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Everyone looked at the cups of green paste on the table, with expressions full of resistance. Zheng He, who was the first to test the poison, declared his death after taking the first sip.

He despaired: "This is not for people to drink!"

Zheng He's expression was too ferocious, and his tone of voice was too real. Those who originally wanted to pinch their noses and drink it all backed away in fear.

Zhao Mengqiang said: "I think I can, I drink vegetable juice every morning, it shouldn't be much different."

——Zhao Meng died in battle.

When Lu Huansheng walked to the table, everyone hurriedly advised: "Brother Lu! Don't force yourself!"

"Brother Lu! If you insist on forcing yourself, we won't compete with you for this table of green and healthy drinks!"

Lu Huansheng smiled slightly, picked up a cup of green paste, drank it without changing his face, and then said to everyone: "The taste is not bad."

"Brother Lu...warrior." Zheng He was surprised from ear to ear.

Fei Wei asked suspiciously: "Zheng He and Zhao Meng are acting, right? I also think it shouldn't be that bad."

Zhao Meng: "Then try it, you will know how it tastes after you try it!"

Fei Wei picked up the glass, didn't have the courage to look at the green paste inside, and drank it down with his eyes closed.

After drinking, his face was as pale as a cloud.

The green ones will shine.

Fei Wei: "Lu Huansheng...missed me!"

Lu Huansheng smiled and said, "I really think it's okay."

Everyone looked at him like a monster. How could this man speak nonsense with his eyes open and speak so confidently?Could this be the actor's acting skills?

Wen Ning also went to pick up a glass. He shook the glass, and found that the paste was very thick, and the real juice could not be seen when shaking it. If there was less water, it might not be paste, but solid. He brought the rim of the cup to his mouth, ready to suffocate in one breath - as for the taste, he would definitely not want to sip it slowly.

Just as he was about to drink it, Lu Huansheng suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Wen Ning looked up at him.

Lu Huansheng took the cup of glutinous rice with his other hand, and said with a smile, "I think it's good, so I don't need your help, go and sit next to me."

Fei Wei said shyly, "Xiao Lu, since you think it's good, how about—"

Lu Huansheng restrained his smile, and said righteously: "Wen Ning is going to help me drink, and he is not being punished. Brother Fei, if you are punished, accept the punishment."

Fei Wei: "..."

When they drank up the bitter gourd and Houttuynia cordata, everyone except Lu Huansheng was like an eggplant, feeling that life had reached its lowest point at this moment.

Then they were led to the second floor of the restaurant—the restaurant was decorated in an ancient style, and it was very simple, without any extra decorations. In the private room, there was only a round table and a cabinet. The waiter was wearing shorts and introduced to them: " Sliced ​​chicken, sweet-skinned duck, spicy pork sausage with braised elbow, steamed fresh fish with steamed meat, sweet and sour tenderloin with smoldering chicken wings..."

After reporting the name of the dish like a cross talk, the waiter said to them: "Our store doesn't have any of them."

Everyone: "..."

Fei Wei: "Excuse me, what do you have in your store?"

Waiter: "The director has already ordered for you, one serving of wild duck balls, one serving of car claws, one serving of honey ham, and one serving of saury."

Fei Wei: "No more?"

The waiter nodded: "No more."

Fei Wei: "...we have fourteen people."

Waiter: "But only one group of people can eat."

The waiter also thoughtfully said: "Others have white rice and pickles, and our pickles are also very good."

The waiter also said: "The dishes in our family follow the ancient method, all of which are on the menu of the garden, and the ingredients are also carefully selected, not talking about meat and vegetables, only seasoning, and the soy sauce used is all Autumn oil, the first batch of soy sauce in late autumn, has a strong taste and a lingering aftertaste, which you can't eat outside, only in this restaurant."

They have been running all morning, and they are already hungry. Don't talk about giving them food now, even if they are given a piece of tasteless bread, they can eat with relish.

But listening to the waiter's narration, saliva was still secreted from his mouth.

Fei Wei: "Speak directly! What are the rules of the game?"

The rules of the game are very simple, that is, you draw and I guess, one person from a group is selected to draw, and the others guess, and the guess is an idiom.

It is conceivable that this idiom must not be simple.

Fei Wei was ready to move, and proposed to Wen Ning and Lu Huansheng: "Let me paint, my painting skills are top-notch."

Wen Ning looked to Lu Huansheng for confirmation.

Lu Huansheng nodded.

Fei Wei clasped his hands triumphantly.

Then Lu Huansheng said: "The technique of drawing caterpillars is first-rate."

Fei Wei's smile froze on his face.

Lu Huansheng: "Wen Ning is here to paint."

Fei Wei said sadly: "Why! Did Wen Ning learn to draw?"

Wen Ning is also very confused: "I have never learned to draw."

Lu Huansheng: "I think even if you haven't learned how to draw, you should be better than Fei Ge in capturing the shape."

Wen Ning felt that since Lu Huansheng trusted him so much, even if he had never learned painting, he would work hard!

Fei Wei felt that Lu Huansheng would rather believe in Wen Ning than himself, which only proved that Lu Huansheng's emphasis on sex over friends was already serious.

