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Chapter 3777: 3777 Fighting for food

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    "I'm the eldest brother, third child, do you know how to respect the old and love the young? Let me come first." Weng Yuanming said with his beard blowing and his eyes widening.

    "Brother, you have said that you respect the old and love the young. Since I am the third child, of course I should come first." Zeng Ningan argued.

    "What are you talking about, do you still have my big brother in your eyes!" Weng Yuanming reprimanded angrily.

    "Shouldn't the big one give way to the small one? Why are you still bullying people?" Zeng Ning'an was still a little in awe of the big brother, shrinking his neck, but still said unconvinced, holding the porridge tightly with his hands  The pot won't let go.

    "Big brother and third brother, stop arguing. How can we say that we are also strong in the realm of the emperor, and we are sworn brothers. How can we hurt our friendship over a pot of porridge. Otherwise, let's find a way to divide the points." Yao asked.  Shan said persuasively.

    "How to divide?" Weng Yuanming and Zeng Ning'an asked in unison.

    "Well, anyway, one of you is old and the other is young, and you can't tell the difference between respecting the old and loving the young, so let me come first." Yao Wenshan said with a straight face.

    "Youshameless!" Weng Yuanming and two people raised their feet at the same time, almost kicking Yao Wenshan away.

    Beside, Gu Fenghua and the others were in a mess, completely dumbfounded.

    As for what, for a mere bit of rice porridge, the three sages of Moyun, who once murdered so ruthlessly, and the three founding patriarchs of the Burning Heaven Sect, are fighting so hard?

    Especially that Yao Wenshan, not to mention the dignity of the emperor and the strong, he didn't even want the brotherhood of hundreds of thousands of years, but he said such shameless words.

    Looking at the three elders, especially Yao Wenshan, who were almost beaten to death because of the small half pot of rice porridge brothers, Gu Fenghua and the others all rolled their eyes and secretly looked down upon them.

    "Oh, they're poor too. They probably haven't eaten anything decent since they've lived so long." On the contrary, Luo Enen said something very philosophical.

    Think about it too, but if they have eaten something decent, how could the three of them fight like this for a little rice porridge, even if they don't want brotherhood?

    As a senior foodie, Luo Enen can better understand the mood of Weng Yuanming and the others at this time.  Back then, when she tasted Fatty Bai's cooking skills for the first time, she was just as excited and unsatisfied. If anyone robbed her, she would dare to pounce on him and eat a few bites.

    "Several elders, don't grab it first, the leftover porridge is enough for the few of you to share." The fat man stepped forward to persuade with sympathy and worry.

    It doesn't matter if a few people are beaten to the point of bleeding, it won't be worth it if the porridge pot is broken.  This pot was brought over from the Tianji Continent, and it contained too many memories and longings of him.

    While speaking, Fatty Bai lifted the lid of the pot.

    Weng Yuanming and the others took a look. Sure enough, although there was not much rice porridge left, it was enough for each of them to share a bowl.  So no more fighting, each served a bowl.

    As expected of a powerhouse of the third and fourth ranks of the Emperor Saint, the porridge was filled just flush with the edge of the bowl, without wasting any space, but it did not overflow a drop.  In other words, no one suffers the slightest loss, nor takes advantage of the slightest.

    Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua secretly wiped off his cold sweat again. In order to serve this bowl of rice porridge well, it is estimated that several elders and adults have used their cultivation base of the Emperor Saint to the extreme.

    Gu Fenghua looked at the porridge pot, and quietly gave Fatty Bai a wink.  Fatty Bai understood, and hurried to the kitchen with the porridge pot in his arms.  The remaining rice porridge was indeed just enough for the three of them to share, but there were some rice grains sticking to the edge of the wall, so they couldn't see it, otherwise they would probably have to fight hard, and in the end they would be beaten to death.

    Fortunately, Weng Yuanming and the others were all focused on the small bowl of rice porridge, and did not notice Fatty Bai's little movements.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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