Early in the morning, Lin Chengcheng originally wanted to go to the kitchen again to show off his breakfast cooking skills to save some face, but he was directly locked by Lan Qi and locked out of the kitchen.

Thinking that his cooking skills were indeed not forced, Lin Chengcheng went directly to the front of the store to see that the neighbors on the commercial street had started their busy preparations for the day.

The taste of Qin's confinement soup, not to mention that it is not ordinary fragrant!

Thinking that he also had a lot of spare money, Lin Chengcheng happily scanned the code with the store owner to order a pigeon soup at noon, and got an exclusive discount for his neighbors.

Here I was going to go around and take a turn, which can be regarded as a morning exercise, and Lin Chengcheng was shouted to stop by the proprietress of the Qin family's shop.

"I see you guys live in the store too? You're lucky, you just moved here, and the big light bulb in the back that hasn't been turned off for three years won't come on. ”

As she spoke, the proprietress of the Qin family's confinement soup pointed to a conspicuous pole at the edge of the large wasteland behind the shop, about eight or nine meters high, and a corresponding light bulb placed on the top.

Lin Xiaodou looked at the past, and could guess how bright the bulb was at night.

On the side of the shopping street, although the store is closed at night, considering that there are still a lot of things in the store, there are corresponding store keepers sleeping here every night.

If the light is too bright at night, it will become a kind of light pollution.

Being able to be remembered by the proprietress of the confinement soup, and even having a sense of great pleasure, Lin Chengcheng was curious about why the light bulb didn't turn on.

When Lin Chengcheng was called back to the grocery store for breakfast by the Silver Pill Fairy, it was already half an hour later.

I deliberately circled around the manufacturer near the telephone pole twice, but I didn't see a formal billboard.

Not to mention that the door was closed, Lin Chengcheng always felt a little depressed after approaching that place.

Back in the grocery store, Lin Chengcheng ate two bites of cold noodles specially made by Lan Qi, and the comfort of his whole body also spread.

"I didn't expect your cold noodles to taste good!"

Lin Chengcheng wanted to praise Lan Qiju for having half of my true biography, but in the end he chose to give up.

Lan Qi's cold noodles, after chewing in the mouth, there are several layers of flavor on the tip of the tongue.

I'm not sure how he did it, but it's definitely not as simple as he thinks.

Hearing Lin Chengcheng's praise, Lan Qi answered that it was okay, and the hand under the table was obviously much more relaxed.

I didn't expect that the cooking skills I had learned in my free time over the years could be used to take care of her.

After the meal, Lin Chengcheng originally wanted to take the initiative to contract to clean up the dishes and chopsticks and send them to the dishwasher to clean up by the way, but he was directly motioned by Lan Qi to the Yindan Fairy to do this.

Fortunately, it was all trivial housework, but it didn't make Lin Chengcheng feel a sense of guilt about child labor.

Thinking of the strangeness he felt when he went to the factory over there before, Lin Chengcheng also chatted with Lan Qi.

"I always feel that something is not quite right in that factory, how about I go over and take a look at it later?"

It's like being let go of a restless cat in the heart, and Lin Chengcheng, who scratches, always feels that something is wrong.

This strange sixth sense came too strongly, and Lin Chengcheng decided to pull Erlang Shen, who was deeply hidden in the three flavors of true fire, to explore it again.

It's too coincidental that the lights are off, and there's definitely something wrong inside!