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nChapter 85: Safety Without Business?

nTranslator: 549690339

n“Wow! Boss, your kung fu is so cool!”

nSome of the students had already noticed Ji Ruo. His white hair was too eye-catching.

nApart from his white hair, Ji Ruo’s palms were surrounded by flames as he stir-fried in the pot, looking extremely cool.

nThe alluring fragrance gradually rose, attracting a large number of students to watch.

n“Is this a show or a food stall?”A student asked curiously.

nJi Ruo smiled and said,”Of course it’s food. Iron Palm Fried Rice, ten yuan a serving.

n“Iron Palm Fried Rice?”

nMore and more students gathered to watch. The fragrance assailed their noses, but no one paid to buy it.

n“He’s handsome, but he doesn’t look sanitary. Will he have diarrhea after eating this?”

n“Yes, yes, how can you directly cook rice with your hands? Why don’t you use a spatula?”

n“I’ve only heard of iron plate fried rice, but I’ve never heard of iron palm fried rice… Can this really be eaten?”

nThe students were skeptical about Ji Ruo’s act of using Iron Palm to cook rice.

nStir-frying it with his palm was not sanitary at all.

nNo one recognized Ji Ruo. After all, there were nearly 3,000 students in Yun Cheng First Middle School from Grade One to Grade Three. Ji Ruo was not a famous person before, so it was naturally impossible for everyone to recognize

nhim.

nMoreover, Ji Ruo had a head full of white hair now. With the first impression, no one would think that Ji Ruo was a student of No.l Middle School. “Meow Meow do you know! Master’s fried rice is amazing!”

nJi Ruo was speechless.

nF * cking fried rice hand!

nA student asked curiously,”Boss, what palm technique is this?” Why did he look a little familiar?”

n“This is the Iron Palm. I’ve developed it a little. It’s pretty good for fried rice.

n“Iron Palm?” The students were a little surprised.” But why do I remember that the Iron Palm isn’t this color?

nThe temperature of the Iron Sand Palm, which had reached the acme of perfection, was extremely high, and its color was blazing white.

nHowever, firstly, it was not a particularly high-grade martial technique, and very few people would spend time to cultivate it to the acme of perfection..

nSecondly, no matter what martial technique it was, very few people could cultivate it to the acme of perfection.

nThis level was not something that could be achieved through hard work alone.

n“Maybe my Iron Palm is more powerful. “Classmate, do you think other people’s Iron Palm can make fried rice?” Ji Ruo laughed.”

n“I can’t.” The student shook his head.” I’ve never heard of any martial arts being used to cook food. This is too unsanitary.

nThe surrounding students were discussing animatedly. The fragrance of the fried rice was getting stronger and stronger. Ji Ruo had added a little bit of one-star demon beast meat and some ordinary spirit herbs, coupled with the ‘Delicious 3’ effect of Cooking (Basic).

nAt this moment, it was noon after school, and it was time for lunch. Logically speaking, these students should not be able to resist this temptation.

nHowever, they endured it.

n“It smells so good.”

nA student couldn’t help but say, “If it wasn’t for the fact that this was stir-fried with my hands, I would really want to eat some.

n“Yes, yes, this fried rice is too fragrant. The iron palm used to fry rice looks very handsome, but it’s not sanitary.”

n“When I saw the boss cook the rice just now, he clearly used raw rice. But look now, he didn’t even add any water, and it’s actually cooked! This was fried rice, not fried rice!”

n“I suspect that he cooked it with his hand sweat… The teacher had said that sweat contained carboric acid…Oh, so disgusting.”

nThe reason why Ji Ruo’s Iron Palm could cook the rice was actually a special effect attached to the system martial arts technique. It had nothing to do with the sweat on his hands.

nBut these students didn’t know!

n“But the fragrance is really fragrant.”

nThe students discussed for a while and went to another stall selling fried rice to buy a plate of fried rice. There were many food stalls at the school gate. Every time the students were dismissed from school, a mini food street would be built at the school gate.

nThe students went to other stalls to buy food, then returned to Ji Ruo’s stall and ate while smelling the fragrance. “This fragrance really goes well with rice.”

nJi Ruo:

nHe and Little Rosie stared at each other and saw the confusion in each other’s eyes.

nWhat was going on with these people?

nJi Ruo couldn’t understand. This was indeed the ‘safe stall location’ that First Line Intuition had planned for him!

nWhat exactly went wrong?

nWait…

nJi Ruo suddenly realized a very serious problem.

nCould it be that just ‘safety’ was enough?

nThat was too hasty!

n“You are…Ji Ruo?”

nSuddenly, a familiar voice sounded. Ji Ruo looked up and saw that it was the homeroom teacher, Li Bin.

n“Hello, teacher.” The surrounding students politely greeted Li Bin.

nIn school, Ji Ruo wasn’t famous in the other grades, but the teachers were.

nAfter all, there were only a few dozen teachers in a school, so it was easy to

nfind them familiar.

n“Hello, students.”

nLi Bindao greeted the students briefly and looked at Ji Ruo with a puzzled expression. He asked hesitantly, “Classmate Ji Ruo, your hair…And where are you now?”

n“Teacher, my hair is an accident. I didn’t dye it…” Ji Ruo said as he fried rice.

nYou see, I don’t have any classes now. I have to wait until tomorrow to do what I promised you. I have nothing to do, so I came out to set up a stall and practice my martial arts at the same time…”

n“Set up a stall? Selling fried rice?” Li Bin knew about Ji Ruo’s family situation, so he could somewhat understand why Ji Ruo would do this.

nHowever…

n“Why are you stir-frying it with your hands?”

nEven though Li Bindao had been teaching for many years, he was still stunned at this moment.

nIt’s true that you set up a stall to earn money to support your family, but… Who would buy the fried rice if you didn’t cook it?

n“Teacher, I’m practicing the Iron Palm.”Ji Ruo said.

n“Iron Palm? How can your Iron Palm make fried rice…Wait, when did you learn Iron Palm?!”

nHe was a little confused.

nBased on his understanding of Ji Ruo, the child’s current family situation should not be able to support him in cultivating the Iron Palm.

nFor children like Ji Ruo, Great Xia only reduced their normal school fees and gave them 1,600 yuan a month as living expenses.

nIt was not that Great Xia did not have the ability to make these children better. It was just that facts had proven that if children who had lost their parents were given enough disposable assets, a large number of children would actually be unable to take care of themselves.

nA child with assets of tens of millions of yuan could easily learn bad things without the control of his parents. Who would still study hard when they were so rich?

nThe children of those martial artists who died in battle should be given preferential treatment. Great Xia should also nurture those children well.

nHowever, what they exchanged their lives for shouldn’t be their own children being nurtured by Great Xia into trash who only knew how to enjoy life in the future.

nTherefore, Great Xia would only provide these children with the most basic living security. If they wanted to live a better life, they could study hard and practice martial arts. They would have everything they needed.

n“Jiruo, did you use your scholarship?”Li Bindao asked hesitantly.

n(If nothing unexpected happens, it will be released on Friday

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