"It's my first time visiting Brother Zhang here, so we specially prepared some gifts, a small token of our intention, please accept them with a smile."
Wang Xingui walked to the car, opened the trunk, inside were three bags of flour, half a pig, and a big bundle of vermicelli, simple yet sincere.
"Wow, Village Chief Wang is making us cook pork stewed with vermicelli, haha!" Jia Shiqin saw the scene and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Luckily, having just finished a meal, Zheng Xinyu didn't feel tempted. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Let's leave these here for now. When Brother Su comes back, he can decide. Please follow me inside and have a seat."
"On the way here, I saw large burnt patches in the fields below. I wonder what happened?"
In the Wangshan Inn restaurant, the guests and hosts took their seats, and Wang Xingui curiously asked.
Yuwen adjusted his glasses and smiled, "Some zombie bodies, no time to bury them, just burned them directly."
