Do you have a lot of question marks, Mr.

Wu Zui lay flat on Lin Feng's mattress with the belief that he could defeat President Ba, while Song Shi started his fight.

Squeeze the shoulders and neck, press the waist, pull, and poke. This technique is worth at least 198. If you add essential oil massage and scalp massage, it can be sold for 400.

Song Shi kept letting Wu Zui relax, and his whole body relaxed. Wu Zui relaxed until he finally fell asleep, until Song Shi started to increase the intensity.

"Take it lightly!" Wu Zui's yell echoed in the yard, Song Shi didn't hold back, grabbed both of Wu Zui's wrists, stepped on Wu Zui's lower back, and pulled back.

"Ah!" Wu Zui inhaled and exhaled in pain, "Be gentle! I'm going to puke for breakfast!"

Song Shi ignored Wu Zui howling in pain, and counted enough time before letting go.

"Turn over and pull your legs." Song Shi gave instructions to Wu Zui, who was like a dead fish.

"I, let me tell you, you're unscientific, you're overdoing it..." Wu Zui wiped his sweat weakly, Song Shi turned Wu Zui over without saying a word, pressed down on his left leg, and held Wu drunk on his right ankle.

"No, no, I..."

Song Shi began to push up, Wu Zui faintly felt a ball of sadness.

"Lin Feng, come here." Song Shi unexpectedly called Lin Feng, "Press your brother's shoulder."

"Lin Feng!" Wu Zui blushed in pain, sweating profusely, "You can't!"

"Brother..." Looking at Wu Zui's appearance, Lin Feng couldn't bear it, "Master Song, brother is already in great pain."

"If you don't let him hurt here, it will hurt even more in the future, and even kill him. Are you willing?" Song Shi persuaded him very clearly.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, stepped forward and pressed Wu Zui's shoulder, Wu Zui's face was almost contorted in pain, Song Shi finally put down Wu Zui's right leg, and slowly pushed up his left leg.

Pulling the left leg hurts more than the right leg, Wu Zui yelled, and suddenly felt a little water on his face.

Wu Zui took a closer look, and Lin Feng pressed his arms on his shoulders. Seeing Wu Zui's pain, he cried himself, and the tears fell on his face, which was more uncomfortable than pulling himself.

"Don't, don't cry." Wu Zui tried hard to suppress the urge to cry, "Your snot is going to fall on my face."

With tears in his eyes, Lin Feng turned his head and rubbed his shoulders, his arms firmly pressed on Wu Zui's shoulders, not daring to let go for a moment.

When Lin Feng was stretching, he didn't make a sound. Could it be that he is not as good as a child?

Wu Zui grabbed Lin Feng's pillow towel, bit it into his mouth, and persisted until the stretching ended.

"Okay." Song Shi finally let go of Wu Zui. Wu Zui couldn't even move. He was slumped on the mattress, feeling that his body was no longer his own.

Lin Feng took out the pillow towel from Wu Zui's mouth, and surrounded Wu Zui like a puppy, with a worried expression on his face, "Brother, brother."

"Alive." Wu Zui replied weakly, only to see that the pillow towel was bitten out by himself.

This Song Shi, his hands are so black!

At the end of Wu's drunkenness, he felt that he had changed from a stiff state to a ball of dough under Song Shi's hands, and he was touched until he was kneaded until soft.

"This can help you relax your meridians, unblock your blood, guide your qi, and smooth your joints. If you have any internal injuries, it can also help you heal. It's very labor-intensive, and I'm not willing to do it for ordinary people." Song Shi sat next to him. , also covered in sweat, "If you don't believe me, stand up and take two steps."

Wu Zui took a deep breath and tried his best to support his body with his arms. The moment he sat up, as if his soul returned to its place, he let out a trembling moan from his soul.

It was as if before this, I seemed to be standing all the time, until now, I experienced the feeling of sitting down for the first time.

The burden of the whole body is swept away, and the body and mind are sublimated.

Awesome.

Wu Zui sighed comfortably, the pain just now seemed worth it.

"Brother Song is amazing." Wu Zui got up and jumped a few times, feeling lighter and quicker, with a new look.

"Brother, hello!" Lin Feng also became happy, hugging Wu Zui's thigh, his face was full of joy.

"Okay, okay." Wu Zui moved a few times and walked towards the kitchen, feeling extremely happy, "I'll show my hand today, you just wait!"

There were four people in total, Wu Zui cracked four eggs, beat them and added salt, cut tomatoes for later use, Lin Feng could only cook rice and porridge, Wu Zui called him in and taught him how to knead dough.

"Let's eat La Tiao today." Wu Zui reconciled the noodles, put them aside to wake up, and fried a juicy egg with tomatoes.

"Pull?" Lin Feng's eyes were full of doubts.

"My brother from the Northwest taught me." Wu Zui glanced at the corn, watermelon and lettuce planted in the field before. The corn already had stalks, and the height reached Wu Zui's knees, and it was still too early to harvest.

The owner of the watermelon seed shop gave me a medium-maturing variety. It would take at least 100 days in another world from sowing to harvesting melons, but now the watermelon has opened small yellow flowers.

Now only lettuce is edible, Wu Zui pulled a few plants, removed a few yellow leaves, and handed it to Lin Feng to wash.

Wu Zui was a little embarrassed looking at the well-organized Lingtian, except that the corn was grown by himself, and the watermelon and lettuce were all given to Lin Feng by himself, and Lin Feng managed it by himself.

There are still cucumbers, tomatoes, and pumpkins in the kitchen. The tomatoes and cucumbers will not last long, and now they are showing signs of wilting. If you don’t eat them, you can only look bad.

