Chapter 921 Kill the pig and eat the meat in the vermicelli pot(2/2)
"That's right, how can Chef Feng have a bad taste in his actions?"
Zhang Han, Hu Xiaofeng, Hu Min and others all filled a small bowl and started eating it. Li Feng did not treat himself badly and made a bowl. Hehe, the pig blood was added with some salt, and the taste was really good.
“It’s delicious.”
"Fans are so wise."
"Pig blood and tender."
“The soup tastes good.”
Li Feng smiled. "It's like a soup. Go back and make some big bones and cook them. Let's eat them again in the evening. Then the soup will be really awesome."
"I am worthy of being Chef Feng, and I am really high in pork bone soup for vermicelli."
Li Feng had a good meal and started to work hard again. Zhang Han and Hu Xiaofeng followed suit. As the fans became more and more, not only the audience and the guests in the live broadcast room were a little confused.
"Fengzi, this is planning to open a fan workshop. How many fans do you want to become?"
"That's not right, what are you doing?"
The live broadcast room was full of bing joked, saying that the fans made by Li Feng could be picked out and sold, and the rows of shelves were filled with long sticks. Not to mention that a few people had eaten for two days, they might not be able to finish it in a week.
"Are you doing it?"
Zhang Han and Hu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly. "Xiao Feng, we can't finish eating so many fans."
Li Feng smiled. "Brother Han, Brother Hu, you have some rest first, I'll make some more. Before coming, everyone in the Huajiao live broadcast room would bring some specialties back. Brothers..., these fans are good as specialties, one hundred copies."
"Wow, wow, Fengzi is mighty."
"No problem, Fengzi's fans are definitely better than any specialty."
"I didn't expect that Fengzi would still think about everyone when he went abroad. Hahaha, I'm poor. Hurry up and draw in the live broadcast room. One hundred copies, you won't forget it." said the eldest cousin. "Hehe, I'll ask my wife to go to the live broadcast room."
I am a poor b. These house managers immediately withdrew from the live broadcast room of No. 5, entered the live broadcast room of Huajiao Yiye Liufeng, and began to prepare for the lottery.
Li Feng continued to be a fan here, but he forgot to check the task. After finishing it, he checked the task. The task was completed more than an hour ago. It was enough for each person to have half a pound of love. Now Li Feng made a pound of five per person.
One hundred and fifty kilograms, Li Feng muttered, what should I do? Look at the pork, Li Feng's eyes lit up. There are still two days left, and he will go back at noon on the seventh day. In total, there are only five meals in total. No matter how much Li Feng and others eat, they can't finish the pork and the vermicelli.
Besides, there are some better tofu, a large bag of salt, and a large bowl of oil.
“What treat?”
Chapter completed!