"Huh? That's a good idea." Song Zhuer's eyes lit up.
"I think it's feasible. What about you?" Deng Zhao also had a smile on his face.
"Okay." Yang Xuejian said.
"I have no objection." Gao Yuanyuan smiled slightly.
"Me neither." Cai Ji and Hua Chenyu said in unison.
"Okay, then... let's walk?" Deng Zhao said after reaching a consensus.
He came out of the kitchen with a few people and walked towards the village.
"Hmm? It smells so good. This must be fried pork with garlic sprouts." As a foodie, Chen He twitched his nostrils and sniffed the fragrance in the air.
"Really, this is the taste that only farm-grown food can have. It's so delicious," said Deng Zhao.
"I smell it too. It smells so good." Song Zhuer jumped all the way.
A fragrant smell floated in the air, tempting the few people to become greedy.
Several people followed the scent and came to Chen Muyang's house.
"Is anyone there?" Deng Zhao asked outside the house.
Put the stir-fried meat with garlic sprouts on a plate, "Yes." Chen Muyang walked out and saw Deng Zhao and the others.
"Brother Zhao, Brother He, Boss Yang, Sister Yuanyuan, Xiao Lazha, and you all, hello." Chen Muyang knew these people, but he did not know the last two top idols.
"Hello, hello." Several people greeted.
Cai Ji and Hua Chenyu both looked unhappy. Why didn’t they call our names when it came to us? Are we so unknown?
"Brother Chen Muyang, can we have a meal at your house? It's really hard to describe what's going on over there." Deng Zhao gave Song Zhuer a look, and the latter made an OK gesture and walked up to Chen Muyang and said.
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