning, backing up below and rising to your heads, eh?"

"I see you all have not experienced the hardships of our ancestors. Even if the food is not tasty, at least you are not going hungry. Do you know how happy the ancestors would be if they had this to eat..."

Faced with the class teacher’s endless chatter, finally, someone could not tolerate it anymore.

"Teacher, the cafeteria food is not for people to eat."

Confronted with the sudden rebuttal, the fat middle-aged woman snorted coldly, her smile even more sinister: "So according to you, it’s the ghosts eating it, right."

The chemistry class representative couldn’t help but mumble softly:

"It’s not that, if it was good, who wouldn’t want to eat? It’s mainly way too expensive, not like the teacher’s wife’s marinated eggs."

Hearing this, the fat middle-aged woman was completely enraged, slammed the desk with a loud bang, and started cursing:

"Eat your grandma’s legs, eat eat eat, rush out as soon as class is over, those filthy outside foods, all gutter oil, don’t you know?"

"Ah, a bit oily at least you can eat, the cafeteria food..."

Not just the chemistry class representative, almost all of Class Six raised their heads, eyes filled with unspeakable anger.

"Can the cafeteria food poison you? We teachers have been eating it regularly and haven’t we been fine?"

No way the middle-aged woman would tolerate them, she countered with a cold snort.

Upon hearing her words, everybody seemed shocked, obviously not realizing the woman also eats cafeteria food.

"Hey, you eat cafeteria food, teacher?"

"If not cafeteria, then should I eat you? We teachers all eat the cafeteria’s teacher meals, and look at you all, whining over cold buns, finding fault at every meal, why didn’t you sweep your grandparents away back then?"

The middle-aged woman continued her rant unabated, feeling unsatisfied, she directly put one foot on a bench, continuing her chatter:

"I know you’re picky, but others might think Dragon Country turned frugality from virtue to vice."

Then, she shifted her focus to the class monitor:

"Li Xuan, make arrangements tomorrow, be sure to cooperate with the cafeteria ladies."

After finishing, she snorted coldly again, twisting her python-like waist, her skyscraper-high heels clattering loudly, and walked out.

As she vanished at the end of the corridor, all of Class Six erupted instantly.

"This... this Master Extinction wants to push us onto a dead end!"

"Tell me about it, the cafeteria food is simply not for humans, calling it pig food would be an injustice to pigs."

"Don’t insult pigs, my family runs a pig farm, I know what pigs eat very well, even though it might look a bit rough, but in terms of nutrition and taste, it beats the school cafeteria’s by ten streets."

"Damn it, should go to Changchun Temple and light three sticks of incense, ask the ancestors to send these cafeteria pests to the West Heaven, really had it!"

"Yes, whether cooking or the management, send them all to the West Heaven!"