That night, the restaurant at the base of the pig farm was very lively, dozens of male and female team members filled seven or eight tables, and everyone chatted while waiting for the meal to start.

Suddenly, the peasants and the Senong came to the restaurant, and said to everyone in high spirits: "Let you wait for a long time, the meal will start immediately, we will fry the pork of the two pigs separately according to the requirements of the old god, the white porcelain plate is good pork, the red porcelain plate is the meat of six fingers, those who like to eat good pork eat good pork, and those who like to eat six fingers eat six finger meat!"

Shopee glared dissatisfied: "It's all good pork!

"Is there a problem with the old god giving way?" asked the farmer rhetorically.

But they said that the girls didn't know what happened in the afternoon, and they all asked curiously: "Why do you want to fry the pork of the two pigs separately? What is the good pork? What is the matter with the meat of the six fingers?"

Heng Qi explained to everyone: "That's right, here's a story about the six fingers...... That is to say, the six fingers are actually people not pigs, if you have a taboo, you can not eat the meat of the six fingers, only eat good pork......"

"Oh my God, how can you do this? knowing that Six Fingers is a human being, and making its meat for us to eat...... some of the girls immediately protested.

"You little girls are so deceitful!" Six-pointed, apparently a pig, why did you become a human again?, don't fall into the quagmire of idealists......" Shopees scoffed.

"It's all the same, don't believe those superstitions, hurry up and eat!" I and Tang Jun, Liangwen and a few other "highly respectable" people also persuaded me.

"Don't eat it! We resolutely don't eat the meat of the six fingers!" the girls said unrelentingly.

Heng Qi suddenly smiled and said: "If the meat of the six fingers is really human meat, then it must have a sour taste, and it is not like the crunchy, sweet and delicious meat of good pork, and the aroma is striking......

"How?" asked everyone, dumbfounded.

"It's ok, not sour at all. Heng Qi replied.

"Really, then I'm going to try it!" Liu Lianqing also stretched out her chopsticks to the red porcelain plate and picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth—I saw her nod and say, "It's not sour!"

Then she stretched out her chopsticks to the white porcelain plate and picked up a piece of meat and put it into her mouth, and before she could chew two bites, she immediately frowned: "Why is it so sour? Peasants, color farmers, did you put the vegetables on the wrong plate? In this white porcelain plate is six-fingered meat, and in this red porcelain plate is good pork?"

The peasant swore an oath: "There is absolutely no mistake in the serving! The white porcelain plate is definitely good pork!"

"How can good pork be so sour?" the others also tasted the meat in the two porcelain plates, and questioned one after another.

"I think it's definitely the wrong deal, how did you two farmers do it?" Long Yunpeng complained.

"Alright, the food is cold, let's eat!" shouted Shopee.

So everyone began to eat—everyone went to eat meat on the red porcelain plate, but they didn't move at all in the white porcelain plate.

"Since everyone doesn't eat these dishes, it's an eye-catcher to put them here, so it's better to pour them into a swill bucket and feed them to the pigs later. Suspecting that they had made a mistake, the two peasants gathered up all the meat from the white porcelain plates and took them back to the kitchen, presumably into a bucket of swill......

Everyone was eating with relish, and suddenly saw Huang Ran Ran remembering something, patted his head and said, "Oh no!"

Everyone was taken aback, put down the dishes and chopsticks together, stared at him and said, "Huang Paoran, what's wrong?"

"Eat the wrong thing, we eat the wrong thing!" Huang ran ran did not answer everyone's questions, but shouted hysterically to himself.

"Everyone is eating, what are you yelling about, you have to get nervous and go outside!" Gao Weizhen glared at him and said.

"Yes, Huang Paoran, did you take the wrong medicine?" everyone asked puzzled.

"It's not that I've taken the wrong medicine, it's that I've eaten the wrong meat! What is sour is good meat, and what is not sour is six-fingered meat!" Huang Ran said in shock.

"How do you know?" said the crowd, looking at him in disbelief.

"Ahem, I went to help the kitchen tonight, at that time, the good pork and the six-fingered meat were fried in two large pots, the left was good pork, and the right was the six-fingered meat.

Tonight's spoon was led by the peasant and the color farmer, and of course the two of them knew which pot was good pork and which six-fingered meat was clear. At that moment, the two of them nodded together and said, "That's right." ”

"Farmer, do you want me to put some vinegar in both pots?"

"yes, didn't you put it?"

"It's not that I didn't put it, but I put it too much!"

"Which bite have you put too much?" the peasant wondered.

"It's in the pot of good pork, I accidentally poured all the vinegar in the pot, and the six-fingered meat in the pot is gone. The sour taste you eat is actually acetic acid, not the sour taste of six-fingered meat at all!"

Huang Ran ran shocked the four with a word!

"Oh my God, that pot weighs four or five pounds, and you poured it all into one pot?" the peasant and the senon were so shocked that their hair was pointed out.

"What? So we've eaten all the meat of the six fingers tonight?" the others rushed to the bathroom to vomit, and the corridor leading to the bathroom was overcrowded for a while, and there were long queues outside the men's and women's toilets......

"This Huang Run, you deserve to be struck by lightning!" Xie Ke, Long Yunpeng and the others were furious. Liu Daxia, Long Tingwei, Zhu Maniac, Datou and others even rolled up their sleeves and arms to beat Huang Ran and run.

"Forget it, it's useless to beat this decrepit person into a flat toad now. Our special group is also wealthy, why don't we go to a five-star hotel for a meal one day, what do you think?" Heng Qi shouted.

This was actually our last night at the pig farm base. The next day, we transferred to the Silver Wing in the Nameless Valley of western Sichuan to start systematic training, although we have not yet ascended to heaven, but we eat, drink, and sleep on the Silver Wing, and it is impossible to go to any five-star hotels.

Half a month later, one afternoon, in the central control hall of the Silver Wing.

Zhou Hong, Xiang Qiuling, Shopee, Tang Jinhua, Tang Jun, Shu Wen and others sat down on a row of soft sofas, staring at the large laser holographic electronic screen in front of us and the electronic clock on the wall. The large screen was divided into dozens of smaller screens, showing the real-time situation in the various cabins of the Silverwing. The large screens are sometimes combined into a single unit, showing the entire image of the Silver Wing. I saw that under the sunset, the Silver Wing, which is located in the green mountains and green valleys, stands quietly on the ground like a behemoth, waiting for the moment to soar into the sky......