Jiang Zhaoying and the regular guests exchanged glances.
I don't know which part of the process went wrong.
Jiang Zhaoying asked, "Why were you inside?"
Ning Qiluo replied, "I've been inside the whole time."
"Then how did you get in?" Jiang Zhaoying had assumed that Ning Qiluo had probably gone to the restroom.
The regular guests also asked, "Qi Luo, when did you go in? Um, I should ask you, how did you get in?"
Ning Qiluo came out.
In front of Jiang Zhaoying and the regular guests, he demonstrated to the two how to walk in.
"That's how I walked in, with leisurely steps," Ning Qiluo said earnestly.
"That's it," she said, pointing to the four characters in the upper left corner of the door. "The answer is written on the door. Jiang Zhaoying, you're so tall, you'll definitely see it."
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
Suddenly, a saying came to mind: Some people only grow taller but not smarter...
"So, having plenty of food and clothing is the key to getting in?" a regular guest asked Ning Qiluo.
"It's not a password, it's a hint."
Ning Qiluo smiled sweetly: "Self-reliance leads to abundance. The implication here is that the door doesn't actually have a password; you can just push it open yourself."
Jiang Zhaoying: "!!!!!!!"
Resident guests: "!!!!!"
Dig a hole!
What a terrible show!
They're practically making it impossible for anyone to survive!
Jiang Zhaoying internally cursed the show a thousand times over!
But he still said arrogantly, "It's because this hint is deliberately made so simple that it makes me look like I have a low IQ. I usually can't be bothered to look at it."
A regular guest next to him said quietly, "You just said 'Open Sesame' a moment ago."
Jiang Zhaoying: "..." Don't I have any pride...?
After going inside.
Jiang Zhaoying finally understood why Ning Qiluo had said the food was getting cold...
The production team was very well prepared.
The induction cooker, pot, and ingredients were all prepared.
Then there was a long table covered with a champagne-colored tablecloth, stemmed red wine glasses, candles, and fresh flowers...
Ning Qiluo, who had been inside for a while, had already cooked a steak all by herself.
The system notification sounded for the second time: "Welcome to the true pinnacle competition! The final challenge is: A Romantic Lunch. The system will score guests based on their level of romance, with a maximum score of ten. Good luck, and fight for the top!"
Jiang Zhaoying still didn't understand what was going on with the romance.
Ning Qiluo had already started calling out, "Bring me a Sprite from 1982."
The regular guest, now in character, picked up a large bottle of Sprite and poured it into a wine glass.
Ning Qiluo pulled the bewildered Jiang Zhaoying over to sit down, wrapped a napkin around his neck, and then quickly brought out the steak she had just cooked, placed it in front of Jiang Zhaoying, and cut off a large piece to his mouth: "Eat, the most romantic lunch."
Jiang Zhaoying: "..."
"Ah, open your mouth."
Jiang Zhaoying obediently opened her mouth and bit down.
Holy crap! Is this a shoe sole? I can't bite it!
Ning Qiluo frowned slightly: "Why aren't you biting?"
Jiang Zhaoying let go of her mouth: "You're not frying steak! You're frying shoe soles!"
Regardless of whether it was the sole of her shoe or the bottom of his foot, Ning Qiluo stuffed it directly into his mouth: "You have to make it look especially delicious!"
Jiang Zhaoying endured it, chewing hard and trying her best.
Finally, it swallowed it, making a gurgling sound.
Ning Qiluo put down her knife and fork, made a peace sign, and said, "Yay, the last level is complete."
The joy lasted only a second.
A system notification sounded: [Romance factor 3, challenge failed. Please try again.]
Ning Qiluo: "..." So romantic only three points??
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