The wind groaned and gave each of the three people a piece of meat.

"Boss, I have it!"

"He doesn't want me!"

Li Sanyi's chopsticks were about to clamp the meat pieces, and Zhang Boer reacted super quickly for the first time to protect the meat in the bowl.

"Although I don't know why, you must be tired of robbing it."

Zhang Boer, who was talking, sent the meat into his mouth with a chopstick.

"Boss, is there anything else?"

Zhang Bo'er, who smashed his mouth, stared at the piece of meat in the Fengyin bowl, longing.

"Nope!"

I saw Feng Yin give the piece of meat to Grandma Zhang, and winked at Grandma Zhang.

Sure enough, there was something.

Grandma Zhang quietly picked up the meat sent by Feng Yin, and the moment she put it in her mouth, she understood.

It's so delicious!

It turns out that it melts in the mouth, fat but not greasy, which is really not an exaggeration.

The trio's ability to eat noodles without changing color is because they have been mixing with Fengyin for a long time, and Grandma Zhang's ability to do so without changing the color of the noodles is definitely due to professional knowledge.

Feng Yin smiled secretly.

If it were really in ancient times, she and Grandma Zhang would definitely be good partners.

Master Guan didn't know when he arrived at Feng Yin's side, and he was ready to speak.

The wind groaned and left.

She went for a second bowl of noodles.

The delicious meat is gone, but the relatively delicious meat is still there.

Another big bowl of noodles was the wind groaning, coming back with a bowl of noodles, stirring and looking at Master Guan.

"You have something to do with me?"

Master Guan wanted to say that there was something, but the style that had just gotten up was disrupted by the wind yin.

He deliberately cleared his throat and said, "Nothing important——-

"That's good, I'll have some pickles!"

The wind groaned and walked away.

She went to serve pickles.

Master Guan looked angrily at Grandma Zhang, who was watching the excitement, and asked through gritted teeth: "This is the junior you said respected the elderly?" ”

Grandma Zhang understands that what she is best at is psychological analysis.

The old donkey has a temper, likes to pull face, put on a shelf, and the wind is deliberate.

"Why is it rude, didn't you say that it was nothing important?"

Grandma Zhang said a word, and easily grasped Master Guan.

I seem to be even more angry!

Feng Yin, who went to get the little pickles, finally came back, looked at Master Guan and asked, "Why are you still here?" Why don't you eat with everyone? ”

Eat?

What else to eat! I'm full of gas!

Well? What is he angry about?

"Surely I'm embarrassed to rob everyone, right? This bowl of noodles is for you, I have mixed it, the chopsticks are new, the bowl is new. ”

Feng Yin gave the noodles in her hand to Master Guan, and she turned around and went to get another bowl herself.

"Whoever rarely eats the noodles you mix, Lao Tzu himself won't do anything."

Old man Guan was very disgusted, and made a helpless look.

"Master Guan, you don't like me to help you eat, do you?"

I really don't have the eyesight to see Zhang Boer coming.

In Zhang Boer's opinion, Boss Fengyin is delicious in everything he does, even if he mixes noodles with dishes made by others, it is better than his own.

Master Guan looked at the stupid and straightforward people who suddenly rushed out, he was stunned that he couldn't get up, couldn't get down, and was stuck in place.

"Zhang Boer, eat it yourself and make it yourself! I don't have long hands! ”

The wind groaned, and Zhang Boer ran away.

"Master Guan, you eat."

This is already the best attitude of Feng Yin, and I am afraid that there is no better word.

Fortunately, Master Guan didn't want to pretend, so he took a bite with two sounds.

Delicious.

He made the noodles, the marinade, and the side dishes, but this noodle is delicious.

"Wind Groan!" Master Guan shouted out to stop Feng Yin, and asked seriously, "Which faction are you?" ”