The two well-meaning people flanked each other, so Wu Qingchen had no choice but to peel off an egg with a forced smile, and swallowed it together with the deep depression and irritability in his chest.
Wu Qingchen's depression is the pain of the people on Earth.
"Fuck the yarn!"
"Have you negotiated with these two bastards?"
"It's over! I've been spotted twice, and it's too deliberate to hit the wine glass on purpose!"
"Don't just stare at the wine! Didn't you see so much meat in front of you?"
"Fuck me, why is this meat black on one side and red on the other?"
"The black ones are burnt lumps, and the red ones are blood clots!"
"Blood clot???!!!"
"Oh my god! If you eat this, you won't have diarrhea for a week?"
"Brother! It would be great if you only pulled for a week! Did you forget the time ratio? Pull until you prolapse!"
"Grass! What should I do?" "What should I do? What should I do?" "The staff group has a solution, right? The staff group must have figured out a way, right?"
Method? Of course there is.
In the video: The time for the two enthusiastic people to concentrate on it did not last too long. Taking advantage of the interval between the agricultural officer and the captain of the guards eating meat, and covering up by eating eggs and drinking wheat porridge, Wu Qingchen repeated his old tricks and put On the dinner plate in front of him, the bloodiest and most terrifying pieces of meat were put into the magic bag.
After finishing this, it feels like the magic bag sewn together with the outer robe should be almost full. Wu Qingchen hangs down his hands, grabs the lower end of the outer robe, and quickly knots it.
Wu Qingchen is very particular about the position and size of knots.
This is the reserved contingency plan taught to Wu Qingchen by the training group. It was originally intended to allow Wu Qingchen to carry as much supplies as possible when fleeing. At this moment, it is also suitable for storing dark dishes that far exceed the plan.
Utilizing this ingeniously designed auxiliary function, when the two enthusiastic people around him were about to finish their portion of meat, Wu Qingchen had already wiped out everything in front of him.
"Okay!" "Mr. Wu is awesome!" "There are only a few glasses of wine left now!"
While the people on Earth were heaving a sigh of relief, the dinner party entered the last stage, which was also the most glorious stage.
Here comes the real feast.
Two strong men walked into the restaurant. They carried a large plate with a length and width of about one meter. On the plate was a deer with its guts hollowed out. Under the light, the roasted deer shone temptingly. Oily and shiny, it was placed in the brightest place on the dining table. —that is, in front of Lord Baron Ackford.
Baron Ackford stood up and removed the table knife stuck in the deer.
This precious food will be distributed by the honorable master himself.
Master Ackford raised his knife and cut off the fawn's hind legs, the fattest parts of which belonged to the Baron himself.
Master Ackford raised his knife again, cut off the fawn's front legs, and gave them to his wife and eldest son.
Master Ackford raised his knife for the third time, and the fawn's breast fell on the steward's and captain's plates.
Master Ackford raised the knife for the fourth time, and the agricultural officer, forestry officer, horse officer, and Wu Qingchen divided the tenderloin of the fawn equally.
At this point, the essential parts of the deer have been distributed, and the remaining venison, Mr. Ackford hastily cut them into two sizes, and distributed them to the remaining officials.
While Master Ackford distributed the venison, they all sat in silence, with their hands hanging down, and no one spoke, and no one continued to eat.
After the last portion of venison was distributed, Baron Ackford took the handkerchief handed over by the attendant next to him, and casually wiped the sweat from his hands and forehead. Baron Ackford picked up the wine glass in front of him.
Everyone immediately raised their glasses and stood up at the same time.
"Towards, Master Asylum, Ackford leads the wind and rain." Baron Ackford drank.
"Towards, Lord Asylum, Akford leads the wind and rain." All the officials toasted and drank. —Wu Qingchen took a sip of honey.
"Towards a glorious victory, Ackford led the battle invincibly." Baron Ackford drank again.
"Towards a glorious victory, Ackerford led the battle invincible." The officials once again drank together. —Wu Qingchen took another sip of honey.
"Towards you, drink to your heart's content, all your officials are brave and honest." Baron Ackford drank for the third time.
"Cherish, drink to your heart's content, Your Excellency the Baron will live a long and healthy life." The officials all drank together for the third time. —Wu Qingchen drank the third sip of honey.
The traditional speech session of the dinner is over.
The officials lowered their arms one after another, and Wu Qingchen also put down his wine glass and was about to sit down. At this moment, Baron Ackford raised his wine glass for the fourth time in the direction of Wu Qingchen:
"Welcome, guest from afar, good luck to Ackford led by the Reverend Loth/More.".
"Huh?" "Huh?" "Cough"
The officials were all stunned for a moment, and half a second later, everyone turned sideways and raised their glasses to Wu Qingchen for the fourth time: "Welcome, guests from afar, the good luck brought to Ackford by Priest Ross/More . . ”
I made a grass!
As soon as the buttocks fell halfway, Wu Qingchen stood up straight again like a conditioned reflex, and with a shake of his right hand, the honey cup in his hand almost fell off.
