Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2440 Charley Henderson, the Big Eater

Meanwhile, at the quiet street corner, beads of sweat formed on the brow of the ramen shop owner as he deftly managed the boiling noodles in the pot. Despite over a decade of running the shop, he had neve encountered such an astounding appetite in a young patron.

While still busy with the noodles, he heard someone urging him, "Boss, two more bowls of miso ramen!"

"Uh, okay, coming right up," the ramen shop owner replied. Then, he promptly took a large bowl and prepared the ingredients before serving them on the small table. In the meantime, he could see more than ten stacked empty bowls on the ground next to the table.

On the contrary, the sight of the piping hot miso ramen prompted Charley's taste buds to dance impatiently. Without delay, he grasped his utensils and began savoring the flavorful broth. "Mmm, delicious! Matthew, why are you merely observing? Join me," he insisted warmly.

his cordial invitation, Matthew politely shook his head and declined, "Thank you, but I'm good. Enjoy your meal, Charley. I'm already quite full." As

a meal. However, Charley

Charley, his offer was met with a contented acceptance. With one hand deftly guiding noodles into his mouth, Charley positioned another large

150 pounds, Charley seemed to possess a bottomless pit for a stomach. As he watched Charley effortlessly tackle bowl after bowl of ramen, a pang of concern crept into his

shop owner signaled the depletion of ingredients that Charley finally stopped himself from ordering more. Having emptied the contents of two

since I've tasted something so delicious," he said, punctuating his gratitude with a contented burp. Then, he continued, "By the way, Matthew, with your strength, you should be considered an Elite. Have you participated in this year's

wordless, unable to contain a mutter inwardly. What do you mean by "considered"? It seems like you're not good at speaking. A wry twitch curved Matthew's mouth as he

relief. "That's a relief. I received a message three months ago and rushed to Bainbridge without a moment's delay.

curiously, "Isn't the Far North off-limits for other humans? How did the people from the Martial League manage