Start with the script killing shop

Jiang Qi doesn't know whether Liu Lan will be imprisoned for his reasoning book, but Jiang Qi is certain that Liu Lan is 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 without saying a word. When Jiang Qi came in, they cheered and started sharing snacks and drinks. drinks, then continued to stare at Ben and the clue cards without saying a word.

Liu Lan sat in the corner with her head propped up and wanted to say something. When she mentioned the water pipe, the junior high school student guessed there was a hole in the ground. When she mentioned the hanging air conditioner, the junior high school student guessed there was a hole in the ceiling. When she mentioned the sofa, the junior high school student guessed there was a hole behind the wall. holes, so when Jiang Qi went out, all he could think about was how could there be so many holes in this small secret room.

In stark contrast to the taciturnity of the modern room, the atmosphere of the ancient-style room is extremely cheerful. The six best friends are undoubtedly having fun. Jiang Qi can hear the excited shouting inside as he passes by: "Huang Yuanwai, I won, I will add points." , I’ll add points!”

Downstairs, there is old John who is watching Ben.

When Old John was reading the book, he was in the same state as when he was reading a book. He was very silent, expressionless, and very slow.

Combined with the prison atmosphere in the modern room upstairs, Jiang Qi began to think about whether it was the right choice for Old John to bring a reasoning book to increase his reputation.

When the time came to 10:30 when the modern house mystery book should theoretically be finished, Jiang Qi sent a message asking Liu Lan how long it would take for her to finish. Liu Lan sent an emoticon to express that she was pushing forward with all her strength. The boy's parents had already called to urge him, and she tried to finish it before eleven o'clock.

As a result, when eleven o'clock came, Liu Lan's side was not finished yet, and Huang Fugui came down to stretch noodles.

"Uncle Huang, is it about to end over there?" Jiang Qi counted the time and found that it was almost over.

More than three hours, including cooking noodles, participating in performances, solo performances and eating noodles, more than four hours are in line with the original duration of this book.

Jiang Qi remembered that the host manual said 4-7 hours. In theory, the more people, the longer the time.

"Yes." Huang Fugui said with a smile, "Those girls are very happy, and the points are very close to each other. We are playing who is the undercover now. If you don't need me, I will come down and cook noodles. It will be over soon. Yes. The expert I watched in the video last night said that it is not good for the health of little girls to stay up late. It is not good for these six little girls to stay up late and sleep late if they are all coated with lead powder so thickly. It is time for them to go back to rest."

Facing Jiang Qi, a late-nighter who didn't go to bed until five o'clock this morning, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Qi paused and said, "Cosmetics are quite safe now, and there is no need for lead powder."

"Oh, really? That's good. I'll go back and study it tonight."

Jiang Qi:......

"I think you should go to bed early..."

Just as he was talking, Liu Lan's side was over. Liu Lan was still packing her things upstairs when six junior high school students came down laughing.

"I told you there was something wrong with the wall. If you didn't believe me, you would have solved the secret room long ago if you had listened to me!"

"Fart, you are talking about a hole behind the wall, a hammer hole, and you still listen to me. I was obviously right at the beginning, but I felt there was something wrong when sister DM mentioned the air conditioner."

"Come on, I solved the last secret room, okay?"

"What did you solve? It was obviously because Sister DM reminded you that you solved it."

"I solved it too. If you don't accept it, come back next time!"

"If you come again, come again. I pointed out the murderer last time."

"Nonsense, you are just guessing."

"I think it's still too difficult today."

"Yes, it's too difficult. The secret room is not suitable for us. We have no clue."

"right!"

In the chaos, the boy who came with fried skewers walked to the counter, found his 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 for one person and 468 for 6 people. You drank 5 bottles of Coke, 2 cans of Sprite, 3 bottles of sparkling water, and ate 11 packs of potato chips, 7 packs of spicy strips, and 3 packs of konjac. You won’t be charged for silk, two bags of chicken feet, snacks and Sprite, it’s 560 in total.”

The boy couldn't count the money at all. When Jiang Qi said this, he felt that it was a lot cheaper all of a sudden. He happily counted the money and handed it to Jiang Qi.

"Total 560, you each give me 93. Chen Xie, you have to give me 95. You ate 3 bags of potato chips alone."

"Go back and count the money." Chen Xie is the boy who ate Oden. Although he ate 3 bags of potato chips, he was obviously not full, or he was hungry again after seeing Huang Fugui cooking noodles.

"Boss, are you cooking a midnight snack? Do you eat noodles for dinner and midnight snack?" Chen Xie asked.

The noodles are still rolling in the pot, the lid has not been opened, and the vegetables and eggs have not been put in. Today's noodles are just ordinary noodles, and there is nothing outstanding whether you look at them or smell them.

