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Chapter 50 Bingyin Day, the Retrograde on New Year's Eve (18)

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    When Ding Hua heard "Qian", his eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhong Chumian: "The two of us, what's the fun?"

    "And her." Zhong Chumian pointed at Yu Wanfeng.

    Yu Wanfeng was dumbfounded.

    Zhong Chumian, an obedient student, can play cards?

    Yu Wanfeng swallowed her saliva: "That I only know how to fight landlords."

    And the card skills are terrible.

    Doudou on Happy Landlords has always been negative.

    "The Landlord is also generous." Ding Hua showed a smile, "How much is a handful?"

    "One hundred for me, ten for you and her." Zhong Chumian answered.

    Yu Wanfeng wanted to kneel down.

    The three of them made a table like this.

    Shen Huaijin was in Huo Chengyu's room, probably still educating Huo Chengyu.

    Wang Xiu watched a few people fight for a while, and felt a little sleepy, so she went back to her room to rest.

    Yu Minchu poked his head out from the stairs from time to time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and joined the battle.

    The Landlords are fighting each other, and the more they fight, the more wrong it becomes.

    At first, regardless of whether Zhong Chumian was a "landlord" or a "farmer", he would lose.

    ? Yu Wanfeng lost and won, Ding Hua won a lot, all of which were Zhong Chumian's money, and wrote down several lines in the small notebook, saying that they will settle the accounts together when it is over.

    That proud, radiant face.

    At first, Yu Wanfeng was still worried about Zhong Chumian.

    But soon, as if against the wind, Zhong Chumian won several times in a row.

    This time, the money that Ding Hua won in the past was transferred back.

    Ding Hua was naturally unconvinced, and took turns with Yu Minchu, vowing to win Zhong Chumian's white money.

    However, the more she played, the more Yu Wanfeng didn't understand.

    Zhong Chumian seems to be in control.

    Yes, control the game.

    Winning and losing have reached a delicate balance after repeated turnovers.

    Ding Hua finally couldn't move anymore.

    She calculated the account carefully and again, and the result was still the same.

    She failed to win a dime from Zhong Chumian.

    Instead, he lost ten yuan to Yu Wanfeng.

    Ding Hua quit, cursed angrily, threw down the cards, got up and went back to the room.

    Yu Minchu quickly followed.

    Yu Wanfeng couldn't recover for a long time.

    She was holding the cards, Big Wang and Xiao Wang, and asked Zhong Chumian: "Youyou know how to count cards?"

    "It's nothing difficult, it's just a math problem." Zhong Chumian said calmly.

    Yu Wanfeng burst out laughing.

    Yes, it's just a math problem.

    For Zhong Chumian, mathematics is the simplest problem.

    Yu Wanfeng packed up the cards and asked Zhong Chumian: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat supper?"

    He has such a big appetite now, he should be hungry by now.

    Sure enough, Zhong Chumian nodded without hesitation.

    Yu Wanfeng cooked a bowl of noodles, put a few deep-fried meatballs, thought for a while, and added a few rare cabbage leaves.

    With a big bowl of noodles, Zhong Chumian was not polite.

    Seeing that he was eating deliciously, Yu Wanfeng felt warm in his heart, propped his chin, and looked at him with bright eyes.

    In the past, she would go to the noodle shop opened by Zhong's mother from time to time. If she was lucky, she would meet Zhong Chumian helping out.

    If you are lucky, you will eat Zhong Chumian's noodles.

    The beef noodles he ordered are nothing special, but she just likes them very much.

    Yu Wanfeng thought that if she got married in the future, she would want to eat a bowl of noodles cooked by him every morning, and at night, she would cook a bowl of noodles for him to eat.

    Immediately, he hurriedly stopped himself from continuing to think.

    Marriage for what?

    This imagination is too rich.

    Yu Wanfeng collected herself, got up and went to the kitchen, trying to pour a glass of water for Zhong Chumian, but for some reason, her eyes fell on a bottle of white wine on the shelf.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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