With so many people starving to death outside, waste is simply a great sin.

But Wu Zui was not stupid enough to open a warehouse to release food, Wu Zui still felt that his life was more important than wasting it.

"Brother." Lin Feng came back after washing the lettuce, Wu Zui took the lettuce, broke off the leaves, and boiled it in boiling water.

Lin Feng followed Wu Zui, watching Wu Zui fish out the cooked lettuce leaves, put them in a stainless steel plate, and sprinkle seasonings on top.

"Brother, is he worried about the food?" Lin Feng helped Wu Zui, poured out the cooking water in the pot, wiped the bottom of the pot dry, and poured clear oil.

"Are you the roundworm in my belly?" Wu Zui raised his eyelids, and took out the waken dough. Since there was no rolling pin, he had to wash a stick and roll it out.

"Brother asked me to call Deacon Lin yesterday to build a new house. To build a new house, food must be used, and more good wood is used. Isn't it normal for my brother to be worried about food?" Lin Feng looked at Wu Zui. Cut the dough out into strips.

Wu Zui chuckled, Lin Feng originally said that he was afraid of not having enough food?

"I was thinking, my brother is so powerful, can we make these foods into third-level foods, so that we don't have to worry about not having enough food."

Wu Zui pinched the two ends of the noodles, stretched them left and right, folded them in half and pulled them again until the noodles reached a certain level, and put them on the table for later use, "You kid thinks quite well..."

Wu Zui was taken aback for a moment, looking at the cucumbers and tomatoes that were about to wilt.

Why didn't I think of it myself!

Cucumbers can be pickled into pickles, and tomatoes can be made into sauce. Both pickles and tomato sauce have a long shelf life, and in this way, they are turned into a third-level food!

"Brother, the oil is hot."

Lin Feng pulled back Wu Zui, who was in deep thought, Wu Zui couldn't help but rubbed the top of Lin Feng's head, "You fucking god, you're really a genius!"

The oil started to smoke, Wu Zui poured the hot oil on the lettuce, and with the sound of "time la la", a scent spread in the yard.

Wu Zui stirred it a few times with chopsticks, picked out one and tasted it, if there is garlic in the cold lettuce, it will definitely taste better!

After boiling hot water in the pot, Wu Zui taught Lin Feng how to pull the strip. After tearing off a few noodles, Lin Feng finally pulled out a perfect strip.

The water in the pot started to boil, Wu Zui put the noodles into the pot, added cold water twice, when the noodles were cooked, took out the noodles with a chopstick, put them in a bowl, topped them with scrambled eggs with tomatoes, served them with cold lettuce, and took them out of the kitchen.

Song Shi was very new to the pull bars, after tasting one carefully, he couldn't stop.

The sound of "sucking" noodles resounded outside the house, and even Zhen Yuan, who has always had a bad appetite, ate a big bowl full.

A large sheet of noodles was gone, Wu Zui burped, watching Lin Feng tidy up the bowls and chopsticks, the tomato soup was still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Wu will really surprise people." Song Shi rubbed his belly, "Even if I had never seen such a white face before the fall of the long star, I not only saw it today, but also ate my fill."

With modern fine sieving and grinding technology, maybe there is a little whitening agent, so of course it is white.

Wu Zui hummed a few times as a response.

Song Shi didn't ask further, the man in front of him has many secrets, everyone has secrets, as friends, there is no need to dig out all the other's secrets.

"Someone is coming." Song Shi got up and pulled Zhen Yuan up, and said to Wu Zui, "See you tomorrow." Without saying a word, he jumped over the wall and left.

There was a knock on the door, and Wu Zui went to open the door. Deacon Lin came, followed by two boys.

"You are..." Wu Zui gained experience, and blocked the door to prevent Deacon Lin from entering. Before, he gave himself one Lin Feng, and he recognized it. Now he brings two. Do I think I belong to the shelter?

"I heard from Lin Feng that if you want to build a house, Brother Wu Zui, I'll bring two craftsmen from Wanmen Mountain to measure it first." Deacon Lin moved away, revealing two "boys" with thick beards and hair outside.

"It's a craftsman." Wu Zui smiled awkwardly, turned around, and let the three of them in.

Lin Feng was very clever, when he saw someone coming in, he immediately closed the kitchen door with a look of vigilance.

As soon as the two craftsmen entered, they were attracted by the lush green of the Lingtian, especially the strawberry area.

Although the red fruits are small, they are scattered everywhere.

"This is what I told you before, the brother Wu Zui who sent us the seeds of Wanmen Mountain." Deacon Lin smiled at Wu Zui.

"Thank you brother Wu Zui." The two craftsmen looked at Wu Zui with gratitude in their eyes, "That pumpkin seed is really good. Thanks to it, we don't have to work hungry every day."

"No thanks, no thanks." Wu Zui was a little embarrassed, after all, what he and Tiantian Mountain Lord did was a fair deal, with gold in one hand and seeds in the other.

"We've already decided." The two craftsmen looked at each other, "No matter what house Wu Zui builds, we won't charge you for food."

"Don't, don't!" Wu Zui hurriedly stopped, "How can I let your hard work be in vain!"

"It's not in vain." Deacon Lin winked at Wu Zui, "Do you know that Master Sashan wants you to be the first enshrined person of Wanmen Mountain after the long star falls?"

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Today's reward: Please sit around the table with eleven little angels. Wu Zui is about to perform a dance mask~ Please be prepared to complain to Mr. Mu if you are blindfolded or accidentally slapped in the face by the mask, in order to win the big prize. opportunity for compensation.