Chapter 1
Jiang Qi didn't know whether Liu Lan would go to jail for telling the story, but he was sure that Liu Lan was in jail now.
Within two hours, Jiang Qi received messages from Liu Lan three times and went upstairs to deliver snacks and drinks. When he opened the door, he saw seven people sitting in the room, looking at each other in silence. When they saw Jiang Qi coming in, they cheered and started to distribute snacks and drinks, and then continued to stare at Ben and the clue card without saying a word.
Liu Lan sat in the corner with her head propped up, wanting to say something very much. When she mentioned the water pipe, the junior high school student guessed that there was a hole in the ground. When she mentioned the wall-mounted air conditioner, the junior high school student guessed that there was a hole in the ceiling. When she mentioned the sofa, the junior high school student guessed that there was a hole behind the wall. As a result, when Jiang Qi went out, his mind was full of questions about how this small secret room could have so many holes.
In sharp contrast to the silence of the modern room was the extremely cheerful atmosphere of the ancient style room. The six best friends were undoubtedly having a great time. Jiang Qi could hear the excited shouts from inside when she passed by: "Mr. Huang, I won, I got extra points, I got extra points!"
Downstairs, old John was reading a book.
Old John's state when reading the notebook is similar to that when reading a book. He is very silent, has no expression, and reads very slowly.
Combined with the prison atmosphere of the modern room upstairs, Jiang Qi began to wonder whether it was the right choice to let Old John lead the reasoning book to brush up his reputation.
When it was half past ten, when the modern house mystery book should theoretically have been finished, Jiang Qi sent a message to Liu Lan asking how long it would take her to finish. Liu Lan sent an emoticon to say that she was making every effort to push forward the progress. A boy's parents had already called to urge them to finish, so she would try to finish before eleven o'clock.
As a result, when it was eleven o'clock, Liu Lan had not finished yet, so Huang Fugui came down to stretch the noodles.
"Uncle Huang, are you almost done?" Jiang Qi calculated the time and it was almost time.
More than three hours, including cooking noodles, connecting scenes, individual performances and eating noodles, more than four hours is in line with the original duration of this script.
Jiang Qi remembered that the host manual stated that it was 4-7 hours. In theory, the more people there are, the longer the time.
"Yes." Huang Fugui said with a smile, "Those girls are very happy, and their scores are very close to each other. They are playing Who is the Undercover now. If you don't need me, I will come down to cook noodles and it will be over soon. I saw an expert in the video last night saying that it is not good for girls to stay up late. These six girls are wearing such thick lead powder and staying up late is not good for them. It's time for them to go back and rest at midnight."
Jiang Qi didn't know what to say for a moment when facing this late night person who didn't go to bed until five in the morning.
Jiang Qi paused and said, "Cosmetics are quite safe nowadays. Lead powder is no longer needed."
"Oh, really? That's great. I'll go back and study it tonight."
Jiang Qi: ...
"I think you should go to bed early too..."
As they were talking, Liu Lan finished her work. She was still packing upstairs when six junior high school students came downstairs, laughing.
"I told you that there was something wrong with the wall, but you refused to believe me. If you had listened to me, you would have solved the secret room long ago!"
"Bullshit, you were talking about a hole behind the wall, a hammer hole, and I listened to you. I was right at the beginning. When DM sister mentioned the air conditioner, I felt there was a problem."
"Come on, I was the one who solved the last secret room!"
"What do you mean you figured it out? It was obviously DM who reminded you that you figured it out."
"That was also solved by me. If you don't agree, come back next time!"
"Come again if you want. I pointed out the right murderer last time."
"Nonsense, you're just guessing."
"I think today's book is too difficult."
"Yes, it's too difficult. The Chamber of Secrets is not suitable for us. We have no idea at all."
"right!"
In the chaos, the boy who came with fried skewers walked to the counter, took out the coin purse from his schoolbag and asked Jiang Qi how much it was.
Jiang Qi did the math and said, "The boxed book is 78 per person, 468 for six people. You drank 5 bottles of Coke, 2 cans of Sprite, 3 bottles of sparkling water, and ate 11 bags of potato chips, 7 bags of spicy strips, 3 bags of konjac shreds and two bags of chicken feet. I won't charge you for the snacks and Sprite. The total is 560."
The boy had no idea how to count money, and after hearing what Jiang Qi said, he felt that the money had suddenly become a lot cheaper. He happily counted the money and handed it to Jiang Qi.
"It's 560 in total. Each of you has to give me 93. Chen Xie, you have to give me 95. You ate 3 bags of potato chips by yourself."
"Let's go back and count the money." Chen Xie was the boy who ate oden. Although he ate 3 bags of potato chips, he was obviously not completely full. Or maybe he was hungry again after seeing Huang Fugui cooking noodles.
"Boss, are you cooking a midnight snack? You eat noodles for both dinner and midnight snack?" Chen Xie asked.
The noodles were still boiling in the pot, the lid was not opened, and the vegetables and eggs were not put in. Today's noodles are just ordinary noodles, with nothing special about them whether they looked or smelled.
