In the afternoon, there was a drizzling rain. Wang Hong looked up at the sky anxiously. The weather forecast said that there would be light rain all day, which meant that there would be a barbecue!
In the small dark room, Liao Yue, Kang Hu, and Wan Li were thinking about one thing. There were no windows in this room, and the door was closed. The light in the room was dim, just like the secret room in the movies where special agents met.
"What do you all think of my suggestion?" Kang Hu asked solemnly.
"I think it's very constructive." Wanli said,"I don't know if the others feel it, but I feel that the knife skills that the president is using are getting more and more profound. At first, I could still learn a little, but now, most of the time, I'm in a state of not understanding."
Liao Yue nodded."I can feel it. The president's cutting skills are too amazing."
