In the evening, a light rain fell, pattering on the sycamore leaves outside.
Now that Sister Yu is gone, they face a very serious problem, that is, no one cooks. No one cooks, which means there is no food to eat tonight.
The wealthy man said, "You can beat me, but you can't starve me."
So, he went out to buy groceries and was responsible for cooking. There were teaching materials, and Qian Feifei downloaded the menu very responsibly and asked him to cook according to the menu.
The rich man waved his spatula and announced solemnly: "Dinner will be served on time at seven o'clock."
Everyone seemed very excited. They had basically seen the dishes on the menu, which is called an appetizer. What are they? Sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour pork, steamed pork with pickled vegetables, garlic bones, stir-fried fat roasted pork with garlic sprouts, and another one
Steamed grouper.
However, after seven o'clock, there were several bowls of white rice on the dining table. In front of each bowl of white rice was a pack of mustard and an unopened sausage.
Qian Feifan threw away the sausage, "With so many dishes, do you still need to eat this?"
The rich man said solemnly: "I suggest you not to throw it away."
Qian Feifan was disdainful, "I don't eat dog food, please serve it quickly."
The wealthy man sat in front of the table and shouted, "Everyone is ready to eat."
Everyone looked at him blankly. Others did not eat. He started first by himself, lowering his head to chop the rice, and then opened the mustard. He ate two bites of the rice with the mustard, and then opened the sausage and took two bites. He ate it with relish.
Qian Feifan couldn't sit still anymore and immediately went into the kitchen to look for food. The kitchen seemed to have experienced a disaster and was full of smoke. In the trash can, a lot of black things were lying there quietly. They were clearly the vegetables that the rich man bought today.
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"You bastard, did you mess up the food?" Qian Feifan came out with a fierce look and said angrily.
The rich man raised his head and swallowed a mouthful of white rice, "When I first came here, you could fill your stomach with just a piece of bread. Now you have white rice, pickled mustard and sausages. It's pretty good."
Qian Feifan's face suddenly darkened. What was it like back then? He was used to being hungry at that time. Since living here, he has had five dishes and one soup with white rice every day. He has despised bread to the point where it can be eaten in the dirt.
For dinner? He smashed his chopsticks at first, "I don't care, I won't eat if there is no food."
"If you want to eat, you can cook it yourself." The rich man got angry, "I've been busy all night and you didn't come to help. What's wrong? At least there is still rice to eat. If you don't want to eat it, go and cook the noodles yourself.
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"I would rather eat noodles than eat pig food like you." Qian Feifan roared twice and rushed into the kitchen like a whirlwind. After a while, a roar came from the kitchen, "You two hundred and five, you have used up all the oil."
What did you blow up?"
Lin Lefeng and Jing'er looked at each other, smiled helplessly, and lowered their heads to eat rice. What's going on now? It's good to have something to eat.
Qian Feifan walked out dejectedly, silently picked up the sausages on the ground, sat back at the dining table, and silently ate the pig food he just mentioned.
Because they were not full, everyone rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in search of snacks. Jing'er cooked some scallop white porridge for Abed, and everyone gathered around like locusts, asking for a bowl, but Jing'er cooked a bowl.
The autumn wind and autumn rain came together, and the weather was naturally cold. All the glass windows and doors in the house were broken by today's guns. This mansion was like an open house, with the cold wind coming in all around.
The weird atmosphere tonight started at nine o'clock in the evening. At first, only Jing'er felt it. She sat silently next to Lin Lefeng and watched TV. Both of them wore windbreakers to keep out the cold. Arnold was in the room with Abed.
, those bodyguards were also in Abed's house. Qian Feifei and the rich man were eating melon seeds. In the words of the rich man, although the melon seeds are not meaty, they have to move their mouths constantly to swallow, and the stomach will make a sound.
The command says I'm full.
In fact, everyone is very hungry tonight, and because they don’t have enough to eat, no one goes to bed.
Slowly, Lin Lefeng and Qian Feifan began to feel something strange, and the atmosphere became extremely strange. Water seemed to be dripping from the surrounding walls, as if the rain outside was soaking into the house.
The four of them looked at each other, and the wealthy man stood up first, "I'll go out and take a look."
Jing'er said calmly: "Don't look, no one can get in, no matter if it's a human or a ghost." She had already set up a barrier and placed an imperial title on it. No one, no matter whether it was a human or a ghost, could get close to the barrier.
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"This feeling is very strange, as if we are being stared at by many eyes." Tuhao said unnaturally.
"It doesn't seem like we are really being stared at by many eyes." Jing'er pointed outside, "Wang Qian summoned the lonely ghosts and waited outside to break through the boundary."
The wealthy man's scalp was numb, "Oh my God, I have trypophobia, so how can I go out at midnight tonight?"
His voice was very soft, but his question made everyone present very sad.
The local tyrants must go out, otherwise, they will all be tortured to death by the local tyrants at that moment.
"What should I do?" Qian Feifan spoke to Jing'er in a negotiating tone for the first time.
An evil light flashed in Jing'er's eyes. She looked at Qian Feifan and said, "I can save the eight hundred."
Eight hundred was the price she paid Qian Feifan to deal with Wang Qian, but as long as she kicked out the rich man, she could use the saved eight hundred yuan to treat her to a luxurious meal.
She turned to look at Tuhao, "Tuhao, are you hungry?"
The rich man nodded, "I'm very hungry."
"I'll give you a nice meal tomorrow," Jing'er said seductively.
The wealthy man is not stupid, "Say the terms, you won't treat me to a meal for no reason."
Jing'er pointed to the countless lonely ghosts outside the barrier and said, "Go and drive them away, and I'll give you a good meal tomorrow."
The wealthy man shook his head, "I won't go. I have trypophobia, so I won't go."
Jing'er smiled and said, "Don't worry, as long as you yell, all the ghosts will get away. Even if you close your eyes, it doesn't matter. You are the god of bad luck. As long as you name me, you will be unlucky."
"I would rather eat white rice." The rich man showed his spirit of a god at this time, "I am a god after all, and I will never bend my back just for a meal."
Lin Lefeng said lazily: "Plus a roast duck."
"Deal!" The rich man jumped up excitedly, "Master Feng knows what I'm thinking. He is indeed an old friend for many years."
Qian Feifan looked at him with disdain, "Where is the character of the immortal?"
"You can cover it when the time is right. How can you be brave when you're hungry? Really!" The wealthy man clapped his hands and said excitedly: "It's been a long time since I've dealt with so many ghosts."
Wang Qian indeed came to seek revenge on Jing'er with the soul-summoning bell in her hand. She stood outside the gate, holding the soul-summoning bell in her hand, and kept trying to rush in, but there seemed to be something invisible blocking the door. Every time she
When they hit it, they were all bounced back.
Jing'er stood in front of the broken window and looked at her, and suddenly said to the rich man thoughtfully: "After you go out, bring that woman in for me."
The wealthy man stood next to her and looked in the direction of her finger. He saw an upright-looking woman holding a bell in her hand and constantly hitting the barrier.
"She's a crazy woman!" The rich man was slightly surprised.
"She stole the judge's soul-calling bell, so all the ghosts must obey her orders. Only your atomic bomb can drive away so many lonely ghosts. Otherwise, even with our ability, it won't be effective until dawn."
Ah." Jing'er said.
The wealthy man patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me. You can treat me to a nice meal tomorrow."