Chapter 295: Charming Him with Wisdom
In a short while, the chef had taken more than 30 lives by asking "Is the food delicious?"
In the atmosphere of fear, everyone was silent, only the scholar in the corner was laughing.
Every time the chef kills someone, the scholar's power increases a little.
Ye Xiaoman turned her head to look at the complacent scholar. She guessed correctly that today's new rules were indeed related to eating, specifically, to the chef.
The people present must have violated the chef's "rules" when answering the questions.
"Delicious" or "Not delicious", the answer is not important, the key is not to violate its taboos.
What is the correct answer? When will Chef stop killing?
Perhaps only after the only scholar who knows the rules gives the answer, and the others follow suit, can they escape.
But the scholar deliberately chose a very remote seat, and the chef had to ask most of the people present before he could approach him.
Ye Xiaoman's table was far ahead of the scholar's and on the chef's route, so she had no time to wait for the scholar's answer.
The situation is urgent, the conditions for solving the puzzle are vague, and the correct answer is impossible to guess.
Ye Xiaoman was not discouraged. She kept a close eye on the chef's every move, her brain working rapidly.
Bang!
The chef tore a resident in half. He asked so many people, but didn't get the answer he wanted to hear. He became even more manic:
"You all really don't take me seriously!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The chef's footsteps were getting closer and closer to Ye Xiaoman's dining table.
Ye Xiaoman frowned. Respect? Disregard?
Such strong emphasis on class hierarchy reminded her of the divine realm, where hierarchy is clearly defined.
She had some idea of how the chef died. Maybe his family made a mistake when cooking for a royal family, and the royal family played a game of "Nine Clans Candy Crush" with them.
If she guessed from this angle, she could probably guess what the "rules of the day" that the scholar had obtained were.
"It's over, it's over," the person at the same table muttered anxiously, "Shouldn't we just keep quiet?"
The other escorts objected, "It seems someone who didn't speak was executed just now."
"I recorded what the dead said. Are there any taboo words I can't use?"
Only Qi Kou remained calm, and she had a mysterious confidence in Ye Xiaoman.
Before they could come up with a specific plan, the chef, with a strong sense of anger, came to the table.
It pointed its bloody finger at the people at the table and asked the same old question in a sinister tone: "Is it delicious?"
The escorts were shocked by its strong murderous aura. Their eyes widened in fear for a moment, unable to utter a word.
Ye Xiaoman didn't have time to verify whether the inference in her mind was correct. She stood up decisively and used her life as a proof.
She first imitated Ji Wenyi, showing a smile that was both respectful and arrogant, and bowed deeply to the chef seriously.
"The food you prepare is incredibly delicious. I think even the Ji royal family would be full of praise for it."
To be on the safe side, she placed another object on the table.
Qi Kou and the bodyguards held their breath, not daring to breathe.
The chef stared at Ye Xiaoman, and his anger quickly subsided.
It didn't make a sound for a long time, but lowered its head to look at Ji Wenyi's token on the table. After recognizing the royal emblem, a hint of fear appeared in its eyes.
"Well, sit down."
The chef passed Ye Xiaoman and walked to the next table.
The escorts escaped death, and their backs were soaked when they found out.
Qi Kou said happily: "I knew you would have a way."
Ye Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and wiped her bangs which were a little wet with sweat.
She followed Qi Kou's self-praise in an enigmatic manner: "Yes, everything is under my control."
Today's rules should be:
——Respect the person who cooks for you.
After guessing the rules, the standard of respect varies from person to person, and the difficulty is how to make the other person feel respected.
People from the divine realm are most particular about etiquette and hierarchy.
When speaking to someone you respect, at least stand up from the table and answer politely.
You will get extra points if you can place the bowls and chopsticks properly, keep the rice bowls free of residual rice grains, and prevent rice from falling on the table.
The person in front will die, most likely because of his negligent attitude.
If Ye Xiaoman had not traveled to the divine realm and had not observed the chef's awkward psychology so well, she probably would not have figured out such a tricky and strange, yet very reasonable way of dealing with the problem.
Next, those who were asked questions by the chef passed the test smoothly with Ye Xiaoman’s demonstration, and no one was killed anymore.
The chef couldn't harvest heads anymore, felt bored, and returned to the kitchen in disappointment.
The scholar's good deeds were ruined, and he glared at Ye Xiaoman fiercely.
Ye Xiaoman seemed to sense his malicious gaze, and she stood up from the table and walked towards him arrogantly, as if she wanted to cause trouble for him directly.
The scholar swallowed his saliva with a weak look on his face.
Ye Xiaoman stopped at a few tables in front of him and stood in front of Yue Mushan's table.
No young boy can resist a smart older sister.
She had just solved the problem and was so proud of it that the petals of the flower in her bun fell off, leaving a branch standing on her head.
She didn't notice it and flirted with Yue Mushan in a self-conscious manner. Yue Mushan looked at the branches in her hair and thought she was silly... and cute.
He leaned lazily back in his chair, curling up the corners of his mouth.
She asked, "My companions and I want to visit the villa. Would you like to be our tour guide?"
The fox demon held her chin and looked at Ye Xiaoman, hiding her admiration for her intelligence: "I don't want to."
Unexpectedly, Yue Mushan agreed: "Yes."
Ye Xiaoman turned around happily and waved vigorously, and the escorts came over.
The fox demon was very surprised and asked Yue Mushan in a low voice: "Why did you agree to her?"
Yue Mushan said, "She just helped all of us."
"That's good," the fox demon stroked her chest with lingering fear, "I thought you fell in love with her."
"You think too much." Yue Mushan stood up, pulled out the branch on Ye Xiaoman's head, and strode out of the cafeteria door.
The fox demon looked at the tip of his tail gently shaking behind him and complained inwardly: But you look quite happy.
The villa is very big, and if you really want to visit the whole villa, you need to arrange a two-day trip. Yue Mushan took Ye Xiaoman to see the main attractions.
Ye Xiaoman took this opportunity to measure the land with her feet and memorize the general topography of the villa in her mind.
"To the north is where the villa staff live," Yue Mushan said, pointing to a cemetery in the distance. The cemetery was covered with tombstones and was taller than all the buildings in the villa. The mountain was filled with black air. "It's best not to go near it."
Yue Mushan was very dedicated as a tour guide and shared all the survival experience he had gained as an old resident.
"This bridge is called the 'Broken Soul Bridge'. There are drowned ghosts in the water looking for replacements. Don't cross it. If you want to cross it, take the path next to it."
"If you want to go for an outing, you can go to the vicious dog forest. You must leave the forest before sunset, otherwise you will be killed by the vicious dogs in the forest."
"The Peeling Pavilion is the perfect place to cool off, overlooking most of the villa..."
Yue Mushan introduced it here, looked forward, and his voice suddenly stopped.
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