AAISBMEBF Chapter 54: Cooking Rice Porridge

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However, the student council president's face darkened again under his gaze.

The person quickly understood the student council president's meaning and awkwardly smiled, then asked, "Do you think it won't work?"

The student council president struggled to suppress his anger, his eyes spinning as he switched to a righteous expression and said, "Go back, and don't speak of this again. Meng Jiangtian has brought back a lot of food to help you. Is this how you repay your benefactor?

Us ability users are not asking for your gratitude, but don't repay kindness with hatred.

I'll let this go for now, but if you dare to incite others and do something irrational, don’t blame me for being impolite."

After being scolded, the person awkwardly left.

The student council president watched the person’s retreating figure, rolling his eyes in frustration. A frog in a well, an ignorant fool—he was willing to degrade himself for food.

Did he really think the three of them could defeat Meng Jiangtian now? Ordinary people could never comprehend just how perverse an ability user’s powers could be.

He was also quite fortunate that Meng Jiangtian had demonstrated his powers at the supermarket entrance earlier, allowing the student council president to understand the difference between himself and Meng Jiangtian.

If Meng Jiangtian hadn’t shown his abilities today, the student council president might have only thought that Meng Jiangtian’s aura was overwhelming and his abilities stronger than his own.

Maybe the three of them together could compete with Meng Jiangtian, and he might have actually considered the person’s plan.

But in reality, there was a 99% chance that they would all be wiped out by Meng Jiangtian. With Meng Jiangtian's cruel personality, he would really kill all these hundred-plus people.

The student council president made a loud speech, hoping it would improve Meng Jiangtian’s impression of him and continue to build his image of fairness and justice.

But ultimately, what mattered most to him was how Meng Jiangtian viewed him. The student council president secretly observed Meng Jiangtian’s expression.

Meng Jiangtian glanced at him expressionlessly, then looked away without giving him any response.

The student council president took a deep breath, suppressing the frustration in his heart, and stopped looking at Meng Jiangtian.

But suddenly, Meng Jiangtian appeared in front of him like a gust of wind, startling the student council president.

"When did you come here?" The student council president was truly shocked, his heart racing.

"Come with me, I need to talk to you," Meng Jiangtian said calmly without answering the question.

His tone was so calm that it was hard to tell whether it was a command or a request.

At least, the student council president couldn’t figure out Meng Jiangtian’s attitude, but he hated how impolite the tone was.

Even if they were friends, when someone asked for help, they would always be polite. This calm tone, however, felt like a command.

The student council president felt a million objections in his heart and silently didn’t want to follow Meng Jiangtian.

Meng Jiangtian walked ahead, not hearing any footsteps behind him. He turned and looked at the student council president, his aura silently pressing down on him.

The student council president suddenly felt a heavy weight on him, his chest tightening, and he gasped for breath. Looking at Meng Jiangtian, his eyes revealed undisguised threats.

The student council president felt his anger rise, but his body was suppressed by Meng Jiangtian’s pressure. After a sharp pain, he unexpectedly coughed up blood.

"President, what’s wrong?" Zhao Huanrui, who had been following the student council president, was startled when he saw him spit out blood.

Meng Jiangtian’s power had increased, and he could now control his aura to target just one person. Zhao Huanrui had not felt the pressure from Meng Jiangtian.

Meng Jiangtian withdrew his aura, and the student council president wiped the blood from his mouth, not knowing how to respond when Zhao Huanrui asked.

If he admitted that he had been pressured into coughing up blood by Meng Jiangtian’s aura, his face would be completely ruined.

"Come with me," Meng Jiangtian said calmly once more, and without waiting for a response, turned and walked off.

The student council president glared at Meng Jiangtian’s back with hatred, wiped the blood from his lips, and followed him.

Zhao Huanrui felt confused and wanted to follow, but Meng Jiangtian stopped him: "This isn’t your business. Stay back."

Zhao Huanrui immediately stopped, feeling uncomfortable being so rudely excluded.

Meng Jiangtian led the student council president to where Cui Xisheng was still sleeping, took out pots and bowls, and poured some rice into a bowl. He then said to the student council president, "Get some water and clean the rice."

This was completely a command. The student council president clenched his fists, unwilling to be ordered around by Meng Jiangtian. He tried to resist and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Cook rice porridge for Cui Xisheng to drink. You two do it," Meng Jiangtian said without hiding his purpose, glancing at Qi Tianshan who was sitting nearby.

