"You, why are you here? Didn't you also say that you gained weight before and that you planned to lose weight first?"

"I, I, I heard that Senior Brother Jiang is going to sell fat-reducing meals, so I came to take a look..."

"What a coincidence, actually I am too!"

"Haha, really? Then you eat, and I won't bother you."

"Okay, okay, see you later!"

"..."

The two chatted awkwardly for a few words, and then Zhao Yiqing left in a hurry. Looking from behind, even her ears were red.

And here, Ye Shishi wasn't much better. If it weren't for the soles of her shoes, her toes would have dug out the floor of two rooms and one living room.

Only Cui Yingying, who was sitting across from her, had a blank look on her face, still eating her food slowly and slowly.

She looked calm on the surface, but she was already sneering in her heart:

"What a fat-reducing meal, these glutinous rice balls are filled with pork belly!"

…

Seventh Canteen, in the kitchen.

"I won't bear the blame for the girls in school gaining weight!"

Jiang Yu looked at the posts on the campus forum and felt dumbfounded. This was like a cauldron falling from the sky, and it landed on his back with a "plop".

As someone who runs a canteen, of course he makes the food as delicious as possible. Could there be a canteen that makes the food unpalatable just to make others eat less and avoid gaining weight?

By the way, change the source app to anyanapp version.】

Besides, since you don’t exercise that much, you should eat less!

But if you insist on eating so much, it's like feeding pigs. You can't even walk after every meal. If you don't get fat, who will get fat?

You can't control your own mouth, why should you blame me?

After thinking about it, he caught a glimpse of Hu Zhihai, who weighed more than 200 kilograms, from the corner of his eye, and added,

"I don't take the blame not only for girls but also boys for gaining weight."

"Who really let you take the blame? Everyone is getting fat. Doesn't this just mean that the food you cook is delicious?"

Hu Zhihai curled his lips, tapped the screen of his phone with his finger, and said,

"Look here, many students, especially girls, are suggesting that the Seventh Canteen make some fat-reducing meals. What do you think?"

"How can I see? How can I see? Are there no fat-reducing meals in the cafeteria?"

Jiang Yu raised his hand and touched his chin, frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly said,

"Speaking of which, the steamed fish fillet with chopped pepper that I made is also a fat-reducing meal. For such a large tray of fish fillets, I only put a spoonful of oil, which is not much at all. Doesn't this still reduce fat?"

After a pause, he couldn't help but curl his lips again,

“And those vegetables don’t have much oil, so aren’t they all fat-reducing?

It's because they don't order it themselves...
Chapter completed!