As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

How could a person who had eaten top-notch delicacies still care about clear vegetables and porridge? Feng Liqi couldn't help but set her sights on Professor Mo. If he could keep her full, she would really fulfill his wish.

Professor Mo looked at the bowl in his hand and suddenly understood why he was treated differently. He understood that if he really asked his friends to say goodbye together, his friends would definitely not act, and they would all be sincere. However, how could he deserve to be so respected? Four words, how could he have the nerve to use these four words to describe his friend.

They are just a bunch of bad old men trying to make amends for the wrong things that humans have done in the past for the sake of environmental protection. They are ready to say that they are make ups rather than creators. Those who invent great creations are truly virtuous and respected.

Professor Mo couldn't bear to reject the girl in front of him, whose eyes seemed to be shining. He smiled and nodded, "I don't have any highly respected friends, but I have three or four friends who also like the green peacock. Waiting for the TV reporter and..."

Professor Mo pointed at Mayor Kuang and the others, "After they leave, we will officially start the work, and I will ask them to come over to help. By then, they will definitely kneel down sincerely to worship the Mountain Goddess to help the earth."

Feng Liqi slapped Professor Mo on the shoulder, "This is what I've been waiting for. I believe you, come and eat loquats!"

Feng Liqi took out a big, yellow loquat and handed it to Professor Mo, "Eat two more bites of rice later. I saw you were very happy today, so I won't compete with you for food. Move quickly when eating. You If you're too polite, you'll get hungry, do you understand?"

It's such a big loquat. Everyone on the scene felt a little uncomfortable, especially the secretary. They all tried hard to please this little girl, but she didn't give her any face. What should I do? Professor Mo was the one who took it seriously. I really worshiped the Mountain Goddess.

They played the piano again and offered loquat ointment to each other. Now they gave it to Big Loquat and told him to have a good meal later. It's not that he was jealous, he just felt a little sour. How about they also go and say goodbye?

Feng Liqi feels a little bit of the power of faith. Is this generation of believers mainly about rebellion? He told them that if they worship the Mountain Goddess, they will get gifts, but they don't listen and they all come to please themselves. Now that they see the old man getting favors alone, they think of worshiping the Mountain Goddess again. Really, the disobedient children really want to be spanked.

After everyone's joint efforts, the bamboo shoots were loaded into the car. The bamboo shoots were not peeled, so the shelf life will be longer. It will be the same tomorrow when Xiao Zhao comes to take them away.

Everyone worked together, Lao Zhu weighed, Ding purchased and counted, Wei and Di purchased and carried the scales in categories, Li Jingqi and the others picked everything back from the mountain, even Commissioner Zhou was covered in mud, and finally weighed all the bamboo fungus. .

"A total of 108 yuan for 162000 kilograms of top-grade products, 195 yuan for a total of 234000 kilograms of medium-to-higher products, 400 yuan for a middle-to-lower defective product, a total of 300 yuan for a total of 120000 kilograms, and a total of 516000 yuan. Brother Xiaoqi, do you still want to transfer your bank card? ?" In order to stimulate the villagers, Lao Zhu did not plan to pay the bill after returning, but paid directly in cash. These villagers would be more motivated to pick sunflower seeds.

Everyone was really shocked by this figure. The sunflower seeds picked for just one day were actually sold for so much money. They were all a little excited. It was wild and had no capital.

Li Jingqi smiled so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, but his sense was still there. He couldn't accept the money. Even if Lao Zhu calculated it clearly, he was afraid that the children of these old people would not know clearly and might say that the children were filial. , but where is the wife? Where is my grandson’s wife? Not every girl who gets married is Zhang Hui.

"Give me Mr. De. This is the property of the village. The people participating today will be divided equally according to their heads. I, Mr. De, will divide it. If Ninth Po, it won't be mine. It will be counted as my grandpa's share. Where is my Mr. De?" Li Jing Qi found that everyone was there, but the village leader Li Jiande was missing.

Jiupo smiled awkwardly and said, "Master De is looking for his bank card. You know we don't use it often. Come on, I'll call him over."

After an afternoon of drinking, she should have woken up. If she didn't wake up, she would be tortured. Po Jiu was a little angry. Really, such a big thing happened in the village, and he was actually drunk. The old man must put away all his wine. 51. , there are 17 people going up the mountain today, and everyone can share [-]. If Li Jiande is here and they don’t have [-], it feels like they have missed [-] million. Fortunately, Boss Zhu and the others will continue to collect, otherwise, his heart will be bleeding. .

Jiu Po ​​trotted home and called Li Jiande.

Commissioner Zhou took a deep look at the calm Feng Liqi. There really were people who regarded money as dirt, or they had bigger plans. Commissioner Zhou followed Li Jingqi up the mountain and saw the living environment of the bamboo fungus on the mountain. Only then did he give up the idea that the villagers would Pretending to be a professional fraud to deceive consumers, Jingu Village is really sitting on a treasure mountain without knowing it. This is the first time they sell bamboo fungus, and they have harvested so much. It is terrible.

Hearing that all changes in the village were due to Feng Liqi's arrival, Commissioner Zhou became even more curious about Feng Liqi.

"Okay, okay, everyone, hurry up and take your seats. The food is almost cold. Let's eat first and then talk about anything else after eating. Don't worry, Boss Zhu. We have long-term cooperation and we trust you. When the village chief finds the bank card, he will give it to you." ." Mr. Li asked everyone to sit down quickly. They were already hungry after working hard all afternoon.

It doesn’t matter if there is a lot of money, but it can’t be used as food, so it’s better to eat quickly. Despite his young age, Xiao Chu really knows how to cook. They are already so hungry that they can swallow an elephant. This group of people smells so fragrant. I still have other things on my mind. Really, if I am not active in eating, I have a problem with my head.

"Okay, we're going to serve the food now. Please sit down, everyone!" Li Jingqi seemed to be resurrected again, walking into the kitchen and bringing out a big plate, "The first dish, squirrel fish!"

The moment the lid is opened, the head is raised and the tail is raised. The color is cute, the shape is like a squirrel, and it squeaks.

Everyone moved in unison and swallowed their saliva. The oldest person present was Professor Mo, and the most senior person in the village was Mr. Li. Everyone looked at the two of them expectantly, "Okay, don't wait for Jiande, let's get started!"

Mr. Li was the first to take a piece of fish and was instantly immersed in the sweet, sour and crunchy taste. Mr. Li didn't know how to describe his feelings. He had eaten a lot of fish, but at this moment he felt it was less than what the chef had cooked. It was also extremely delicious, so delicious that he wanted to sing a song.

But before Mr. Li could express his emotion, the squirrel fish had been swept away by the wind, leaving only a taro with no fish meat and a solitary skeleton. Wu Jingnian actually picked up the plate and tried to sweep away the soup, which was a bit embarrassing.

Li Jingqi, who had already secretly tasted the fish, shouted, "Don't be anxious, don't panic, there will be more delicious food later, everyone, please make your stomach empty, the good food will be served soon."

Then came the braised chicken with taro and bamboo shoots, the braised rabbit, the roasted bamboo shoots with honey, and the braised pork ribs with potatoes. Each dish was carefully arranged by Chef Yu, but within a minute it ended up like the squirrel fish.

Li Jingqi quickly ran in and out to serve the dishes, and couldn't help but complain, did these people taste it? It’s not like Zhu Bajie eats ginseng fruit or swallows jujube without knowing the taste. The waste is less than the hard work of cooking.