After a while, the cook sighed and replied sadly, "I don't know why, this kind of thing always happens." ”

She shook her head, as if shaking off unhappy memories: "It's not good for us to remember these horrible things, don't you say?" Dear autumn pear. Then he stared at Akiri without blinking.

Qiu Li only felt a chill rush from the center of her feet to the top of her head, and at this moment, she almost thought that even the cook had awakened.

She pretended to be calm and replied, "Isn't it, it's better to remember more beautiful things, terrible things will only slow down my cooking speed!" ”

Listening to her joke, the cook regained a smile on her weird face, and whispered to Qiuli again: "Dear Qiuli, have you heard?" One of the guests had a heart attack and died, which was terrible. ”

Qiu Li was stunned, looking at the cook in front of her who seemed to be restarted, and felt a little afraid.

"Don't tell me about this kind of thing in the future, I just want to cook well." Akiri distanced herself from her again and put the brewed coffee on the dining car.

The cook nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes, it's terrible, let's not discuss it." ”

Looking at the figure of the cook pushing the dining cart out, Qiu Li took her breakfast in her hand and ate it in a big gulp. The aroma of coffee wafts through the room, and when you take a sip, the mellow bitterness reverberates in your mouth.

This somewhat eased her anxiety.

No one can understand her sorrow.

Her toned lines are just data, these hateful but beautiful illusions.

After eating breakfast and drinking coffee, her mood was much more relaxed, and she suddenly thought of a key question, who else knows about the fact that she and the hostess are best friends? Tracey came to see herself and climb the window. It seems that Tracy's family status is not high.

Seeing that the cook who went out to deliver food was coming back, she flashed out quickly, she didn't want to deal with this data person yet.

The cook and the doorman are a couple, but the doorman has no memory of what he looks like, so it is better to walk a hundred steps after the meal and go to the guard's room to touch it.

With a twist of footsteps, he turned from the way to the hall to the small door on the side of the hallway.

It was a path to the outdoors, and after about ten minutes, it came to an end, with two black iron gates standing on the high fence, looking a little imposing.

The guard's room is on the right side of the iron gate and is connected to the fence.

The door to the guard's room was closed, and she peeked through the window, and it was arranged in a similar way to the school's communication room, with a desk and a chair, and a registration booklet on the table.

There is also a door inside, which should be where the cook and the doorman rest.

In a huge castle, the kitchen lady usually does the chores in the castle, and the doorman is responsible for the greening within the fence in addition to watching the gate.

She looked around to see no one and stretched out her arm to take the registration booklet from the table.

This book records the list of visitors for half a year, and the registration is very neat, and it seems that this doorman is very conscientious.

Flipping through the pages, he was a little surprised, and he looked at the last notes of the lists, especially the middle pages.

On March 1, the minibus arrived at the castle with seven guests......

Zhang Xiaofeng, note: died of heart attack on March 2;

Mike, Note: Died of self-hanging on March 3;

Huang Sanlang, note: died of drowning on March 6;

……

Li Xiaojing, note: I left the castle on March 7 by minibus.

For exactly seven days, the first three days, one person died every day, on the fourth day there was beginninglessness, and on the seventh day only one person escaped. On other dates, the visit records are similar, but there are also players who have escaped. Most of the players are in groups of seven, but there are also eight.

There are guests here once a month, which means that when this group of guests is gone, she will have a very free time.

The seven people at the beginning of March, somewhat like the standard template, should have had a fixed outcome of their deaths, and she wrote it down in that order.

Turning the registration manual to the latest page, and was about to look closely, there was a whistling wind behind her ears, she quickly turned her head, but did not completely avoid it, and her head hurt sharply, and she fell to the ground in response......

When I woke up again, I saw the fat face of the cook when I opened my eyes. The brain, which was still a little fuzzy, instantly sobered up a little more.

The cook said in a coquettish voice, "My dear Qiuli, you have finally woken up. ”

"Early in the morning, what are you doing in the guard's room?" He asked her in a delicate tone, and at the same time his eyes did not blink.

Her hairs stood on end, touched the back of her head, which was still a little painful, sat up, and quickly glanced at the surrounding furnishings, this place looked strange, but the door was the same as the door that looked in from the previous window, this should be the doorman's bedroom.

She put down her hand and looked dazed: "I took a walk here and saw that there was no one in the guard room, and a notebook fell at the door, so I picked it up and looked at it, what happened, why did my head hurt so much!" ”

The cook almost had no doubt, a sweet smile appeared on her face again, and she squeezed a pair of eyes into two slits: "I see, I just came back to get something, and I saw you lying on the ground, is there something hidden in your body?" ”

Her chubby hands came over and put them on Qiu Li's right hand: "My dear Qiu Li, you have to have a good examination of your body." ”

Qiu Li hurriedly got out of bed, put her shoes on her feet indiscriminately, stood up straight and replied, "I'm in good health." He snorted disdainfully.

When she walked out of the guard room, she turned her head to look at the cook who came out with her, a little embarrassed, her attitude just now did not look like what a person who took care of herself should be.

She whispered a thank you to her, and asked casually, "Why haven't you seen the doorman brother all the time?" ”

The cook covered her mouth with her hand, accepted her thanks with a happy face, and pouted when she heard the latter sentence: "Where can he go, let's make a trap in the forest behind." Her fat index finger pointed to the woods at the back of the castle near the wall.

"Why do you make traps? You won't injure your guests, right? Qiu Li hurriedly asked.

"We have to protect ourselves." The cook's face was rarely serious.

As soon as the words fell, she walked a few steps quickly and reached out to hold Qiu Li's arm: "Oh, let's make lunch, go back quickly, the guests are in a hurry." ”

"Then I'll rush back first, you don't have to worry about following slowly, I have me in the kitchen!" Qiu Li hurriedly pulled out her right hand and ran forward, and the happy laughter of the cook came from behind her.

At noon, she made Cantonese food, and she also stewed a pot of Tianma chicken soup, she wanted to make up for her dizzy head, and made fish head jelly pot, watercress in soup, salted fish steamed pork cake, cured claypot rice......

The ingredients in the kitchen are amazing, she can find everything she wants.

It would be better if you could wear it back on, and you can train your cooking skills here. She remembered that when she was competing for a position in the main star hotel, she was obviously better at cooking than another male chef, but she still missed out on the noble position of kitchen supervisor by one point.

In the next few years, she simply resigned and opened a private restaurant by herself, which can be regarded as experiencing a lot of things. I don't know if the private restaurant will close after I pass through.

Rubbing the back of her head, which was still a little painful, she pulled her mind back, this weird world is not useless, at least the kitchen is still YYDS.

She divided the dishes into plates, and waited for the cook to come and get them.

Leaning in front of the desk, she first served herself a bowl of soup, the delicious smell of chicken soup and the taste of Chinese medicine of gastrodia, mixed together, making her trance back to the time when she was in the main star.

took a sip, grinning with hot teeth, but felt the beauty of food, let's live well, she doesn't want to die a tragic death once a month like the original.

As the awakening lengthened, she vaguely felt that if she could be guaranteed to stay alive in every part of the game, there might be some unexpected benefits......