After the paper and pens are ready, everyone who is selected to draw gets an idiom.

What Wen Ning got was "let the tiger go back to the mountain".

Wen Ning first drew a tiger—two large circles, four small circles representing the body and legs, and a slender tail, and then wrote the character king on the large circle representing the head.

Then, the mountains were represented by undulating wavy lines. To show that the tiger was released, Wen Ning also drew a broken rope beside it.

He feels that the painting is perfect, even a child can see it at a glance.

However, before him, Zhao Meng and Le Lin had already drawn them. There were five groups in total, and Wen Ning was the third to raise his hand.

Zhao Meng drew a picture of unknown purpose. Several semicircular lines were stacked parallel to each other on the paper, and then there were several vertical lines in the middle.

Ren Qin and Jiang Heng had a total of four chances to guess.

"What a mess?"

"Horizontal and vertical?"

"A mess?"

"Incessant like a thread?"

Waiter: "Wrong, please post the correct answer."

Zhao Meng said angrily: "Qi pierces Changhong! Qi pierces Changhong! Look at these semicircular lines, this is a rainbow, and the vertical line in the middle represents the rising air flow!"

Ren Qin and Jiang Heng: "..."

How powerful the discrimination ability must be to see that this is Qi Penetrating Changhong...

It was Le Lin's turn next, and Le Lin shyly opened his painting.

——On a piece of white paper, there are a bunch of messy lines on one side, and a bunch of flowers that seem to come from a three-year-old child on the other.

His team members immediately shouted: "It's a mess!"

Le Lin's expression froze, this...why does it look like a mess, so obvious!

"Blooming flowers!"

"Beautiful as a flower!"

"The chaotic flowers are becoming more and more charming!"

Le Lin broke down: "Why are there still poems! This is mixed! It's mixed!"

Team member: "..."

Turning around indifferently, we would rather eat white rice and pickles.

It was Wen Ning's turn, and Wen Ning turned the painting around.

I saw a creature with a king character on its forehead, a long and slender tail like a mouse, a snake drawn in two beside it, and a wavy line in front of it that should be a mountain.

Wen Ning looked at Lu Huansheng expectantly.

Lu Huansheng: "It's anticlimactic."

Wen Ning: "..."

Fei Wei: "The tiger falls in Pingyang!"

It was Lu Huansheng's turn. Lu Huansheng went through all the idioms with the word tiger, and said confidently: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain."

The waiter reminded: "There is one last chance left."

At this moment, Fei Wei had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: "Let the tiger go back to the mountain!"

Waiter: "Correct."

Fei Wei grabbed Lu Huansheng's hand excitedly, but Lu Huansheng avoided it indiscriminately. Fei Wei raised his head and laughed, "I'm such a genius!"

Although Lu Huansheng didn't guess it, Fei Wei guessed it right, and Wen Ning was also very happy. He showed his white teeth at Fei Wei: "Brother Fei, do I draw very clearly?"

Fei Wei: "...No, your tiger has a mouse tail and a dead snake under its feet. The painting on the mountain is like the waves of the sea. I can guess it all because I chose the best idiom among all possible idioms. Impossible one."

Wen Ning: "Are my paintings so abstract?"

Lu Huansheng nodded deeply beside him.

But no matter what, their group won the victory, and they didn't have to eat white rice with pickles.

Four dishes were brought to the table, the first one was saury, and the waiter was still introducing: "This saury, our master cuts the fish fillets with a sharp knife, then pulls out the fishbone with tweezers, and uses ham soup, chicken soup and bamboo shoot soup After simmering, although it looks light, the fish fillets are tender and smooth, with a layered taste, light but not weak."

He introduced three other dishes.

The others were drooling when they heard this, but all they had was white rice and pickles.

Wen Ning took a bite of the fish fillet, and his eyes widened in amazement—the waiter's boastful words were really not bragging!

The fish meat is firm and delicate, fresh and sweet in the mouth, and the aroma is rich but not mixed when chewing. He is reluctant to swallow the fish fillet.

Fei Wei picked vegetables like crazy. Although Lu Huansheng didn't say anything, he picked vegetables much faster than before. He even rescued the last piece of honey ham from Fei Wei's chopsticks and put it in Wen Ning's bowl.

Wen Ning was sweet in his heart, and honey ham was also sweet.

The others looked at them enviously, numbly sending rice into their mouths.

Although pickles are good, they are still pickles.

Fei Wei continued to show off: "Oh, this fish fillet is so fresh! The duck balls are fragrant and chewy, not at all offensive. It's a pity that you won't be able to eat them anymore, but it's okay, I will eat more, just eat it." When you've all eaten."

Zhao Meng: "Brother Fei, divide me up. You see, I was treated as a traitor in the morning, and my young heart was hurt. I promise that I will never cheat you when I play ghosts and catch people in the afternoon."

Fei Wei looked regretful: "I really want to, but who told you not to be as smart as me and guess the correct answer?"

"Work harder next time."

Everyone: "..."

Even though I'm arranging for a show, I'm still very angry!