After waiting for a few minutes, Zhao Yunxi came out of the bathroom and turned to Han Feng. "Han Feng, how many natives did you choose?"
Han Feng raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile, "No matter how many I choose, you don't believe it anyway, so don't ask."
Zhao Yunxi looked at Han Feng deeply and said, "Since you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Let's go back."
Han Feng smiled slightly, "The toilet has been cleaned for you. You three can come again tomorrow."
Cleaning the shabby toilets in this kind of facility is a disgusting task.
However, with four corn plants there, he didn't need to do anything.
No matter how much shit there is, these four guys can lick it clean.
Zhao Yunxi and the other two looked at each other, feeling a little ashamed, and left without saying a word.
"Brothers, charge!"
Four corn stalks rushed into the toilet like crazy.
When Han Feng was about to continue drinking the rice porridge, he suddenly discovered that the pan was clean and not even a grain of rice was left.
What is going on?
Where's the rice porridge?
Han Feng stared at the frying pan, "Small iron pot, where's the rice porridge?"
The frying pan was silent, like a mute.
Han Feng suddenly remembered that he had muted Pingdipan for an hour and then forgot about it.
I knew it, Pan has been a little too quiet these days.
It turns out he was banned.
Han Feng coughed lightly and said, "Remove the ban on the frying pan."
Frying Pan cried, "Wow...Brother, you finally remembered me! Do you know how I've been living these days? It's been a life worse than death!"
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