I asked you to pan for gold, do you understand panning for gold? Do you use a car to pull it?

The rice was so hot that it was almost boiling.

Although everyone was choking, they couldn't help but keep putting it in their mouths.

At the end of the meal, the rice crust at the bottom of the lunch box was crispy and fragrant, mixed with the flavors of many seasonings and ingredients, which was really the soul of the clay pot rice.

"Brother Feng, thank you for your hard work."

After eating, a man took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Feng with a smile, and now he quickly flattered Chen Feng and tried to get him to continue to do it next time.

"Yeah."

Chen Feng took the cigarette and nodded, and used his hand to protect the fire handed by the man to light it.

When others saw that this kid was so good at flattering, they couldn't let him down, so they quickly stepped forward and took out another cigarette and handed it to Chen Feng.

"Brother Feng, this is mine, save it for later."

"Okay, okay, when did you become so sensible."

Chen Feng took the cigarette and nodded with satisfaction, and clamped the cigarette on his ear.

"This is my brother Feng, clamp it on that ear."

The other one didn't even need Chen Feng to do anything, and directly clamped it on Chen Feng's ear.

"Okay, okay." Chen Feng stabilized the cigarette on his ear himself, fearing that it would fall off.

"You've given them all, so I can't miss one. This is my filial piety to Brother Feng."

The other person took a look and quickly took out a cigarette, but Chen Feng's ears were already full, so he simply clamped it on his finger.

"Come on, clamp another one." The other person stood up and clamped another one between Chen Feng's fingers.

"Okay, okay, I can't take it anymore." Chen Feng felt like a big smoker.

Two on the ear, three on the hand, one lit and two waiting to be lit.

Who smokes with a prepared hand?

"Brother Feng, you can still have two more cigarettes in your nose. I'll light them for you." Huang Fei took out two cigarettes and pretended to stick them into Chen Feng's nostrils.

"Fuck your sister, are you honoring me or making fun of me? You might as well stick a cigarette in every eye on my body and make smoke come out of my seven orifices."

Chen Feng quickly dodged and cursed, and everyone laughed when they heard it.

Huang Fei was also very happy and sat back down.

It's still fun to have more people. If it were me, I would sleep after dinner at night, and there would be no one to talk to.

After a long time, it's inevitable to feel lonely.

"Wait a minute, everyone take off your shoes first, let them dry outside for a while before going back to the car, otherwise you can't stay in the car."

Zheng Ping took the lead in taking off his shoes outside and stepped on his shoes to dry them.

Recently, the smell in the car has been getting stronger and stronger, to the point where Zheng Ping can't stand it.

"Yes, yes, yes, take them off and hang them up for a while. It's so irritating in the car at night. It's not that we don't want to wash them, but there's not much water." Yin Xing sighed.

To be honest, they have all gone bad these days. Just imagine sweating outside all day, not washing clothes at night, and wearing them the next day. They are almost as bad as washing clothes.

These old men who have always been rough have begun to dislike themselves. You can imagine what it's like.

The eight old men took off their shoes together, and the smell hit them in an instant.

"Oh my god, what is this? Isn't this a pure chemical weapon?"

A companion pinched his nose and said.

"I can't stand it anymore. Let's roast them quickly to get rid of the smell." A companion stretched his feet to the fire, hoping to roast them to get rid of the smell.

As soon as he approached the fire, the pair of socks with white smoke instantly caught fire, and the man fell to the ground in fear.

"Fuck, fuck!"

The man had never seen such a situation before, and hurriedly took off his socks and threw them aside. The socks burned more vigorously than firewood, and black smoke was coming out.

Everyone was stunned at this time, and they took a few steps back unconsciously, fearing that their socks would also catch fire.

"You are not burned, right?" Zheng Ping asked the companion who was still sitting on the ground in shock.

"It seems to be fine, I was scared to death, my God." The companion held his feet and looked at them, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is this still a sock? It has fermented gas."

"Next time, try to put more water in it. This won't work." Yin Xing covered his face and sighed.

To be honest, they have never been so eager to take a bath, even if it is cold water.

"Bear it, we will go back tomorrow." Huang Fei also sighed.

After resting outside for about half an hour, everyone got into the car with their shoes pulled up. After all, the car had been left for such a long time, so the smell would at least be much better.

Zheng Ping still sat in the driver's seat. Since there was only one day left, Chen Feng let him rest a little longer.

Huang Fei sat next to Chen Feng and subconsciously leaned in.

"Da Fei, is the clay pot rice delicious?" Chen Feng turned around and touched Huang Fei's thigh, smiling.

.

"Delicious." Huang Fei's smile was a little stiff, and he put Chen Feng's hand back.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that it would be better not to let Zheng Ping go, Chen Feng was more dangerous!

"If it's delicious, I'll make it for you next time." Chen Feng pinched Huang Fei's butt.

"Not delicious, not delicious, I won't eat it next time." Huang Fei immediately covered his butt and shook his head when he heard this.

"Not delicious? You dare to say my clay pot rice is not delicious!" Chen Feng deliberately sternly leaned over viciously.

"Delicious, delicious!" Huang Fei was frightened and immediately changed his words, fearing that he would do something inappropriate.

"Oh, then I'll make it for you next time." Chen Feng changed back to his smiling face and stared at Huang Fei.

Huang Fei was about to cry. Should he say it was delicious or not!

Why does it feel like the ending is the same no matter what he says.

The next morning, Chen Feng opened his eyes, and many people had already gotten up and had dinner.

He glanced at the time. It was just seven o'clock. He got off the bus slowly and went to the toilet. Then he came back and leaned back on his seat to wake himself up.

Huang Fei got up early today. He and Zheng Ping changed seats and drove the car forward.

Zheng Ping also just got up today. Huang Fei went over to wake him up.

Zheng Ping yawned when he came to Chen Feng.

"What are you going to eat later?" Zheng Ping said to Chen Feng casually.

"I don't know. I've had enough bread." Chen Feng stretched and said.

"How about a pancake with green onions and some pickled vegetables and spicy sauce?" Zheng Ping suggested.

"Okay, give me one." Chen Feng nodded.

Zheng Ping took out his food bag, took out a large pancake, then took out the green onions he brought, peeled off the dry leaves on the outside, and put the tender heart in the middle.

Pour some pickled vegetables and spicy sauce on it. One roll and one pancake would be the best.

He handed the pancake to Chen Feng, who took it and took a bite.

It was time to change the taste. If not, Chen Feng would almost become a bread head.

Because the two of them got up late, others got out of the car with their things to start working, but they were still sitting and eating.

When the two of them finished eating and got out of the car with their things, the others had disappeared, leaving Huang Fei lazily leaning on the driver's seat and sleeping soundly.

"Where are you going?" Chen Feng asked as they stood beside the car.

"I can go anywhere."

Zheng Ping felt dizzy and staggered as soon as he finished speaking.