Villa Dongdu.

Wu Lan was still shaking the wine in the glass, and the person was slightly drunk: Xiao Rongzi, it's time to hand over again, should you bet another bottle of aged wine?

Zhang Guangrong looked at Wu Lan with a resentful look: I'm still betting with you, I'm stupid! This brat is getting more and more perverted. If we had known that he could be like this, we would be so nervous. Now, we can't use all the preliminary preparations anymore, and I feel so bored.

I don’t even see whose son it is, I should have the foresight!

The blind cat meets the dead mouse!

Xiao Rongzi, I think you are tired of living.

Wu Lan narrowed her eyes and wanted to beat someone with bad intentions. Zhang Guangrong was so scared that he quickly flashed and changed the topic: By the way, Sister Lan, I heard a news today. The organizer seemed to want to speed up the progress, but I don’t know if it was true?

I have heard of it, probably this kid is the one who is hurt, but the fact is that it is the same. Just such a big island can withstand how much harvest can it be. Apart from this kid, look at how other players are so miserable. Now, in the major lists around the world, except for the American duck who died and was hard and did not change their rankings, which list is not determined by me, the brat, is the first. If you don’t speed up the progress, the more you drag it back, the more you will be unfavorable to them.

Yes, when others are junglers, he is farming. Seeing his vibrant appearance on the island, even I want to go on vacation.

There are opportunities. When the competition is over, we will form a group and ask this brat to make delicious food for us every day and live in a big villa. By the way, we will also hold the wedding for them, which will be perfect.

Well, are you too optimistic? You haven’t even had a single horoscope yet. You know the subsequent competition, it’s not that simple.

Anla, haven't you seen it yet, this kid still doesn't know how much clums he has hidden, and even with his pets, there is no danger. By the way, how is the other team?

What else can you do? Let’s fight with Yamato team as if you are alive. This time, both sides were injured again, and Zhang Zhengguo is going crazy.

Aren't this old fox so many conspiracies? Isn't it useful?

I just shot myself in the foot. I have already found out before that supporter was their undercover agent. As a result, the good plan was accidentally destroyed by the brat. Now Yamato feels that they did it on purpose and others don’t do it, so I just mess with them. If I have something to do, I like to switch to their live broadcast room to check it out, and I’m so happy.

Oh? I haven't seen it yet, so I can hurry up and make it satisfy me.

As the picture changed, most of the time for the game was paid. The Huaxia and Yamato groups who were supposed to pay were all sitting on the shore, watching nervously and constantly looking at the sky.

What are they doing?

After switching between the channels of the two live broadcast rooms in turn, Wu Lan looked curious.

What else can I do? I am afraid of being humiliated. No one dares to leave the island early. I am afraid that the latter will steal the house as soon as I leave. Therefore, they will not leave until the last moment.

Is there any such operation?

Sister Lan, don’t you just stare at the bad guys every day, right? Most teams are like this now. Except for the bad guys, basically everyone gives up on resisting. No one in the other group is in danger. At this stage, they are originally more careful in calculating. The losses of a tool or shelter can cause great fluctuations.

It can also be said that most players nowadays don’t think about how to collect more food and win the first place, but how to kill an opponent and advance easily, because everyone knows that only those who persist until the end are the real winners. So after the last time they handed over, they all chose to keep one hand and store more food and use it for critical moments. In this regard, you have also seen where the German players. If it weren’t for the brat who accidentally discovered their secret base and took it lightly, they might have been experiencing a huge amount of resources.

Well, fortunately these things have nothing to do with us. Today, I have actually received many calls from people, including France, Russia, and Han Guo. They all sent representatives to negotiate with me, but I pushed them.

It's right to push it. Leave it to this kid to decide for himself. What we have to do now is to get involved less, so as to avoid being like Zhang Zhengguo, who is not a human inside or outside.

Well, so, I haven't even been to the headquarters for this period of time, just don't want to deal with those people.

Yes, drinking is the only way out.

That's right, come and do it!

On the island, no matter what the situation outside turned out, Tang Ming sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. He went into the sea several times alone, caught a full 10 large scallops before stopping his movements.

However, there are many catches, and if you really remove the shells and skirt, the remaining shell pillars will be less than the one-net pocket, and after drying, there will be less.

Here we were dealing with scallops and oysters. On the other hand, the African brothers also had a tacit understanding and dug a picnic pit for Tang Ming, collected firewood, and under Tang Ming's command, they washed a lot of onions, carrots, peppers and other things out.

After Dagen's firewood was burned almost the same, the things Tang Ming brought back were basically processed.

Asked the African brothers to get the appropriate charcoal out and spread the grilled oysters, Tang Ming took the big iron pot from the boat.

With the lesson from last time, this time he learned to be smart and came to the Central Island, he had to prepare for the big things. Otherwise, there would be at least six people like Lao Tie and himself, plus some people who are good at Qiufeng, so the pot would be too small to be able to carry it.

Besides, now that I have a golden pot, I can carry it everywhere, and I won’t feel too distressed if it is broken or lost.

Wash all skirts in a pot, drain with a basket, add a little salt and pepper to set aside.

Then, Tang Ming took the side dishes prepared by his African brothers, cut all the peppers, radish, onions, and ginger into shreds, and minced garlic.

After getting these done, Tang Mingchao added a lot of firewood to the pit. Under the raging fire, he put the iron pot on and added a lot of lard to the pot.

With the sound of sniffing, the unique fragrance of lard began to spread across the beach, making many contestants who hadn't eaten oil for a long time unable to help swallowing their saliva.

When the oil was hot, Tang Ming picked up the basket with the skirt and poured it down.

Under the heat of hot oil, the large iron pot flipped rapidly in Tang Ming's hand. In just a few seconds, the frying skirt was shrinking and deformed. Then, Tang Ming poured all the side dishes into the pot in order. After turning them quickly a few times, several bottles appeared on his hand, and soy sauce was poured in one by one. Finally, a mouthful of Huadiao wine was poured into the pot, and the flames rushed straight to the sky.
Chapter completed!