"No, the people in the room next to you want to eat noodles last, so this is cooked for them." Jiang Qi explained.
"And there's still a book that wants to eat noodles at the end of the game?" a boy was surprised.
"What's the big deal? I saw online that you can have fun and eat hotpot at the same time!" The boy who paid looked surprised.
It’s time to add the vegetables to the noodles in the pot.
Huang Fugui opened the lid and the wheat aroma overflowed again. Strangely, the semi-finished vegetable noodles did not smell as attractive as the finished product. It seemed that the vegetables and eggs added by Huang Fugui were the soul of his vegetable noodles. Without these two things, the noodles were just ordinary noodles.
Huang Fugui began to beat the eggs skillfully with one hand, one by one, for a total of six eggs. Each egg fell onto the dough and rose and fell with the rise and fall of the boiling water, maintaining a beautiful shape.
A boy was stunned by the movement of Huang Fugui beating eggs.
"Let's go. It's already past eleven o'clock. You'll get scolded if you don't go back." The companion urged.
"Oh oh." As the boy took a step, Huang Fugui put the vegetables into the pot.
The vegetable noodles in the pot are instantly full of soul.
The six boys couldn't walk anymore.
"Gulp." Someone swallowed loudly.
"It smells delicious." Chen Xie exclaimed after eating three bags of potato chips.
"It seems like eating this... playing this book." The boy who paid muttered.
The noodles were out of the pot. Liu Lan cleaned up the room upstairs, and came down with the box in his arms, smelling the food. He felt a little strange when he saw six middle school students standing at the door like wooden figures.
"Is there anything you didn't take? It's already past 11 o'clock and quite late. Chen Xie, didn't your mother ask you to go back early?" Liu Lan asked.
As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Xie and the other six people woke up as if from a dream and walked out the door one after another.
"Let's go, it's really late."
"Who wants to take a taxi with me?"
"How about we play the noodle-eating book next time? It's boring to play the mystery book all the time."
"Um!"
Liu Lan was confused: "What do you mean by eating noodles?"
Jiang Qi signaled with his eyes the noodles that Huang Fugui had just served, and Liu Lan understood instantly.
"Uncle Huang, do you want us to bring this noodles to you?" Jiang Qi and Liu Lan asked in unison.
"Please help me carry it in when the time comes." Huang Fugui nodded, brushed his clothes, and went upstairs.
Jiang Qi and Liu Lan brought six bowls of noodles into the innermost small room. There was no air conditioning in the small room. It was hot now and the temperature was not low even at night. The noodles just out of the pot would not get cold even if left for more than ten or twenty minutes.
After serving the noodles, Jiang Qi and Liu Lan did not go downstairs. Instead, they sat in the next room and waited for the results.
Five minutes later, Huang Fugui led Zhou Yuan and six others to the small room.
Although Zhou Yuan and the other six played the modern game for several hours, everyone was very into the game. When they entered the room and saw six bowls of noodles, they were all confused. Xu Qingrui even accidentally said the words of Wang Yidao that Jiang Qi saw in his memory.
"Mr. Huang, aren't we here to meet the God of Cooking? Why don't we see the God of Cooking but only noodles? What does the noodles on the table mean?" Although Xu Qingrui knew that she would have noodles, she was stunned when the noodles were placed in front of her.
Silker
"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a smile.
The six people were shocked.
Huang Fugui began his performance.
Liu Lan and Jiang Qi, who were sitting in the next room, craned their necks to watch, with Liu Lan commenting with great interest as he watched.
"Uncle Huang is really amazing, he is worthy of being a veteran actor in the troupe. Jiang Qi, look at their expressions, they would believe it if they said they were filming. When Uncle Huang finished his performance and they ate the noodles, wow, wow, who can stand this."
Jiang Qi nodded in agreement: "Yeah, who can handle this? I want to see who is still dissatisfied this time."
"ah?"
"nothing."
The performance in the room soon came to an end. Zhou Yuan and the other six were completely stunned. They looked at Huang Fugui and then at the vegetable noodles in front of them. They felt that they had never played a script-killing game with such true feelings in their lives.
Huang Fugui bowed to the six people and said, "Everyone, it's getting late now. I have to go home to read by lamplight and cook noodles for my hungry son. I'll take my leave now."
"Please try the vegetable noodles that made Huang famous. If they are cold, they will not taste good."
After saying that, Huang Fugui pushed the door open and left, not forgetting to close it.
Jiang Qi and Liu Lan couldn't wait to rush to the door and listen to the noise inside.
Soon, the sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding could be heard from inside.
The sound of eating noodles.
The sound of eating noodles can't be stopped at all.
The sound of noodle soup.
The sounds of drinking noodle soup came one after another.
"Woooooooooooooo, I really love the script so much, hiccup!"
"Hic, I want to eat the beef noodles my mom made."
"Mr. Huang, no, God of Cooking, do you have any more noodles? I can still eat more!"
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