Chapter 218

Zhang Feng's words immediately strained the nerves of Li Shimin and others.

Li Shimin seriously doubted whether Zhang Feng found the clue just after the kneeling of these goods?

In that case, it will be difficult to do!

Li Shimin is hesitant to tell Zhang Feng his true identity. Once Zhang Feng knows this identity, he may be interested in his only friend

After making eye contact with Wei Zheng and others, with the confirmation of Wei Zheng and Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin was as nervous as facing the court for the first time.

Even more nervous than at that time.

"Brother Zhang Feng, in fact, Lao Du's real identity is..."

"Du Kang?"

"Isn't it?"

"Ha ha ha!"

"Old Du's name is Du Kang!"

"Ha ha ha!"

"Am I right?"

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When Li Shimin was about to say something, he was extremely uncomfortable by Zhang Feng's joke.

Du Ruhui's face suddenly solidified. He was the most nervous. If Zhang Feng guessed the identity of everyone from him, then

Although the emperor won't say anything, he will bear the responsibility of losing his only friend all his life.

But unexpectedly

Zhang Feng's goods put everyone's nervous tension at the exit, which made Du Ruhui have an impulse to hit people.

fuck!

God, it's Du Kang!

Is this product changing its way to talk about his wine jar?

After a short period of consternation, Li Shimin and others will also have an idea. On the one hand, Zhang Feng doesn't recognize everyone's identity, but also because Du Ruhui has a new nickname!

"Hahaha! Lao Du, you are famous now!"

"Du Kang... Brother Zhang Feng, I'm really... Cow! You're this! It's the first time I've seen old Du. I'll have such a wonderful expression!"

Fang Xuanling held his belly and stretched out his thumb to stand up from Zhang Feng. Wei Zheng even picked up the wine and said solemnly to Du Ruhui, "come on, Du Kang, let's do one! Ahahaha 1"

"Dry!"

Du Ruhui's eyes are red.

But I also know that Zhang Feng is joking.

Biting his teeth, he stared at these goods fiercely and suddenly took a big mouthful of wine.

But after a bowl of wine, Du Ruhui was confused.

He had drunk Zhang Feng's wine, but looking at the blue liquor left at the bottom of the bowl, he felt that there was still a trace of bamboo fragrance in the dry cracks in his mouth, which shocked him

"Brother Zhang Feng, this wine..."

"Old Du! I said you look like a man! How about, look, does he look like old Chen who is addicted to alcohol?"

While talking, Zhang Feng put himself on Du Ruhui's neck and said, "old Du, I'm kidding today, but I didn't expect you to really... Not kidding!"

"Well, little brother, I'll pay for a bowl of wine! How about it?"

"OK! Hahaha, brother, come on, Lao Du, I'll drink with you!"

"Hahaha, this is Lao Li's brother! Come on, Lao Wei, hey! Don't just eat and drink! Come on, let's touch one!"

"Go one!"

There was a fight.

This time of fighting, let several half old men put them in poetry and etiquette, and put down the purpose of putting rules first.

Because they all know that Zhang Feng doesn't know enough about the rules and the ink in his stomach!

Simply, open up and have a fun.

Even for this period of tension, draw a full stop.

Du Ruhui took out a one meter long pig large intestine from the basin, chewed it and carried the wine bowl. While Zhang Feng and Li Shimin were rowing, he began to eat fiercely.

At first, he disdained the pot of pig offal, but when he saw Wei Zheng eating it as soon as he entered the door, he didn't care. He picked up a piece of pig liver with chopsticks and ate it.

However, after the first bite, Du Ruhui went crazy.

Don't even use chopsticks. Pick up your hand and chew the meat.

This kind of delicious food, he knows, is hard to eat out of here!

Moreover, since eating the delicious food brought back by Li Shimin, where can ordinary food satisfy his stomach?

I can't help it. Du Ruhui began to think about whether to ask for a secret recipe when he left, otherwise it's not a way to keep thinking all day.

Presumably, brother Zhang Feng won't care, will he?

"Yo! There's another one here?"

Obviously stunned, Li Shimin grabbed Du Ruhui's collar and picked him up.

"Come on, old Du! Aren't you the God of wine? Come on, I really can't drink for... Brother Zhang Feng, just let Lao Li have a rest and I'll come!"

When Li Shimin was about to make a slip of the tongue, Du Ruhui blew up all over.

The pig kidney in his hand was stuffed into Li Shimin's mouth. He slapped the greasy palm on Zhang Feng's shoulder and shouted, "come on! Let's show you what the God of wine is today!"

"Good!"

"Come!"

"Who gets down first, who is the grandson!"

"Hey! Lao Wei, you're coming too, aren't you? Come on, who falls first, who's grandson!"