Big stomach king: I can become stronger by eating

Chapter 1 Food System
"Boss, another bowl of beef offal rice noodles!"

There are already two stacks of bowls on Song Nian's table, but he doesn't seem to want to stop.
A family of three sat at the next table.
A little girl in a pink bubble skirt pointed at Song Nian and said to her mother, "Mom, that big brother is so delicious."

The little girl's mother hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth.
"We can't judge others casually, it's impolite."

But she turned to her husband and said, "But that boy really eats a lot. But how does he manage to eat so much without getting fat?"

The little girl's father secretly took out his mobile phone and recorded a video for Song Nian.
"It's also the first time I've seen someone who can eat so much, so I'll post it on Moments first."

The business of this small shop is particularly prosperous, and Song Nian is sitting near the door, so people passing by can see the empty bowls stacked on his table.
Naturally, people's comments could reach Song Nian's ears.
But Song Nian has become accustomed to this.
In his short 24-year career, he did not know how many times he had experienced scenes like this,
Song Nian has been a foodie since childhood.
He doesn't like luxury cars and mansions, nor does he like branded clothes and shoes.
He's not even interested in beautiful women.
He just likes to eat.
"Gourmet system is loading 20%, 40%, 60%, 80%, 100%"

"The food system was loaded successfully."

Such a slightly cold electronic voice suddenly appeared in Song Nian's mind.
"Who is speaking?"

Song Nian looked around.
"There is no need to look for a host. I am the food system and exist in your brain, so you can hear me."

"Ah?"

Song Nian never thought that the things in the plot of the novel would happen to him.
"Then what's the use of having you?"

"From now on, every food and drink the host eats can be exchanged for points. In addition, the host needs to pay attention, the more delicious and high-end the host eats, the more and easier the points will be. Obtained. A certain number of points can be exchanged for anything in the item store, and can also be converted into skills. And this system will give the host a chance to draw a big gift package from time to time.”

Song Nian rolled his eyes.
This seems like a good thing.
If you have countless skills, do you still need to be a laborer after graduation?Start your own company directly!
At that time, I will definitely become the youngest president of the group, and beauties with money will come one after another.

It's really wonderful to think about.

But is this system easy to use or not?
Song Nian plans to try first.
He looked at the beef offal rice noodles that had just been served in front of him.
Song Nian began to chat happily.
Points +10, Points +20, Points +30``````
Song Nianmei took a sip of rice noodles, and a series of voices came out of his mind.
When Song Nian finished a whole bowl of pho, he already had 480 points.
What kind of things or skills can such a few points be exchanged for?
When Song Nian was thinking about this matter, many people suddenly poured in outside.
"The rain fell as soon as it was said, and it really caught people off guard."

"Yeah, the weather forecast didn't say it would rain today. The sky was still clear just now."

"This god's face grows faster than a child's."

Looking at the heavy rain outside, Song Nian suddenly had an idea.
"System, can I exchange for an umbrella?"

"Of course. The umbrella has been put into the host's bag. The host has 20 points left."

Song Nian couldn't help squinting his eyes.
This thing is really interesting.
Song Nian took out a dark blue umbrella from his schoolbag, paid the bill, opened the door and walked out of the small shop, walking on the street under the envious eyes of everyone.
It was raining heavily and all taxis were carrying passengers.
Fortunately, the place Song Nian was going to was not too far from this snack street, so he chose to walk.
When he returned to the dormitory, only the first-generation elites were reading in the dormitory.
Song Nian opened the umbrella to dry outside.
The real name of the first-generation elite is Ke Ming.
He always said that he was the first college student in his village, so everyone gave him such a nickname.
Ke Ming felt at ease with this.
It is indeed his dream to become an elite.
"Xu Zheng and Big Fatty are still outside, blocked by the rain and unable to come back. How did you come back? You didn't take an umbrella when you went out this morning."

Ke Ming also put down the book in his hand at this time.
He felt very surprised.
Song Nian opened his mouth, wanting to tell Ke Ming about the food system, but finally gave up.
He probably wouldn't believe such a thing.
After all, Song Nian himself felt extremely surprised.
Song Nian has such a silent personality, so he intends to digest this matter by himself.
"I came back under the same umbrella with a classmate from our school."

Song Nian said indifferently.
"Oh, so that's what happened. Then you are really lucky."

When Ke Ming was about to read again, Song Nian held up a bag of hor fun in front of Ke Ming.
"Your please."

Ke Ming was very surprised, but he took it anyway.
"What's the matter with you kid, why are you so considerate today?"

Song Nian touched his nose.
"I won a lottery, so I'm in for a treat."

"How much?"

"460?"

"You can't even remember?"

Ke Ming has already started to complain.
At this moment, Fatty, a sports student in their dormitory, rushed in with his whole body wet.
As he was taking off his clothes, he said: "It was really raining heavily, and the water quickly covered my ankles. If I don't come back, I won't be able to come back!"

"Where is Xu Zheng?"

Ke Ming asked.
"He said he was going to stay in the library and read. Thanks to him being so calm. I'm starving. What are you eating?"

"Pho. Song Nian brought it back."

"That's right, I'm also lucky."

Fatty stretched out his own chopsticks to the only pho.
Song Nian thought it was funny watching Ke Ming and Fatty fighting for each other.
Accompanied by such background sounds, Song Nian began to read professional books.
Their dormitory is a postgraduate dormitory, so students from different majors are mixed.
Song Nian studied mechanical automation.
There are two more days until the final exam. Everyone is working hard.
Song Nian's academic performance has always been in the middle, and he also wants to improve.
While Song Nian was reading a book, he suddenly remembered something.
I am a person with a system, why bother to endorse so hard?
"System, can I exchange the points for the skills of the memory card?"

"Of course. This skill requires 20000 points."

"So many points are needed?"

Song Nian was a little surprised.
But he figured it out quickly.
After all, it is to obtain a permanent skill, so it is strange that the points are too low.
Fortunately, there are still two days left before the start of the exam.
Everything is still in time.
When night came, everyone in dormitory 202 went out to the cafeteria to look for food.
Xu Zheng also returned from the library.
He is a very thin boy, but his academic performance is very good.
The four people each took an aluminum dinner plate and started to get vegetables and rice from the food pick-up port.
Ke Ming, Fatty and Xu Zheng took the lead and sat down at a table.
When they lowered their heads to eat, they heard the students at other tables say: "Is that a meal for three people? Can't one person finish it?"

Ke Ming: "Our big eater is back."

Ke Ming raised his head as he spoke.
But this time even he was surprised.
Song Nian actually held three dinner plates in his hand, and there were a lot of food piled up on the dinner plates, walking towards them slowly.
Ke Ming hurried forward to help, and took the top plate from Song Nian's hand.
After Song Nian took his seat, Fatty could not help but say to Song Nian: "My buddy, you are a little too much today. Although you usually eat a lot, you only use one plate. Today, using three plates is too much, isn't it?" Is it too exaggerated?"

Song Nian has already started stuffing food into his mouth.
"The time left for me is running out, you don't understand."

"What? Song Nian, are you terminally ill?"

(End of this chapter)