After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Whether Feng Yin's craftsmanship is good or not can be known by looking at the people eating at the table in the afternoon.

With the improvement of people's living standards, there has been no packing of meals in the village for a long time.

Although there is, it is packaged after everyone has finished eating. There is no situation where the food is packed away as soon as it is served.

Generally speaking, every household now has no shortage of oil and water, and the desire to eat is much lower than before.

But as soon as today's dish was served, after taking one bite, I couldn't put my chopsticks down.

"This little loach is delicious."

"How come fried jujubes are so crispy?"

"It's not easy to make these fried beans delicious."

The diners started chatting, and most of them were eating around the table.

The Feng Yin quartet plus Grandma Yun, the two daughters of Brother Zhang's family and several young relatives also filled the table.

They ate so hard that they didn't even want to lift their heads.

After the last mutton soup was served, many people drank bowl after bowl, and even asked Brother Zhang if there was any left, since they really wanted to take some away.

"No, everyone has a good appetite today."

"Oh, this is my first time to drink such delicious lamb soup!"

"It's really well done. Whichever cook you hire will be invited to my house next time."

Brother Zhang pointed in the direction of Feng Yin and said, "This is my friend from other places. They don't accept banquets."

"No wonder, this is a great chef."

"It must be. This craftsmanship is amazing. I have to come early tomorrow."

"I'll come early and call my family too."

"That's right, Lao Zhang, I will bring the child tomorrow!"

Brother Zhang responded one by one and told everyone to come.

After the banquet, relatives of the Zhang family and helpful neighbors stayed behind to help clear away the dishes and prepare things for tomorrow.

After everyone finished their work, Brother Zhang gave everyone a bag of mutton.

"This is hand-grilled mutton. Let's take it home as a dish. It's all made by the chef." Brother Zhang pointed at Feng Yin happily, and Feng Yin waved his hand as a greeting.

When the helpers heard that it was cooked by the chef, they immediately beamed with joy, and some couldn't wait to eat a piece first.

"Tender! Fragrant, not stale at all! Delicious!"

The helper left, and Brother Zhang walked towards Feng Yin, happy.

The food is delicious, and they have a decent face when hosting the banquet.

If it is not done well, people in the village will be talking about it for a while, saying that someone’s mat is so bad.

This is absolutely a disgrace.

"You're tired, just take a good rest and talk about whatever you want."

"Don't worry, I'm not a polite person."

Feng Yin laughed, ended today's day, and went to bed early.

It was the wedding day, and Feng Yin got up at around three o'clock.

The main banquet starts in the morning, so there are a lot of things to do.

Feng Yin, the trio and Grandma Yun had been busy in the kitchen, so busy that they didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

The bride and groom put on Chinese red dresses, walked around the yard, lit cigarettes and poured tea.

At 9:58 in the morning, the firecrackers went off and the banquet began.

It started with a simple little ceremony and ended in less than twenty minutes.

Another firecracker went off, and it was time to start the party.

Lin Yu and others had been kicked away by Feng Yin long ago, and sat at their own table to eat with everyone else.

Lin Yu, who had not eaten in the morning, felt dizzy and her breathing was not smooth. She stared at the first dish and thought: "Just take two bites of rice."

Lin Yu insisted on taking the first bite of rice, but suddenly her vision went dark and she fell to the ground with a crash.

Zhang Boer screamed in fright.

"The food is poisonous!"