"Ahe, eat my steamed buns."

Ah Qing shyly scratched the back of her head, looking a little embarrassed.

Guo Ming was speechless, pitying his white steamed buns, ran from his own hands to Du He and threw them back by A Qing. In less than two minutes, he was pinched by the hands of three people. Can this be eaten?

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that my steamed buns seemed to be full of handprints, which made me feel disgusted in an instant. So Guo Ming complained with a bitter face: "A Qing, who is the steamed buns you eat? Why did you throw my steamed buns back? I feel that it is covered with luck when I look at my steamed buns now."

Luck, in detail, is the smell of athlete's foot infected with the hands.

The more Guo Ming thought about it, the more outrageous he became, and he was trapped in an atmosphere of great suffering and deep hatred.

So he didn't notice Du He's depressed eyes when he said what he had just said.

Speaking of which, although he could feel that someone was deliberately targeting him in the prison, he didn't know why he did this. He lowered his head and stared at the steamed bun that Ah Qing threw into his arms, his eyes unpredictable.

A guess appeared in his heart, but looking at Ah Qing's innocent and pure eyes, Du He did not dare to be too sure for a moment.

Du He has never been the kind of person who draws infinite conclusions based on limited clues. He prefers to discover the truth from the details.

It is precisely his inherent caution and carefulness that allows him to survive until now after he repeatedly fights against the Japanese.

The strange aura was so obvious that Du He finally raised his head and sat down in front of the long table with a tray.

The one sitting opposite him was Ah Qing who was reluctant to leave.

With A Qing's earnest eyes, Du He suddenly smiled softly and said, "The weather is so bad now, and the food is so unpalatable. Everyone must be uncomfortable."

"Everyone knows that I was a magician before I went to jail. It would be better for me to become a little magic and liven up the atmosphere, and it would be easier to have a meal."

Now the plan to escape from prison is forced to stop, and the weather is very bad now. Life in prison is so boring, why not to watch a free magic game?

So, everyone did not think about the others and nodded and smiled: "Okay, under such circumstances, Brother Du is rarely interested."

"Quick Activity, Quick Activity, I was imprisoned in this prison in the British Concession for half a year. Every day, I was in a constant pattern, and I was bored and almost grew hair."

"Do you think you are a mushroom? Still hairy?"

I don’t know who suddenly made such a joke, and everyone else laughed in an instant.

Ah Qing also laughed, and the liveliness and carefreeness that was unique to the young man suddenly exploded on him.

When those older people saw his smile, they felt as if something was faintly touched in their hearts.

Du He glanced at him quietly and observed that the other party's expression was nothing abnormal, so he slowly took out three bowls, and then forcibly borrowed Guo Ming's steamed buns.

Guo Ming:...

Why is the fate of the white and fat steamed buns he received is so difficult?

Is it true that his steamed buns are destined to be unable to eat them?

Although he is actually very disgusted with this steamed bun now.

"Ahe, why don't you use Aqing to do magic on your steamed buns? Are Aqing's steamed buns more expensive?"

Guo Ming's eyes were full of sadness, and of course, it was mostly funny.

Du He looked at him with a smile and said slowly: "Of course, how can you compete with A Qing? A Qing is my favorite younger brother, as for you..."

Guo Ming immediately pretended to hold his breath and concentrate, but the expression on his face was very funny.

"At best, it's just like I'm pushing a cart on the side of the road."

The so-called night fragrance, even though it sounds nice, is actually a stinking excrement that cannot be described by humans.

After hearing this, Guo Ming couldn't stop his funny expression on his face and turned into pickles in the basin.

Everyone couldn't help but hug their stomachs and laughed.

After hearing Du He's words, Aqing couldn't help but blush while laughing.

"Ahe, I have always treated you as my biological brother." His face looked like a tomato.

This time everyone smiled kindly.

So in front of everyone, Du He put Guo Ming's steamed buns in one of the bowls.

Ah Qing widened curiously, leaning forward, staring at the bowl containing Guo Ming's steamed buns.

He looked like a curious baby, and Du He couldn't help but pause in his movements.

Then his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, and his smile at the end of the year was deep and shallow.

"Next, I will perform the Three Immortals Revelation Cave. After I stop, you might as well guess which bowl this steamed bun is in. If you guess it, who will reward this steamed bun for making midnight snacks."

Since the plum rain season, the food in prison has indeed been extremely poor, but the most important point is that the amount of food provided is simply not enough to make people eat.

So in this case, everyone naturally believed that if they guessed it, the steamed buns should belong to them.

"Then it starts now."

Du He kept a smile, his hands and ten fingers moved as quickly as they were charged, and the high speed of the frequency was even hard to see clearly. The movements on his hands and how many times the three porcelain bowls had been exchanged.

This means that no one knows which bowl is filled with Guo Ming’s steamed buns?

After everyone stopped Du He's movements, they began to seriously recall his actions just now, trying to find the correct answer.

But obviously that is impossible. If Du He came to play e-sports in modern times, his hand speed would definitely be more than 400. At such a speed, the traces that people can capture with their naked eyes alone would be almost a hazy shadow.

So, to sum up, it is unknown how many times Du He moved the bowl and whether he had done other tricks in it.

Guo Ming hugged his face in horror: "What should I do? Which bowl does the steamed buns fall in?"

Although he disliked his steamed buns, he didn't want to go hungry.

So he started to guess it first, but naturally he didn't guess once.

Guo Ming:...

Everyone:...

This kind of luck of being able to stagger the correct answer every time is unprecedented.

Guo Ming had a dark face, but Du He naturally raised his eyes to A Qing and said with a smile: "A Qing, come and guess."

Ah Qing seemed very shy and embarrassed, and her face turned red again with a clean young man.

"This, isn't this good?"

He scratched the back of his head.

"What's wrong with this? It's just a game. You see, everyone is actively participating."

Du He knocked on the three bowls in front of him in unquestionable order, smiling faintly.

"Then..." Ah Qing pursed her lips and pointed at one of the bowls with a hurried slightest saying, "Then I will choose this bowl."

When Du He heard this, his eyes became deeper, while others felt that Ajing's choice was unlikely to be the correct answer.

So at the beginning, Du He hid the steamed buns in the bowl in the middle.

Therefore, according to general logical thinking, everyone will guess the bowl in the middle first. Du He will definitely expect this, so the possibility of steamed buns hidden in the bowl in the middle is the smallest.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Ah Qing, your judgment is exactly the same as mine."

Guo Ming and Youyou proudly patted A Qing on the shoulder, looking like they had found a fellow man.

Du He smiled, and then said in a regretful tone: "Guo Ming, I'm afraid you've made a mistake, because A Qing's judgment is..."

He slowly lifted the bowl in the middle and saw the white and fat steamed bun lying inside.

Guo Ming's face collapsed instantly, feeling the teasing from fate and the deep injustice.

Everyone looked at him as if he wanted to cry without tears, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!