Everyone in the basic village who had a close relationship with Zeng Xiaoqian came, except that Tufu Zhang was still guarding the door.

Sister Feng Ying, mother Zhou Juan, Zhao Xiaomin, Niuba Niulan, and Li Qing, Zeng Xiaoqian, Zhao Zhugan, a total of eight people, full of around a table, happily sitting together to eat shrimp.

"How does it taste?"

Zeng Xiaoqian, who cut a shrimp and ate one, couldn't help asking, was very nervous. This shrimp was not an ordinary shrimp, but a shrimp raised by his magic. His mood was like a candidate who had just finished the exam and was waiting to read the paper.

The bull...