Dangdangdang...

Brother Qi, who was able to knock out the Shenzhou spacecraft with hammer and iron, began to wave his hammer again. Perhaps because it was too hot, he simply took off his T-shirt and sweated hard on the eaves where the sun could not shine directly.

Like a supervisor, Cheng He, who was spreading his slanted side, moved his toes slightly and kicked the two pieces of iron away. While wiping the sweat from his head, he said greasyly: "Are you still a human being? You knocked on a hot pot with iron, and you, a perverted guy, can come up with it."

"If I don't knock, then you knock out the induction cooker?" Zhao Yongqi, who was angry, glared at the fat man angrily and continued to wave his hammer, "Can you want to run here to eat hot pot in the sun?"

"Hehe, male god, you knock." Cheng He, who knew that he was unreasonable, laughed dryly, then turned his eyes and said, "Xiao Qi, I'm not what I said to you. If you knock on a hot pot by hand, it will cause the factory that produces the pot to go bankrupt. This is a way to cut off people's wealth, which is equivalent to killing parents, and you're done."

"Get out!" Zhao Yongqi finally couldn't help but raise his finger and pointed at his nose and said, "Is this male god still changing career to make handmade hot pot? Go and go, don't bother me, go to the stove and take out all the charcoal leftovers burned yesterday."

"Hey, I know that I'm assigned an honest person like me to work every day." Cheng He, who was slowing down, picked up a washbasin, then picked up the charcoal and began to peel off the large pieces of charcoal from the charcoal ash.

Zhao Yongqi, who didn't raise his head and said with a smile: "Brother He, I'm helping you. You are shouting to lose weight. Now, taking advantage of the summer to bask in the sun and sweat more, it doesn't mean you are losing weight."

"Then I really thank you!" Cheng He took out the charcoal slowly and replied unhappily, but it caused Zhao Yongqi to laugh.

After a long time of tinging, before Cheng He could fill a basin of charcoal, he saw Zhao Yongqi shouting with excitement: "The task is done."

"Hey? Did you really get it for you?" Cheng He was stunned, threw down the basin of his hand, ran to Zhao Yongqi's side, took a look, frowned and muttered, "Damn, so small? How many things can you put in?"

Looking at Cheng Hesha, Zhao Yongqi said with a smile: "Brother He, you really should buy an IQ of 50 cents. Isn't there a flat-bottomed steel pot here? I'm knocking out a small pot, throwing it in the soup pot for a while, then putting the charcoal into this small pot, then knocking a lid and covering it, isn't it the kind of hot pot that uses charcoal fire?"

"So that's how it is!" Cheng He then understood what Zhao Yongqi's twisting little pot was for. He gave a thumbs up and smiled with a slutty smile: "Male god, male god, the kung fu of forging counterfeit goods is also first-class."

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!"

"Hahaha……"

...

When I walked into the room with the sauce I made of peppers and other items, the shoddy hot pot placed in the center of the dining table had already started to steam. A group of people were already sitting around the room, as if waiting for the final seasoning to arrive.

"Brother Qi, come and sit down too. Look at you sweating and exhausted, right?" Xiao Baozi walked over quickly and scolded him with some pity when he took Zhao Yongqi's big bowl.

"It's okay, you guys eat it first. I'll go to the water tank to wash it. I feel sticky and uncomfortable." Zhao Yongqi responded with a smile, and pushed the door out again.

After a few minutes, the male god, who had just finished washing up, walked back to the room and felt a little cool, and the smile on his face became stronger.

"Frog Oppa, come quickly, I'm going to start eating~~" The foodie waved at Zhao Yongqi with a sweet smile on her face.

Without saying much nonsense, Zhao Yongqi, who quickly walked to the table, sat directly between Xiao Baozi and Tianrandai, picked up the frozen beer and poured it into his mouth. He let out a long breath and then smiled with a thumbs up: "Comfortable!"

With everyone's laughter, Xie Na poured one-third of the mutton on the plate into the boiling soup and said with a smile: "Xiao Qi, I think this program that should have reflected the difficulty of survival in the isolated island has been turned into a food variety show by you."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone who had just raised their chopsticks laughed. Cheng He had already cut a lot of mutton with chopsticks without hesitation. He just dipped the sauce and stuffed it into his mouth. He squeaked and said, "Xiao, Xiao Qi, today your brother He made great efforts. You should eat more. If you don't have enough, you can continue to cut the meat."

"I'll go, you should stand by and watch. If you continue to eat, you will become fat as a pig! Also, I took some charcoal and shouted out loud?" Seeing the little bun picking out the mutton and putting it into his bowl, Zhao Yongqi smiled at her gently, but when he turned to Cheng He, he had no good expression at all.

"Why don't you call Dali? Without Brother He's charcoal, can you eat hot pot? This is the key." Cheng He continued to move his chopsticks with a smile.

"The bitch is the real one." Zhao Yongqi could only shake his head helplessly and decided not to pay attention to this bitch.

The side was natural and the chopsticks were just put into the mouth. The beautiful little face was full of sweet smiles: "It tastes so good~~This sauce is so delicious."

He raised his hand and touched his little head with a doting heart. Zhao Yongqi smiled and said, "I know you, little buns, Brother He, Sister Na, and Xiaolulu all like to eat spicy food. This special sauce is quite spicy. Sister Mumu and a few of us are not very good at eating spicy food, so use another one that is not spicy, and at most you can add a little of this one yourself. How about it, although there are not many ingredients, the sauce you make is OK, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it can't be done anymore." Xie Na gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

The food he made was praised was Zhao Yongqi's greatest happiness. At this moment, he saw everyone like it, without any compliment, and the handsome smile on his face became stronger.

More than an hour later, everyone who had enough food and drink began to chat and make a fuss around the table.

Not sure what he thought, Deng Chao suddenly took out the envelope containing the so-called accommodation book from his pocket, and squinted his eyes at Zhao Yongqi: "Xiao Qi, what the hell is this accommodation book they created in the program team?"

"Simple." Zhao Yongqi, who put down the chopsticks and drank a sip of beer, waved his finger and said, "I want to see how we fight in the internal strife. Originally, this kind of messy thing was done by the male god, but since they were so expecting it, it should be an acting."

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