Chapter 971: Knowing the Wind Yin

The wind groaned and left.

There is no mud and water to walk.

Mizuki couldn't understand the wind moaning all of a sudden? Didn't she have something to do with them?

No.

Mizuki was firm in his judgment, and he felt that he was still very accurate in seeing people.

He suddenly laughed, understanding Wind Groan's calculations.

This is probably hanging them with this meal of meat in front of them, right?

Mizuki shook his head secretly in his heart, although it was delicious, it would not let them take the initiative to ask for it.

But how can a young girl in her twenties be so sophisticated and calm?

Mizuki didn't have much time to think about it, because the meat was divided.

There are two pieces of Dongpo meat, which is actually quite large.

But there are also many people.

There are five of them, and no one will let anyone divide them, and it is somewhat difficult to divide the two pieces of meat into five equal parts.

In the end, at Mizukisheng's suggestion, the smallest part could be divided into the broth, so he gave up.

The moment this hard-won bite of meat entered his mouth, Mizuki wanted to cry.

The flag that had just been erected was pulled out and thrown away by him in a blink of an eye.

This bite of meat is worth it!

It's worth it!

If it weren't for the wrong timing, he would have wanted to chase him out now, begging Feng Yin to share him.

"Oh my God, God treats me well, so that I can still eat this mouthful of meat in my lifetime....woowoooooooo

Xu Mingshan cried.

Xu Mingshan, who didn't let go of the last bit of meat scrap, sat down on the chair, looked out of the door, and said obsessively: "How will I face other meat in the future, how should I live in the future!" โ€

Xu Mingshan didn't really cry, but he was really sad when he said it.

After eating such a good thing, how did he face those ordinary foods.

At the same moment, there were several other people who sighed with him.

The five of them sat and stood, and all the bowls were eaten, even the soup was dipped in the steamed buns and eaten.

The residual taste in their mouths made them reluctant to drink even a sip of water, and wanted to keep this taste for a long time.

Mizuki reminisced about the taste on the tip of his tongue, let out a long breath, looked at the four people sitting and asked, "Do you still want to eat?" โ€

With a brush, he was burned by the burning gaze of the four people.

Well, there's nothing else you don't understand!

He sat down, broke it open, and explained it to the four of them.

"So, Feng Yin should have something to ask for, understand?"

After Mizuki finished speaking, the four of them understood.

Calligrapher Xu Mingshan was the first to speak: "So, what do I have to give in exchange for a piece of meat?" โ€

Landscape painting Du Lanting pretended to be contemplative and said: "Is it okay to send money?" โ€

Embroidery Wen Xuelan nodded and asked, "When will it be delivered?" โ€

Hu Dashan was silent for a minute, stared at Shui Mushan and asked, "You have already seen it, why don't you keep her?" โ€

Shui Mushan looked at the four people speechlessly, why was he wrong or was he wrong?

But they are all seventy or eighty years old, and they are too lazy to care so much.

"Old man Guan must have her contact information, let's find old man Guan as an intermediaryโ€”โ€”-"

"No need!"

Wen Xuelan held her mobile phone, placed it in the middle of the five people, and pointed to a photo on an encyclopedia.

"Wind moaning, isn't it? It's quite famous, but it's not easy for the little girl. โ€

With Wen Xuelan's search, there are a lot of news about Feng Yin.

When the others looked at it, they also searched with their mobile phones, and finally came to a conclusion: Feng Yin loves money and has a lot of skills.

So, they're going to send money?

When it comes to money, there is really no shortage of them.

Being able to buy delicious food with money is really the best deal for them.

Only Mizuki stared at Feng Yin's information for a while, and he felt that Feng Yin would not ask for money.

She, the picture is not small.