"Rice! Do you have any rice? I want to eat it in soup!"
“..........”
For a moment, everyone praised Meng Fei's craftsmanship.
Originally Meng Fei thought that he could save a lot of beef, but with the workers joining in, it was still not enough, so he ordered two more bundles of noodles to fill everyone's stomachs.
After eating, everyone leaned back in their chairs, stroking their round bellies, with a look of comfort and enjoyment on their faces.
Master Zhao held his stomach with one hand and supported the back of the chair with the other. He slowly stood up and said to the workers:
"Well, I ate too much tonight. The work schedule tonight is cancelled. Everyone should go back and rest early. Ouch~~~ My stomach is about to explode."
After hearing what Master Zhao said, everyone burst into laughter.
After cleaning up the tables, chairs, dishes and chopsticks, Meng Fei went back to the house to rest.
Cui Chaoxing was arranged to live in the west room of Meng Fei's house.
Master Zhao and the workers brought their own tents, so he didn't have to worry about it.
As night falls and time passes, the workers' whispers gradually disappear, replaced by tranquility and peace.
The night wind blew gently, rustling the leaves.
At this moment, people have fallen asleep, and everything seems so peaceful and beautiful in this quiet little village.
Sudden!
A few wolf howls were heard from the distant hillside.
Because of the distance, the sound was masked by the rustling of leaves.
But at this moment, the wolf king, who was curled up in the haystack, pricked up his ears, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and stared at the direction where the sound came from with excitement.
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