Ten minutes later.

The barbecue grill was laden with all sorts of vegetables. Li Xin'er, with a practiced air, held a brush, dipped it in seasoning, and swished it over and over...

Twenty minutes later.

Black smoke billowed from the courtyard, and the 'charcoal' on the barbecue grill looked more like charcoal than the burning charcoal inside the grill.

"I know what's wrong. There's too little oil and the heat is too high."

Thirty minutes later.

Ersha stared at the black oil mixture on the plate in front of him, clenching his teeth, determined to refuse to comply.

Wenwen hugged the small cake and stuffed her belly until she was full.

Forty minutes later.

Ersha, the fighter jet, stood to the side, foaming at the mouth.

Li Xin'er kicked over the barbecue grill and said calmly:

"Barbecued food causes cancer, eat less of it!"

I picked up a bottle of beer, and downed it in one gulp right from the bottle neck.

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In the courtyard of Villa No. 18, Wang Fan stood on tiptoe, watching the black smoke rising from the direction of Building No. 7, and muttered to himself:

"I'm so hungry I can almost smell barbecue even in the fire."

·

As darkness fell, Li Xin'er got up and went back inside from the courtyard.

She remembered that she was waiting for Carl's call, so she took the satellite phone out of the space.

There was only one light in the room, and Wenwen didn't say anything, making it feel rather deserted. Then she took out a laptop and played the downloaded cartoons.

Not only did Wenwen enjoy reading it, but Ersha and Fighter also perked up, sitting upright in front of the computer without moving.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the phone rang, and Li Xin'er answered it.

The background noise on the phone was entirely gunfire, very chaotic, while Carl's voice was weak and unclear.

"Ye Ming has solved it."