All Stars Are My Food Fans

Others are fooling each other, don't you know that class A1, Jiang Qiuqiu is still going through the back door...

Isn't her stamina a little bit worse if she doesn't play medium armor? Why don't I look at this group of people who can kill people in all directions with light armor?

Do you know a blindfold?

People in the same class as Qiuqiu can see her hard work very well, so they have been talking and cheering for Jiang Qiuqiu in the circle.

Jiang Qiuqiu didn't care about the ups and downs outside.

Dual-line learning itself is very tiring and complicated, and doing these things... Who has the leisure to do so?

She is determined to learn what she wants to learn.

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It was another morning with a theory class. Jiang Qiuqiu packed up and went to the professor's apartment.

The weather is getting hotter, and Jiang Qiuqiu has changed from wearing long sleeves to wearing short sleeves. She has been learning to heal her mental power for more than two months.

The day before yesterday, she officially spent nearly 8 hours in front of Dean Zhu, pressing half of her spiritual power into the form of silk threads, and simultaneously demonstrated her recent learning results.

Happy Dean.

Straightforwardly: "Qiuqiu, your strength lies not only in your talent, but also in your aura."

"When I was your age, I couldn't compare to you."

"You have become a qualified spiritual healer." It's just that the level is relatively low.

After the official entry was successful, Dean Zhu started the next stage of training for Jiang Qiuqiu, physical training.

It is not enough to be able to do these simple things. To truly become a top healer, you must master your own way.

That is to say, in the next class, Jiang Qiuqiu has to cook.

Originally, Dean Zhu wanted to go to him, but Jiang Qiuqiu thought about it and said that he would be in the small house that Mrs. Ayer left for him.

Anywhere is fine, I wish Dean would not struggle with this, so the class place for the two of them changed from the office of the Department of Spiritual Healing to the professor's apartment.

There is a lot of food here.

Practice this, with minimal restrictions, and cook as you normally would.

But you have to pay attention, you can't have an empty head, you must always be happy and happy, and you must control your mental power and convert it into a healing mental power.

To control your frequency, increase the output and reduce the overflow——

At present, Jiang Qiuqiu has done a good job except for the first point of staying happy and happy, and he can't do anything else.

"Too scattered!"

"Look at this room, you can feel it, your spiritual power is everywhere."

"Don't you feel bad?" Dean Zhu shook his head, "This is useless mental power, it's wasted."

"Don't slow down deliberately, you'll get distracted, and distractions can affect the results."

Dean Zhu's voice has become the BGM of Jiang Qiuqiu's cooking.

The meal is finally ready.

It's tasting time again.

The taste of the dish is not appreciated by the Dean Zhu.

after all--

As soon as the dish came to the table, the plate (——————) was so big, and then it quickly became (-) like this.

I wish the dean's hands to put down chopsticks quickly and eat quickly. He used to be a slacker, and he lived by drinking nutrient solution every day. Now...

He swallowed a mouthful of sauced beef, and the fragrance left on his cheeks: "This is not good, the healing power is too loose, we have measured your healing spiritual power... It is very full, this beef is not that good, you are 50% useless. arrive."

The chopsticks threw at the fried pork chops on the other side, and the crispy and crispy aroma was overflowing, making people finish half a bowl of rice, and Dean Zhu took a breath, "This is not good either."

"Did you get distracted while doing this? Why doesn't it feel as good as the last one." He said, frantically putting down his chopsticks.