"No, Ben in the room next to you wants to eat noodles last. This is cooked for them." Jiang Qi explained.

"Why don't you want to eat noodles at the end of the game?" A boy was shocked.

"What's the point? I read on the Internet that you can play and eat hot pot at the same time!" The boy who paid had a strange look on his face.

It’s time to add vegetables to the noodles in the pot.

Huang Fugui opened the lid, and the aroma of wheat overflowed again. Strangely, the semi-finished vegetable noodles smelled far less attractive than the finished product. It seemed that the vegetables and eggs Huang Fugui added were the soul of the vegetable noodles he made. These two were missing. The noodles are just plain, ordinary noodles.

Huang Fugui began to skillfully beat the eggs with one hand, one after another, a total of six eggs. Each egg fell onto the surface and followed the ups and downs of the boiling water, maintaining a beautiful shape.

A boy was dumbfounded watching Huang Fugui's action of beating eggs.

"Let's go. It's already past eleven o'clock. If you don't go back, you will be scolded." The companion urged.

"Oh." As soon as the boy took a step forward, Huang Fugui's vegetables were ready.

The green vegetable noodles in the pot are instantly full of soul.

The six boys could no longer walk.

"Gudu." Someone swallowed loudly.

"It smells delicious." Chen Xie sighed after eating three bags of potato chips.

"I really want to eat this... play with this book." The boy who paid the money murmured.

After the noodles were cooked, Liu Lan cleaned up the room upstairs and came down holding the box and smelling it. It was strange to see six junior high school students standing at the door like logs.

"Did you not take anything? It's already past 11 o'clock and it's quite late. Chen Xie, didn't your mother ask you to go back early?" Liu Lan asked.

As soon as these words came out, Chen Xie and the others walked out the door one after another as if they had woken up from a dream.

"Let's go, let's go, it's really late."

"Who will take a taxi back with me?"

"Why don't we play noodle books next time? There's no point in playing reasoning books all the time."

"Um!"

Liu Lan was stunned: "Why do you eat noodles?"

Jiang Qi gestured with his eyes to Huang Fugui's newly served noodles, and Liu Lan understood instantly.

"Uncle Huang, do you want us to help you serve it here?" Jiang Qi and Liu Lan asked in unison.

"You guys can 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. The small room did not have air conditioning. It was hot now and the temperature was not low even at night. The freshly cooked noodles would not cool down even if they were left for more than ten or twenty minutes.

After the noodles were finished, Jiang Qi and Liu Lan didn't go out and went to the next room to sit and wait to see the results.

Five minutes later, Huang Fugui led Zhou Yuan and six others to the small room.

Although Zhou Yuan and the six of them played modern games for several hours, everyone was very into the game. When they entered the room, they were confused when they saw six bowls of noodles in the room. Xu Qingrui even accidentally said Jiang Wang Yidao's words that Qi saw in his memory.

"Huang Yuanwai, aren't we here to see the God of Cooking? How come we didn't see the God of Cooking but only the noodles? What does the noodles on the table mean?" Although Xu Qingrui had known that she was going to eat noodles, she was surprised when the noodles were placed in front of her. Senseless.

"I am the God of Cooking." Huang Fugui said with a genuine smile.

The six people were shocked.

Huang Fugui started his performance.

Sitting in the next room, Liu Lan and Jiang Qi craned their necks to watch. Liu Lan commented with gusto while watching.

"Uncle Huang is really amazing, and he deserves to be a veteran actor in the troupe. Jiang Qi, look at their expressions, even if they say they are filming, they will believe it. After Uncle Huang finished the performance, they ate noodles again, tsk tsk tsk, who can bear this. "

Jiang Qi nodded in agreement: "Yes, who can handle this? I want to see who else is dissatisfied this time."

"ah?"

"nothing."

The performance in the room quickly came to an end. Zhou Yuan and the other six people were completely dumbfounded. Looking at Huang Fugui and then at the vegetable noodles in front of them, they felt that they had never played script killing with such true feelings in their lives.

Huang Fugui bowed his hands to the six of them: "Everyone, it's getting late now. Huang has to go home and stay up all night to read and cook noodles for an empty dog, so I'll take my leave now."

"Please try the green vegetable noodles that made Huang famous first. If this noodles is cold, it won't taste good."

After saying that, Huang Fugui pushed the door open and left, not forgetting to close the door.

Jiang Qi and Liu Lan couldn't wait to rush to the door and listen to what was going on inside.

Soon, the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks came from inside.

The sound of eating noodles.

The sound of eating noodles couldn't stop at all.

The sound of noodle soup.

The sound of drinking noodle soup comes and goes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuah, I love the script so much that I'm going to kill it, burp!"

"Hiccup, I want to eat the beef noodles made by my mother."

"Huang Yuanwai, ah no, Chef God, is there any more noodles? I can still eat it!"