The lovely midnight snack brought by Fengda’s agent successfully caused a wail.
But it's really good for the body.
According to him, it was a porridge made with celery leaves and spinach leaves, and stewed mint leaves were also added.
After hearing the recipe, Fu Jiu felt that he would have to keep Feng Yi away from the kitchen in the future.
"Baby Feng, please stop your brother from now on, and you will hear me."
Feng Shanggang was forced to finish the porridge by his brother, and said with a bitter face: "Stop it, I can't stop it, he, he likes to cook."
Fu Jiu:...A e-sports agent actually loves cooking. The main thing is that the things you make are so unpalatable. What do you like to cook!
But Feng Yi himself was very confident: "It tastes very good."
Fu Jiu thought to himself that he hadn't eaten anyone yet.
However, Lin Feng reacted very strongly and rushed into the bathroom as soon as he finished drinking.
Only the great god could survive, and he only said three words to Feng Yi: "I have a stomachache."
Feng Yi’s expression at that time was a bit indescribable. It was shameless and too shameless. I used an excuse so many times!
Qin Mo looked full of aura and was very calm.
Feng Yi felt that the great god was really shameless, so he wouldn't say anything. He started talking about the key points of coming here today: "The second regional competition will start tomorrow afternoon. This time there is no rest time, and it will be a roundabout way. In addition to testing everyone's skills, there are also requirements for physical strength. In order to avoid eye inflammation, in addition to common medicine, I will also follow you to cook and cook porridge for you personally. As for the others, I believe you have heard from the fat man that Xiangnan's record this time. Two main players have never played. It is best if Xiao Haipao and Qin Shao should try to play as few as possible. As a secret weapon, it is left to the national competition to deal with Xiangnan, because no one knows how powerful Xiangnan's entire lineup is."
"Isn't idol and Qin Shen, don't go on stage?" Feng Shang asked worriedly: "Yes, what if we lose?"
Feng Yi glanced at his younger brother: "If you lose like this, we can't win in the national competition."
"Okay." Fu Jiu's voice was clear, and he stood up with his pants pocket in one hand, with a smile on his face.
Feng Yi knew that Fu Jiu understood what he meant.
The reason is very simple.
Even if there are experts in regional competitions, this is just a regional competition.
Many teams have kept their strength to national competitions.
For example, Xiangnan.
It won the top three in the regional competition without the main players.
If the Emperor Alliance is gone without Fu Jiu and Qin Mo, they will lose.
The difference is already obvious.
There is really no need to go to any national competition.
Everyone thought of this relationship.
Especially Yun Hu, who is as smart as him, has the blood of a soldier: "Don't worry, we can win."
"Yunhu is right." Feng Yi held a suit jacket: "After the regional competition, it is the anniversary of the Emperor League. I have bought tickets for the ski holy land and a hotel suite. If you win beautifully, we will celebrate the New Year's Eve at the Hot Spring Villa this year, and there is also the masquerade party you are looking forward to."
When the team members heard the four words of the masquerade, they were excited.
There was only one person, and Lin Feng didn't know what he was thinking, and he held his hands with one hand and said fiercely: "This year, I must not draw the lottery again!"
"There are still lots to be drawn for the masquerade party?" Fu Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Lin Feng was about to pull the boy to say something.
Qin Mo suddenly had a flash of eyes, and pulled the boy's collar over, his voice faintly: "Continue to practice your hand speed."
Chapter completed!