Feng Yin wondered if she was exerting too much force, and always felt that she had changed from the role of a big bad wolf to a little sheep.

The originally planned five big guys turned into hungry big bad wolves.

They are really hungry.

Just when a few people were offering treasures, the rich and sweet meat aroma hooked people not far away.

Several bigwigs were gluttonous, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, their eyes moved, and landed on the kitchen table that served as a podium.

There, it's Dongpo meat made by the wind.

In the whole classroom, there was a smell of meat ten minutes ago, but it was not as fragrant as it is now.

The current meat fragrance is a kind of incense that hooks people into the soul and penetrates the thread, making the tip of your tongue secrete saliva unconsciously, your steps are unconsciously approaching, and your eyes are reluctant to move away.

The five people of Xiang all forgot what they were doing just now.

At this moment, there is only one thought in my head: I want to eat!

After seeing the expressions of several people, Feng Yin outside the sight of the five people, summed it up in his heart: It is indeed too strong.

Feng Yin thought that his cooking skills were not enough, so he wrote down the recipe and simply drew a stick figure, just to throw bricks and attract jade.

But now it seems that her cooking skills are really good.

In the matter of praising himself, Feng Yin never hesitated.

She's so good.

"That's it for today's class, and after five minutes, everyone can open their Dongpo meat and taste it."

As he spoke, Feng Yin began to clean up the table, sorting things and tidying them up, looking like he was ready to leave at any moment.

"Our own? What about this one? ”

Xu Mingshan's problem is also the problem of several other teachers.

Feng Yin pretended not to understand, and said very casually: "Teacher Guan said that I can take away the dishes I made, isn't that so?" ”

She smiled politely and continued, "I'll only take this class, and Teacher Guan will be back next week." ”

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The five people's minds synchronously extracted important information: take the meat away, and there will be no chance to eat it in the future?

How can this work?

After brushing it, the eyes of the four bigwigs fell on the Go master Mizukiyama, and there was a sentence in his eyes: You are the smartest, you are on.

The relationship between the five people who can open a small stove together is naturally good.

Shuimushan thought about a few people in an instant, and he knew that Feng Yin should not only come to cook a meal.

She's using a meal as a hook, and she's having a plan.

The fragrance wafting from the wings of his nose was even stronger, and the saliva secreted in Mizuki Pass made him laugh out loud.

Never mind.

They're old guys, and it's better to be happier than anything else.

Shuimushan never admits that he is greedy, saying that he is open-minded and conscious.

He struggled to shift his gaze away from the crockpot and look at the wind moaning as he packed his things.

"Little Wind, ......"

A small sentence of wind made the corners of Feng Yin's eyes twitch.

Looking at Shui Musheng's unchanged expression, Feng Yin secretly patted in his heart.

No wonder he can become a Go master, his emotions are not leaky, and he is absolutely qualified.

"Teacher Shui, what's wrong with you?"

The wind groaned knowingly, and looked at Mizuki Sheng frankly.

At this moment, Mizuki Sheng was a little impressed by the wind chanting.

No matter what the purpose of Feng Yin is, this stable mood is really a good seedling for playing Go.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Mizuki pulled the topic back, pointed to the crockpot in front of him and said, "I don't know if you can let us taste it too, and also give us a space to improve." ”