Zhou Yiqing also choked, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes.

"It's okay, before the temperature rises, the institute will automatically extinguish the fire, but if the vine really rushes into the institute to ignite the fire, the door of the institute falls, and tomorrow we may have to find a way to break into the institute and enter the institute."

Qinghui didn't listen to his explanation much, but he just heard two words, and it was fine.

He retracted his seat with peace of mind, leaned back softly, and continued to mutter, "Then where are the ducks?" ”

I really don't know.

Jiang Cheng thought about it carefully in his heart, and then replied, "Maybe you have to go to a farm or something like that, to see if you have run away or starved to death, but I think ......" is more hanging."

Qinghui replied, and he didn't know if he heard it clearly, it was vague.

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he reacted, and he also felt that something was wrong.

Obviously, they are in the last days, and they have just escaped from danger, why is it that at this time, the car is talking about how to successfully make a Peking duck in the last days?

He felt that his eldest lady was collecting raw materials.

Gather a chef who makes Peking duck, then think about how to make the side dishes of Peking duck, and then think about how to successfully get a duck to roast.

Honestly, we're a little too laid-back, aren't we?

Is it really good to be so laid-back in these last days?

Jiang Cheng complained in his heart.

But I still couldn't help but think about the topic that Qinghui had deviated from.

Qinghui didn't care much when he got the answer.

There's always a way to do it anyway.

She didn't believe she couldn't eat a roast duck.

Wen Yin, who has been silently pretending to be dumb next to him, always feels like he is a tool man.

But tool people are tool people.

She really has never been so grateful to herself for having this skill like today, and she can still save her life in the last days.

For example, meet a leader who is obsessed with making Peking duck.

It's very good.

She also has to learn other dishes seriously, so as not to wait for Qinghui Peking duck to get tired of eating it, and want to ignore her.

Wen Yin nodded seriously, feeling related.

This research institute was not far from Qinghui's residence.

Qinghui's small villa was left to Qinghui by Qinghui's mother, and it is also a small villa in the suburbs, and the research institute is also in the suburbs.

Looking out from Qinghui's side, you can still see thick smoke billowing in the distance, slowly rising.

It can be seen that it is still more tragic over there.

Everyone stopped, and Jiang Cheng got out of the car and communicated with the people in the second car.

Then they looked at Qinghui's villa together.

Qinghui's mother's family is very rich, and it is mainly engaged in system security, although it is not very close to Qinghui, but Qinghui should have a little bit.

This villa is where Qinghui usually lives when he doesn't go to school, and the safety factor is naturally very high.

I can see that there is some blood stains outside, but the inside of the villa, including the small garden, is clean, except for the fact that it has not been cleaned for a long time, there is no other feeling of the end of the world.

"Miss, go and unlock it."

Jiang Cheng turned his head to speak to Qinghui, who jumped out of the car.

They didn't have the courage to challenge the security measures in Qinghui's house.

After all, just look at the bloodstains outside the house.