Zhang Yuan opened his mouth and looked at the two people in front of him who were pulling Wang Ziyan forward, one on the left and one on the right.
He scratched his head helplessly.
Does he still need to bring this?
Hadn’t Commander Wang and Minister Wang already left with their great-granddaughters?
Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Yuan looked at the other four people and pursed his lips: "Come on, the ancestor will take you to dinner."
Hey.
He is also someone else's ancestor.
Really good.
A group of people got on the elevator.
Came to the dining area.
At this time, the chef has already prepared a table of hot pot.
Seeing these dirty kids, he smacked his lips distressedly: "Oh, why are these kids so skinny?"
"Hurry up and sit down to eat, hurry up and sit down."
His enthusiasm made Qian Fang and others feel a little overwhelmed.
They smelled the fragrance that rushed into their noses and swallowed their saliva continuously.
My eyes would occasionally fall on the hot pot.
Hot pot.
Haven't eaten it for many years.
It smells so good.
My stomach also made some growling sounds.
It made everyone feel even more distressed.
He pressed them down one by one.
Qian Fang rubbed his hands awkwardly and spoke embarrassedly.
"Well, no need for that. We're too dirty. It's not nice to have dinner with you guys."
Wang Jianguo glared at him angrily and said, "Shut up, young man. What's the point of talking about dirtiness? Just eat your meal."
Taking a look at the dishes on the table, Wang Jianguo called to the chef: "Chef, please make something light. These children must not have had a full meal in a long time. Their stomachs are very weak!"
The more I talk about it, the more sad I feel. The more sad I feel, the more I want to know what life is like in the end times.
Wang Jianguo quickly looked at Wang Ziyan and asked, "Ziyan, what do you eat in the end times?"
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