The student council president was a water ability user, and Qi Tianshan was a fire ability user. The two of them could work together to cook.

But this answer further insulted the student council president. He was an ability user, not a cook.

But facing Meng Jiangtian’s cold eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse. He hesitated, unwilling to do it but also afraid to resist.

"If you don’t want to cough up more blood, do as I say. My patience is limited. Don’t keep provoking me," Meng Jiangtian stared at him, his eyes filled with both threats and disdain.

The student council president saw the disdain in Meng Jiangtian’s eyes, and his anger intensified.

But unable to beat Meng Jiangtian, he held back his anger and tried to reason with him: "Meng Jiangtian, I’m an ability user. If I want to control the ordinary people here in the future, I need some prestige.

You’re asking me to cook, where do I put my face? Who will respect me after this?

Also, you have plenty of bottled water, so why do I need to condense water?"

"That water is for drinking. Washing rice is a waste. As for your prestige, what does it have to do with me?" Meng Jiangtian coldly sneered, uninterested.

The student council president nearly choked on his anger.

Meng Jiangtian handed him the small bowl of rice without caring for his reasoning.

Since he dared to snatch the food he had set aside for Cui Xisheng, he had to personally make something for him as compensation.

"There are many empty rooms downstairs. We can go to one, and I’ll let you wash as much rice as you want," the student council president tried to compromise.

"No, we’ll do it here," Meng Jiangtian rejected, shoving the bowl of rice into the student council president’s hands.

The student council president grabbed the rice bowl, his face flushed with anger. He was about to speak when Meng Jiangtian interrupted him, "You can refuse to wash it, but think carefully about the consequences."

The pressure on him suddenly intensified, and Meng Jiangtian once again placed his aura over the student council president. He immediately became subdued.

The student council president, knowing the situation was out of his hands, reluctantly started to wash the rice, feeling the boiling rage in his chest.

He washed the rice, dates, peanuts, and goji berries, then placed everything in the pot and added some clean water.

While doing so, he kept throwing the pots and bowls, silently expressing his frustration. His anger almost made him explode, but finally, Meng Jiangtian let him off.

"Cook the rice until it’s ready," Meng Jiangtian ordered, enjoying the discomfort of the student council president.

He turned to Qi Tianshan with a much gentler attitude.

Qi Tianshan didn’t have the same pride and stubbornness as the student council president. He obediently gathered fire and started a small flame under the pot.

"If there’s nothing else, can I leave now?" The student council president muttered angrily.

The crowd of over a hundred people was watching them, making him feel extremely embarrassed. He desperately needed a place to cool down and wash his face.

Meng Jiangtian simply stared at him without saying a word, and the student council president felt his heart race under the intense gaze.

The two stared at each other for a minute before Meng Jiangtian suddenly smiled and said, "We’ll continue tomorrow."

The student council president was shocked, "Tomorrow? You want to continue?"

Meng Jiangtian smiled at him, his attitude firm. The student council president sighed heavily, turned around, and ran downstairs.

He couldn’t stay on the rooftop any longer. His face was ruined.

The rice porridge was ready, and Cui Xisheng still hadn’t woken up. Meng Jiangtian gently checked his forehead and pulse, confirming that he was just in a deep sleep, so he didn’t wake him.

He had Qi Tianshan keep the porridge warm over a low flame.

Liu Anna, smelling the aroma of the porridge, felt her stomach react violently, her hunger starting to protest.

She had deliberately avoided Meng Jiangtian earlier, wanting to see if he would come find her.

But she was disappointed—Meng Jiangtian had stayed by Cui Xisheng’s side, not even approaching her.

She couldn’t test him any longer; it would only make her angrier. Feeling hungry, Liu Anna stood up and walked toward Meng Jiangtian.

"Brother Jiangtian, what kind of porridge is that? It smells so good. I’m hungry. Can you give me some?" Liu Anna leaned over the pot, staring at the red rice porridge, saliva almost flowing.

She had never found rice porridge so tempting before, but after seven days of hunger, she was now salivating at a pot of porridge.

"No, you can eat this," Meng Jiangtian coldly rejected, tossing her a bag of bread.

Bread again! Looking at the breakfast bread in her hands, Liu Anna felt like she was going to puke. Anyone would lose their appetite after seven days of eating the same thing.

"I don’t want any bread anymore. I’m about to throw up. Brother Jiangtian, my period is coming soon, and I can’t keep eating cold food.

There’s a whole pot of porridge here. I don’t need much, just a small bowl. I want something hot."

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