Damn!
What's wrong with the baron
I knew that this psychopath who dared to appoint a 13-year-old kid to be the CEO of the region would not always be normal!
no no no
now is not the time to think about this
At this time, it seems to be doing something
what is it what is it what to do How to do
Of course do something! Same as the previous three speeches, when the superiors paid their respects and all colleagues congratulated, the recipients of the greetings would definitely not be able to stand and suffer stupidly.
What should I say? Damn it, what did Mr. Playa say
The situation beyond the plan happened suddenly, Wu Qingchen's mind was in chaos, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead instantly.
"Cough" Half a step away, the agricultural officer coughed slightly: "Love and care"
"The baron loves you, everyone takes care of you." Wu Qingchen quickly raised the cup of honey: "May the joy and friendship at this moment last forever."
Baron Ackford and his officials who waited silently finally took a sip of alcohol together.
Putting down his wine glass, Baron Ackford grabbed the hind leg of the fawn in front of him, bit into it and swallowed it into his belly, beckoning, and an attendant came over immediately.
"Go, bring it to Priest Ross."
Ten seconds later, this piece of venison with tooth marks was brought to Wu Qingchen.
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Almost at the same time, Earth.
"The agricultural officer finally walked the right path, and the baron started fucking again?"
"What the hell?"
"What's going on here?"
"Usually it's a good thing, but now it's a fucking bad thing!"
"What do you mean?"
"Superior people mean closeness. If you describe it in Chinese: If I have a bite to eat, I won't make you hungry."
"Isn't this good? The relationship with the high-level leaders of the territory is one step closer?"
"Brother, look carefully! The timing is wrong!"
"Cao Nima, stay away from death! I would rather be hungry, who the hell wants to eat your stinky meat with saliva!"
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In the medieval world, under the envious eyes of everyone in the restaurant, Wu Qingchen dully held up the venison.
Everyone licked their lips together.
Wu Qingchen slowly lifted the venison, and touched it lightly at the place farthest from Baron Ackford's saliva, and the sound of swallowing saliva sounded from all around at the same time.
Taking advantage of the occlusion of external objects and the illusion of vision, Wu Qingchen "gnawed" a few mouthfuls of meat, put down the venison leg, continued to lick vegetable soup, drank barley porridge, and swallowed eggs.
A few minutes passed.
Wu Qingchen looked left and right, and the officials had already begun to concentrate on enjoying the venison they were allotted, but no matter what time it was, there were always a few alternating eyes cast on him, staring firmly at the deer in front of him. leg.
paralysis? How to do
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, not to mention Wu Qingchen's current level of magic, even if the world's top magicians from the training group were to perform in person, he would still be devastated.
How to do
How about avoiding saliva and eating the one next to it
Looking at the scorched and blood clots on the venison, Wu Qingchen swallowed with difficulty.
"Bang bang bang bang"
Just when Wu Qingchen was feeling very troubled, two or three meters away, whether it was because he was overwhelmed with alcohol or accidentally slipped, a low-level official suddenly fell under the table in the direction of the end of the dinner table.
"Talbot" "What's wrong with you" "Are you all right?"
Several officials next to him stood up quickly and hurriedly helped up the fallen companion, and everyone's eyes quickly focused on the place where the accident happened.
good chance!
Wu Qingchen was overjoyed, quickly grabbed the deer leg, and stuffed it quickly into his arms.
At this moment, seeing the accident at the other end of the table, Baron Ackford also stood up, probably because he moved too quickly, Baron Ackford accidentally knocked over the wine glass and several silver plates, a series of The voice of "Dangdangdang" sounded.
All the officials present turned their heads.
I'm stupid!
The accident happened suddenly, and the eyes of everyone turning their heads must pass by. Wu Qingchen panicked, wronged his arm, and exerted too much force. The magic bag sewn between the outer robe and the inner robe was instantly torn off.
Then
unstoppable
fell to the ground
"Huh, Ross?" The agricultural officer on Wu Qingchen's right lowered his head, and then called out in surprise.
"What's the matter?" The guard captain turned his head to the left of Wu Qingchen, and then called out in surprise.
"What's your name?" Five or six steps away, the baron frowned slightly, looked at Wu Qingchen and the others, and half a second later, he called out in the same surprise.
"Uh?"
"What's wrong?"
"What's the matter, Your Excellency the Baron?"
"What's the matter, Lord Ross?"
"Huh?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "Huh?"
Shouts of surprise, surprise, and astonishment rang out one after another, and the eyes of the entire restaurant fell on Wu Qingchen's side.
The focus of everyone's attention, at Wu Qingchen's feet, was a cloth bag with its mouth open. Beside the cloth bag, a piece of apple and a quail rolled out and were shaking back and forth. Inside the cloth bag, there were pears, chicken, cheese, and white bread looming.
Holding the venison that could not be put into the magic bag, Wu Qingchen was stunned.
Looking at the cloth bag on the ground, the officials at the dinner table were stunned.
Watching the situation in the video, countless people on Earth were dumbfounded.