Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

The three of Cheng Chumo are hearing this, where would you dare to fart?

The happiness of the rest of their lives is held in Zhang Feng's hands, and Zhang Feng taught them things before.

They seriously suspect that Zhang Feng is fooling them. How long has this passed, and they haven’t seen him mention it. Although many things have happened in Chang'an City during this time, they must help. Dealing with something, but the more they think about it, the more they feel that something is wrong, and Le feels more and more that Zhang Feng, the grandson, is fooling them.

Otherwise, why, I always feel that this grandson is eating in the little Tavern and waiting to die a little, so I don’t mean to teach them?

It just happened to be based on today's events, so the three-person meal, hurriedly, deeply grateful, rushed to this place, and this was the scene just now.

Demon King is out, barren!

Zhang Feng didn't think too much, his brain was very painful during this period.

Whoever is the subject of this marriage, he will have a headache, this damn, he feels like he is going to be a bachelor, at the age of twenty, and marry a wife at the age of twenty, this damn...

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When Zhang Feng thinks of this, he feels an urge to hit a wall, and when he sees a person all day, he feels that he is talking about him.

Depressed, not good.

You said you met Old Li, you want to complain to him, but this time, it was either to encourage him to go to school, or to encourage him to do this and that.

Finally let Old Li run away, good guys waited for these two goods, but the group of Old Guys here are not reliable, they can’t tell at first, just don’t him. Mother jumped out, and when she entered the door, she kicked the door to pieces. Mother mother, won't I close the store tonight?

You lose something?

Zhang Feng entered the back kitchen foul-mouthed in his heart and clinked the pot.

However, his small body cannot afford to offend, and he almost killed him with a slap. Did he dare to reach these masters?

Look at the large bunch of tiger meat hanging on the stove, and then look at the new smoked chickens.

From the stove, hook a pig’s hind leg with a hatchet, put it in the pot, crackle it, then set it up and burn it. Anyway, this group of people are rough. Guys, eating meat and drinking alcohol are nothing difficult.

He doesn't simply choose carefully to turn the meat into various patterns, boil it in a pot, and get it out is a random chop of a crackle, chopped into several large pieces.

With seasonings such as pepper in his mouth, holding a pot of chopped bacon in his hand, he walked slowly into the front hall and threw it on the table with a bang. In an instant, that smoked The natural scent of the meat attracted the attention of the three.

Zhang Feng's food is simple and crude. Although it looks poor, it has a different sense of boldness. Moreover, although it is simple cooking, it does not matter whether it is smelled or whatever. That taste is stronger than those pig foods!

After the three people love Zhang Feng's food, they eat some of their own food, and they just feel like vomiting.

No way, my mouth is silly.

At this time, I didn’t care about anything else. One person picked up a piece of meat not much smaller than his head and ate it. While gnawing three uncles and stepping on the stool with one foot, they almost didn’t get rid of their feet. Feet.

"Zhang Feng brother brother, where's the wine? The wine is great!"

After a few mouthfuls, the three of them realized that Zhang Feng was actually squatting there and hugging A pig's hoof was gnawed fiercely, and there was no consciousness of taking wine. This could not help but made the three of them unable to sit still.

They want to take it by themselves, but when they think of the repercussions after drinking the so-called Ethyl Alcohol last time, they are scared. If they take it out again, it will be deadly!

Zhang Feng got up reluctantly, went to the wine cabinet and deliberately knocked out three jars of spirits with a degree of about 65 degrees, and threw them to the three of them. A jar was taken out from the bottom of the wine cabinet, with only a dozen degrees of wine, but the three of them were also chicken thieves. After being filled a few times, they suddenly learned to be smart.

See Zhang Feng took three jars of wine from the top and threw it to the three of them, then he took the wine from below.

Even Cheng Chumo knows that this product must be filled with them!

Is it still worth it?

The three of them are not fools, they are also good wine shops.

Seeing these three people haha, don’t you give me wine?

Okay, then I will take it myself.

Cheng Chumo grabbed the jar of wine from Zhang Feng’s arms and slapped it off the mud. The'gudonggudong' was like pouring water. After a few mouthfuls, he threw it to Zhangsun Chong, and then he let out a deep breath.

"Good wine! Hahaha, this is good wine! But this damn thing is a bit weaker, right?"

Zhang Feng hearing this, fiercely involuntarily eyes At one jump, he had a bad feeling.

In his stunned mouth, Chen Chumo actually took out a jar of wine from the top of the wine cabinet and squatted in front of the stunned Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng's legs trembled a little.

The liquor at the top...damn it, that's shochu with over 70 degrees.

He was finally pecked by the eagle.

I slapped my eyes, I didn’t even want to look at the three of Chen Chumo, and said in pain, "Brother, Elder Brother has been on fire recently. You can’t drink this thing. You want a brother." Fate?"

Cheng Chumo hearing this, where, I don’t know what Zhang Feng is going to do?

I stared at my eyes, with a sharp waist, and stepped on Zhang Feng’s bench and shouted: "Brother, we are the brother, are we the life and death brother? You just say you can’t see. Start us! Your age, although similar to us, but a little bit older than us, are you embarrassed to get wine from the bottom floor? When you are Elder Brother, you must have the consciousness of being a brother, don’t talk nonsense, Do it!"

What else can Zhang Feng say?

clenched the teeth.

I closed my eyes and slapped the mud with a slap, and shouted as tragic and majestic as Blade Mountain above: "Fuck, who will not? Who is the grandson!"