[Name: Liu Zhenhua.] 】

[Prestige: 34.] 】

[Current Force Members: 34 (refreshed in the early hours of the morning.] 】

[Current prestige meal: a bowl of white porridge, a plate of mustard/day/person (refreshed in the early morning every day), each serving can provide a little prestige (1000 prestige required to upgrade). 】

[Maximum number of grants: 50 (200 reputation required to level up.] 】

This is the first time that Liu Zhenhua has a huge amount of money, thirty-four points of prestige, and there are not many things that can be bought, even if it is a garbage firecracker, it costs a hundred prestige, and it costs two prestige to fill ammunition.

At Liu Zhenhua's current level, unless it is necessary, he will not look at this kind of disposable luxury at all.

Early in the morning, Liu Zhenhua had thirty-three bowls of white porridge and mustard in front of him.

Thirty-three people looked at the white porridge and mustard in front of them, and they were shocked by the scale of the number.

The bowls of white porridge and the bowl of noodles are level, they look full of portions, the mustard is pointy, and the dishes are bubbling with oil stars, they can all imagine how crisp and delicious the mustard is.

"Thank you, Stove..."

Twenty-nine people knelt down in unison, their faces were fanatical, and their mouths shouted, what a serving! Doesn't this mean that no matter how many people they have, they can each person have a bowl of white porridge and a mustard, and their white porridge and mustard will not be eaten because of the large number of people.

The four members of the Zhao family didn't know Liu Zhenhua's vest, seeing this scene, listening to the sound of their voices shouting, Zhao Shicheng suddenly pulled the three brothers and sisters to kneel down directly.

"Thank you, Stove God!"

Zhao Shicheng's heart was shocked, he knew the god of the stove, yesterday Liu Zhenhua conjured up white porridge out of thin air, he felt that something was wrong with this person, but he didn't expect it to be a god.

Thirty-three people, thirty-three bowls of white porridge.

In Zhao Shicheng's opinion, Liu Zhenhua doesn't need to eat, so there are thirty-three bowls of white porridge just right.

Zhao Wanrong and Zhao Wanyu lowered their heads, and could only see Liu Zhenhua's feet, and their minds were full of Liu Zhenhua's smiling face.

"Are the gods so approachable?"

The two women thought in their hearts that Liu Zhenhua brought the white porridge to them with his own hands last night, and spoke to them so softly.

"This white porridge and mustard, three servings for the four members of the Zhao family," Liu Zhenhua said, he looked at the four members of the Zhao family, "Go forward and get the porridge, and then go and eat it directly." ”

Zhao Shicheng was stunned in his heart, but he quickly reacted, and he hurriedly bowed and thanked him, "Thank you Stove God." ”

Liu Zhenhua should be at ease, and if he can't change it, he will enjoy it.

Zhao Shicheng pulled the three brothers and sisters forward, the two women held the mustard, and the two brothers took the white porridge, walked to the side and ate together.

Some people were very puzzled in their hearts, thirty-three bowls of white porridge and mustard, one for each person, why the four members of the Zhao family received three copies.

Doesn't that mean that some of them will receive more white porridge? Or less?

They looked at Liu Zhenhua in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in their hearts.

"Yesterday, Ren Manulife killed the most enemies, and got two extra white porridges, Ren Zhuo Yang Lichao, killed the second, and got an extra white porridge, and the rest of the people holding steel bars, one white porridge per person, come forward and receive it."

Liu Zhenhua held the steel bar in his hand, and pointed to the white porridge and mustard on the ground with the other hand.

Hearing this, two rows of white teeth suddenly appeared on the black face that Ren Hongli raised, "Thank you, young master!" ”

He kowtowed quickly, then stood up, and after running to the white porridge, Ren Hongli looked at his hands, and then looked at Liu Zhenhua, "Young master, I can't take this white porridge alone, I can ask my father to help me." ”

“... Random. ”

Fortunately, there is no word Versailles now, Liu Zhenhua just wants to say that you won't run two more times?

"Great! Father! ”

Ren Hongli shouted at the top of his voice, Ren Fanyi kowtowed and thanked him, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Ren Hongli deal with it, counting Ren Fanyi's share, they wanted to take four bowls of white porridge and four dishes of mustard.

Either way, you have to run a few more times.

The rest thanked each other and then divided the porridge.

Only eight people were left who were afraid yesterday.

The eight of them looked at the five bowls of white porridge and mustard left on the ground, and each of them only had half a portion.

They were also half of them yesterday, but today everyone else is a share, and the sense of disparity arises spontaneously in comparison, and then look at the few people standing together on the left and right, they suddenly understand something.

"But it's obvious that the Lord of the Stove said that he chose it voluntarily..."

They were puzzled, but no one dared to say anything, if this porridge was an official, they might still shout, but this is a fairy!

"The eight of you, divide these four bowls of white porridge and four plates of mustard."

Liu Zhenhua said the final assignment, and the people around him looked at this scene, they were not stupid, they witnessed the whole thing yesterday.

"Sure enough, no one likes anyone who just wants to eat and doesn't want to do it."

Some people sighed in their hearts.

"Fortunately, I stood up after hesitating yesterday, otherwise it would have been half a share today, or I'm afraid it would be half a share every day in the future."

Some people rejoiced in their hearts.

The emotions of the people were mixed, but none of them objected, and they received the whole white porridge, and looked down on those who were afraid yesterday.

The eight people who have half a white porridge know it, and the Lord of the Stove seems to have a heart, yesterday it was a test for them, and those who stood up not only received the divine soldiers, but also more white porridge and mustard, and regret filled their hearts.

Eating this white porridge felt a little bitter.

Just because of yesterday's cowardice, they have lost too much.

Zhao Shicheng figured out why there were only three servings of white porridge, I was afraid that it was one for one meal, but yesterday Liu Zhenhua saw that they were hungry and took out one in advance.

But he didn't understand why the eight people only had half of the share, Zhao Shicheng felt that this was very important, the companion was still like a tiger, not to mention the immortals, those eight people must have angered the stove god in some way, he wanted to know in advance to prevent it from being the same as those eight people.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't figure it out, so he had to be cheeky and take the three brothers to Yang Lichao, who seemed to be easier to talk.

"This has to start from yesterday," Yang Lichao has read the book and told his story to paint the sound.

From yesterday's discovery of the rogue, Liu Zhenhua issued divine weapons, let everyone choose voluntarily, and then took the initiative to take the lead in killing with mortal bodies.

The two brothers listened attentively, and the two sisters had bright eyes, and looked at Liu Zhenhua from time to time.

Explain.

An image of a brave and resolute stove prince with clear rewards and punishments appeared in the hearts of the two brothers, and Liu Zhenhua in the hearts of the two sisters was, a six-foot man, dignified, and mortal, and they had also heard and read some stories on weekdays.

I saw that the mortal man and the fairy bore the fruit of love, and I didn't see anyone who had ever said that the fairy and the mortal woman had ever spoken.

"Is this a magic weapon?"

The younger brother Zhao Shigong looked at Yang Lichao with bright eyes, and there were flashing steel bars on his legs.

Five big words were written on his face, envy, want to have.