You Two Planning to Eat Enough for Hundreds?!!!

He first heard the rumbling of his stomach.

Tang Wulin rubbed his belly. All right, he was hungry too.

Ever since gaining the Golden Dragon King bloodline, he felt like he could eat an entire cow.

"This won't do, Na'er. How about this? I'll take you to complete your enrollment first, then bring you to the cafeteria. We only need to collect your dorm key card anyway," Tang Wulin said with a smile.

Na'er lowered her head and thought for a moment before nodding. In a soft, sweet voice, she said, "Can you hurry, Brother? Na'er is really hungry!"

Tang Wulin lowered his head. "Brother is hungry too, so I'll definitely help you as fast as I can."

Not long after.

Tang Wulin led Na'er out through the side entrance of the administrative office.

He had settled Na'er's enrollment with Teacher Zhang, who handled new student registration. The teacher simply handed over the dorm key and added a reminder, "The outer court disciples' dorms are in that row of white buildings to the east. Don't go to the wrong place."

Na'er clasped the key in her palm and turned it over several times before looking up at Tang Wulin with a satisfied smile.

"Big Brother, do I live upstairs from you?"

"Mm, upstairs." Tang Wulin glanced down at her. "Come on, put your things away first..."

Before he could finish, his stomach suddenly let out an exceptionally loud growl.

The sound echoed twice through the quiet corridor, making even an outer court senior passing nearby turn around for a look.

Without changing expression, Tang Wulin raised a hand and patted his stomach. "Then we'll eat."

Na'er was pulled into a run after him. Her silver-white hair streamed behind her like a lengthened beam of moonlight.

Rather than getting annoyed, she laughed twice and lightly quickened her steps to keep up with him.

She looked extremely curious and excited!

Shrek Academy's cafeteria stood west of the administrative building, a three-story structure of gray bricks. Its exterior walls were covered in withered vines, giving it the look of a very old building.

When Tang Wulin pushed open the cafeteria's heavy doors, the scent of food rushed out ahead of him, and his stomach gave another loud growl.

But the moment he crossed the threshold, he stopped.

There were no stools in the cafeteria.

More precisely, the cafeteria was filled with long wooden tables, their surfaces polished bright enough to reflect the outlines of the roof beams.

Both sides of every table were completely empty. There was not a single chair or bench.

The diners stood in twos and threes beside the tables, holding bowls as they bent over their food like craftsmen hurrying to meet a deadline. Some simply set their bowls on the table and bent down to eat.

Tang Wulin froze for a moment before understanding.

Shrek Academy's outer court cafeteria simply had no stools.

It was said to be a rule established by a previous Sea God Pavilion Master: "Standing while eating cultivates vigor; sitting while eating breeds laziness." It had been passed down to this day and become customary.

But in Tang Wulin's opinion, it was just needless meddling.

They could not even let people eat properly!

Fortunately, the inner court had tables. I should've just eaten at the inner court.

But Na'er probably would not be able to get in.

Though if her martial soul were reported, she would likely receive a great deal of attention.

Standing at the entrance, she rose onto her tiptoes and looked around the cafeteria. Her gaze swept over the tall upperclassmen and upperclasswomen eating while standing, then over the bare table edges. The smile on her face slowly faded.

A faint, barely noticeable sadness surfaced in those violet eyes, like a cloud drifting over a lake.

She gently pressed her lips together, and the fingers clutching Tang Wulin's sleeve quietly tightened.

Tang Wulin looked down at her.

He said nothing. He merely moved half a step closer and lightly bumped her with his shoulder.

"It's fine." He lowered his voice. "I have a chair in my storage soul tool. It's not a problem!"

Na'er looked up at him, and her eyes brightened slightly. Before that thin layer of sadness could truly take shape, it scattered completely.

She neither nodded nor shook her head. She merely loosened her grip on his sleeve, the corners of her lips curving into a small smile.

Tang Wulin turned around and led Na'er straight toward the food-serving window.

Behind it stood a broad-shouldered, stocky middle-aged man wearing a grease-stained white apron twisted into knots. He held a large iron ladle and listlessly tapped it against the edge of a serving tray.

When he saw Tang Wulin enter, he lifted his eyelids slightly and shifted the toothpick in his mouth. "Yo, Little Tang's here."

"Uncle Chen, the usual. Start with ten portions of braised pork." Tang Wulin took a meal card from his pocket and set it on the counter. "Is there anything else today? And why are you working in the outer court, Uncle?"

"Lion's head meatballs, six left. Two steamed fish left. Three pumpkin bowls left. There are also a few vegetable dishes." Uncle Chen pointed behind him with his ladle. "What, planning to eat thirty people's worth again today?"

Tang Wulin looked back at Na'er behind him. The little girl stood quietly just to his rear side, her silver-white hair gleaming softly beneath the cafeteria's dim yellow lights.

He also saw the horizontal plaque above Window Number One, which read: "Never too refined in food, never too meticulous in preparation."

Na'er poked her head forward to look at the dishes, then at Tang Wulin, then at the sign again. She whispered, "That sign feels so shameless."

Tang Wulin coughed softly twice.

The sign had not originally been there. It seemed he had been the one to say those words...

The reason was that the first time he had been too hungry, he had forcefully stuffed down twenty or thirty steamed buns. Yan Shaozhe had seen him and asked whether the buns were really that delicious.

So he had said it.

That damned Yan Shaozhe actually put my words up there?!!!

Tang Wulin turned back and gave Uncle Chen a shy smile.

"There's one more person today, and I went to the Star Dou Great Forest a couple days ago. I haven't had a proper meal in a long time. Uncle Chen, serve three times my usual amount."

The iron ladle in Uncle Chen's hand paused. He tilted his head and looked through the gap beside the serving window, spotting the skinny little girl behind Tang Wulin, who was not even as tall as his chest. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Three times?" Uncle Chen spat out the toothpick, his tone turning serious. "Little Tang, you usually eat as much as dozens of outer court disciples in one meal. Three times that would be enough for hundreds of people. Can you finish it?"

"I can." Tang Wulin smiled shyly and unconsciously scratched the back of his head. He looked unbelievably well-behaved. "Don't worry, Uncle Chen. I definitely won't waste anything. If even a single grain of rice is left, I'll compensate you tenfold."

Uncle Chen stared at him for two breaths, then turned his head to look at the silver-haired little girl again.

The little girl was craning her neck to peer into the serving window, her violet eyes sparkling. She did not look like someone who could eat much at all.

"All right." Uncle Chen sighed and turned to call out to the kitchen. "Six more portions of braised pork! Serve all the lion's head meatballs! Save both steamed fish for Little Tang! The pumpkin bowls too..."

"Three pumpkin bowls too. Remember, make my rice portions extra, extra large," Tang Wulin added from behind him.

Uncle Chen turned and glared at him, but ultimately did not argue. He raised his hand and held up three fingers toward the kitchen again.

While waiting for the dishes to arrive, Tang Wulin found a long table against the wall and pulled Na'er closer to his side.