Two dark-skinned migrant workers clapped their hands and sang "Happy Birthday" to another migrant worker.
Even though their Mandarin wasn't standard and their intonation was off, passersby could still feel their simplicity and sincerity.
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at the same time.
"Hehe, kill!" Yu Hui played his last card at "Lord" Pan Tiezhu.
"Brother, can't you let me win one round?" Pan Tiezhu pouted.
He only had one bar of health left.
Right now, I don't have any peaches, I'm doomed...
"Is someone giving him blood transfusions now?" Yu Hui asked loudly.
Ye Qian, who drew the "Loyal Minister" identity card, was eliminated long ago.
Meanwhile, the "traitor" Fatty Li didn't have any peaches in his hand.
They could only watch helplessly as their "lord," Pan Tiezhu, died.
Ever since losing those two games, Yu Hui has been playing like he's on a cheat code.
Every game is a game of rebels, and every game is a win.
This made him feel much better, and his initial depression completely disappeared...
"Holy crap, it's already six o'clock."
Fatty Li glanced at his watch and said with a smile, "Xiao Yu, shouldn't you be cooking at this hour?"
"Oh right, I almost forgot."
Yu Hui stood up. "You guys play first, I need to go cook."
He glanced at the remaining ingredients on the stall and thought about it carefully.
Some dishes automatically formed in my mind.
For example, chicken thigh meat can be used to make Three Cup Chicken, and scallions can be paired with eggs to make a fragrant fried scallion dish.
With enough effort, there's no need to worry about wasting ingredients!
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