When Meng Fei glanced around, Ai Ting had already made preparations and led him to stay away from the dangerous witch Mo Sheng.
Meng Fei also cooperated obediently, focusing only on his wife, and finally nothing strange happened again.
An hour later, everyone was fresh and fresh, put on dry clothes, wrapped themselves in coats, and sat in the yard together.
It gets dark very early in winter. At about six o'clock, it was completely dark.
The surrounding mountains and fields were almost completely black except for a few lights like fireflies.
But clear skies are the complete opposite. Because it was the end of the month, the moon only had a thin line like a hook. But the sky is full of stars, so brilliant.
As far as Meng Fei's memory is concerned, only when he was very young in his previous life did he look up and see so many stars.
It's a pity that I have never paid attention to the position of each constellation, and I have no way to judge whether what I see in front of me is the same starry sky as what I saw in my previous life.
When he was young, he used to think that stars would make a sizzling sound when they blinked.
Later he learned that it was not the sound of stars blinking, but the screams of bats passing overhead on a summer night.
There are no bats here, just the growling sounds in the stomachs of hungry people.
Everyone sat consciously around a barbecue pit, swallowing their saliva and getting ready for a big meal.
Although the mountain wind was cold at night, it hurt my face a bit. But it doesn’t matter. After a while, the fire started to burn, and it stopped being cold, right?
The administrator of "Eye in the Sky" appeared just in time.
"Hurry up and put on the charcoal fire."
Someone urged.
"Ah."
Auntie introduced with a smile as usual.
"Our self-service barbecue pits and vegetables for barbecue, such as bamboo shoots, potatoes, mushrooms, etc., are provided free of charge."
Boss Fan, who is more serious, retorted politely:
"You can't say that. The room fee for each of us is more than 800 per night. This small building costs more than 8,000 per night. Can't you send some vegetables?"
Faced with such a bully, the aunt could only smile awkwardly and continue:
"The vegetables we have here, whether they are bamboo shoots or shiitake mushrooms, are all produced in the original ecological environment of Tiantong Mountain."
Boss Fan shook his head again and said:
"The lives sown by airplanes on Mount Baekdu are also wild products. But what does it matter? Why don't you quickly tell me how much it costs to light a pot of charcoal?"
The aunt cheered up and said, "We have an unlimited supply of charcoal here. The charge is per head. Each head is 200 yuan."
When Ai Ting heard this, she almost jumped up:
"There are ten of us here, and each of us costs 200 yuan. Doesn't this basin of charcoal actually cost 2,000 yuan? This is too expensive."
It's not like she has no money. What's more, the money spent was not her money, but the money of the problem center. But now she is the director of the problem center, and every expense of the problem center must be signed by her. The habit of saving money is deeply ingrained and will not change despite repeated admonitions.
"Handsome beauties, the charcoal we have here is all original ecological wood from Tiantong Mountain..."
"etc."
Then Suzaku interrupted her.
"Since the stove is free to use, there's no problem in bringing your own charcoal, right?"
"This... of course there is no problem."
The administrator aunt has seen people bring their own ingredients, but never seen people bring their own charcoal.
"Okay, just go and bring the free vegetables. You don't have to worry about the charcoal."
"..."
Auntie left in confusion.
Suzaku lowered his head and looked into the barbecue. This is a quite large iron stove, about half a meter high and slightly larger than the washbasin.
There was a newly replaced iron mesh on the brazier, and the inside was covered with black pebbles. There are still ashes of residual charcoal among the pebbles.
Suzaku puffed up his cheeks and began to blow air into the basin. But as we all know, she can't blow air, and blowing fire is just about the same.
Even though she tried her best to control her strength, the flames she blew out instantly turned the entire stove red.
Realizing that the force was too strong, she breathed lightly instead. This time the effect is much better.
Under the cold mountain wind, the surface of the stove returned to its original dark appearance. The charcoal basin is still filled with red "charcoal fire", and from time to time, flames jump out like an uncontrollable dancer.
Even outdoors in the mountains in winter, the warm red light shines on everyone's face and body, driving away every bit of the cold. Meng Fei remembered the scene of the family sitting around the charcoal pot to warm up in the winter.
Miraculously, after Suzaku stopped breathing, the flames of the barbecue did not diminish at all and kept burning brightly.
"What's going on? Where does this endless energy come from?"
Meng Fei was a little curious and felt that this matter violated the law of conservation of energy.
Before Suzaku could answer, Mo Sheng had already satisfied his master's curiosity with extreme self-consciousness.
“The teacher used a small amount of negative entropy.
"According to my calculations, the value of this bit of negative entropy is much less than two thousand green mango coins."
Meng Fei was speechless. So do all women like to take advantage?
In any case, under the horrified eyes of the aunt, the cheap meat they bought from the small supermarket at the foot of the mountain was placed on the iron fence.
Red flames burst out of the empty charcoal basin, licking the raw meat like a hungry tongue.
Drops of blood foam and grease burst out from the scarlet flesh, falling into the "stone fire" in the iron basin.
With every drop of grease that fell, a bright yellow-white flame steamed up the stone.
Various organic molecules are decomposed with the flames and dispersed in the air. The charming smell of barbecue makes people even hungrier.
Pfft, pfft.
Cans of cans were pulled open.
You don’t have to drive here, so there’s no need to be taboo about drinking.
Barbeques made with all lean meat are not good, they are too tooth-consuming. But full fat is definitely not an option.
Only half fat and half thin. After one bite, the fat part instantly disintegrates into smooth fat, and the thin part is moistened by the fat to chew out the soft and delicious flavor.
Coupled with a sip of cold but exciting beer full of carbon dioxide, this feeling can really make people forget all their worries.
Unfortunately……
Tension is still on alert all around.
Ansheng and Fan Bu were still discussing the extremely boring pesticide of the dead.
One of Chen Han and Tang Wenwen was telling about the technical difficulties they encountered, and the other was bragging about his own. I really don’t know how they got along?
There is so no atmosphere.
In such a warm time, there should be something interesting. Like, playing a killing game? Or, a mystery show?
Suzaku seemed to be starving and was devouring it. No, this bird seems to have swallowed the bamboo sticks together with the barbecue? Nothing will happen?
Just when Meng Fei was thinking this, Mo Sheng's eyes flashed and he criticized unceremoniously:
"Chen Han, Wenwen, your topic is so boring.
"Mr. An, Boss Fan, we finally came here for activities, but you are still discussing the game. It ruins the atmosphere."
Then she said to Suzaku:
"Teacher, you should spit out the bamboo sticks when eating barbecue. Otherwise, the bamboo sticks will damage your stomach."
Finally, she looked around, her eyes shining like stars:
“To liven up the atmosphere, let’s all play a reasoning game together!”
