Under Xu Mingshan's words, several people in the house tasted each other again, and they all tasted good.

Of course, this is good, it is a comparison of their previous cooking.

"How many, why don't you try mine?"

Feng Yin took the initiative to send out the plate of pepper sesame chicken he made.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Xu Mingshan is the most positive, and the others are not far behind.

After all, the main purpose is to eat the dishes made by the master, although the master is not clear.

Xu Mingshan was the first to eat it, and there was an unknown mind churning in the depths of his eyes.

"Lao Xu, how is it?"

"Eating stupid?"

Several people looked at Xu Mingshan, and Xu Mingshan thought in his heart: If he said that it was not delicious, could these people believe it?

The answer is obvious, not believable.

Since he can't believe it....then he has to eat a few more bites.

"I didn't taste it, I forgot to rinse my mouth just now."

Xu Mingshan said this, and grabbed another chopstick.

Go master Mizuki Shan is the most active, otherwise he would not have become a Go master.

This guy has more than he just clipped?

Shui Mushan immediately moved the chopsticks in his hand, pretending to be casual and said, "I'll try it." ”

After taking a bite, Shuimushan and Xu Mingshan were sloppy at each other, this one didn't taste it, and the taste was too shallow to eat, so they quickly took two bites.

This time, the remaining three people reacted.

It's all a thousand-year-old glutton, what to play here and talk about fasting!

"Get up, get up, it's my turn!"

"Just know you two aren't good things!"

"My mother, this taste, Xu Mingshan, you can't eat it!"

Five people, for a plate of pepper chicken, which is not much, you glanced at me and grabbed it.

When the last bit of red oil on the plate was dipped and eaten by Xu Mingshan with steamed buns, the eyes of the five people finally fell on Feng Yin's body.

Even if you have seen many famous scenes, you will inevitably feel cold.

Why does she have a rush that is going to be eaten by five people?

"Feng Yin, you don't know, I liked you at first sight, why did you say you looked so beautiful, this little face, white and tender."

The only woman, Ms. Wen Xuelan, gave full play to her gender advantages and grabbed Feng Yin's hand, as if she and Feng Yin were a family.

The other four old men, when they looked at Wen Xuelan, hated it in their hearts.

Why aren't they women?

"Feng Yin, right, I see that your writing is really good, have you practiced, how about the brush words, I know a little bit about it, let's discuss it?"

Xu Mingshan immediately found the topic and narrowed the relationship with Feng Yin.

Before Feng Yin could answer, Du Lanting, who painted landscapes, also spoke: "Feng Yin, you should have a foundation in painting, this bun is really beautiful." ”

After Du Lanting finished speaking, the corners of the mouth of the musical instrument master Hu Dashan couldn't help twitching.

You are a painter of ink paintings, and you praise other people's buns for their good looks? You're a shameless stink.

"Hehe, girl, do you like musical instruments, I have a few tickets here, take them for you to play."

After Hu Dashan finished speaking, he received the condemning glances of the four people.

Xu Mingshan: Gifts? Why didn't he think of it.

Duranting: This old guy just looks like a big grin, old liar.

Wen Xuelan: It's okay, I'm a woman, I have an advantage over them, hold on.

Mizukiyama: The wind groans? What are you looking for?

Shui Mushan is the most active, but he doesn't care about ordinary trivial things, and he doesn't have a few years to live in life, eating and drinking well is the biggest wish of the five of them.

Of course, there are some principles that cannot be violated.

The wind in the center of the storm had only one thought in her heart: Did she use too much energy?