Su Qingyu said calmly: "I'm still young, I don't have rheumatic osteoarthritis and arthritis, and I have a lot of yin energy. I can save money on air conditioning in summer."
It doesn’t matter if you focus on one.
Shen Sinian no longer asked for trouble. He said, "The wedding just started in the evening. I'm a little hungry. Let's go to the big kitchen and have a look."
"Okay." She was particularly hungry this morning, and she could already feel her stomach twitching.
The big kitchen is not far from the Li Family Courtyard. Because most young people in the village go out to work, the only people left in Gongyang Village are old men and women.
The village is always filled with a vague fishy smell and the smell of grass, which makes people feel weak.
Su Qingyu got the orange peel obtained from the copy of [Metro Line 4], put it under her nose and sniffed it gently.
Feeling much better instantly.
The old men and women in the village have difficulty moving. The Li family is kind-hearted and set up a large canteen so that the old men and women in the village can eat here for free every day.
They walked side by side to the big kitchen, only to find that there was no one there.
The front yard is the lobby, and the back is the cooking area.
Shen Sinian fumbled in the kitchen and lit an oil lamp, illuminating the darkness.
He wrinkled his nose and asked, "Did you smell anything strange?"
"There's a foul smell." Su Qingyu looked at the big black pot on the earthen stove. There was a pot of green sticky porridge cooking in it, which looked disgusting.
Shen Sinian touched the iron pot with his hand. He hissed when it was burned and quickly retracted his hand. He asked depressedly: "The pot is still hot. There is no one in the kitchen. Who cooked the food?"
"Who else could it be? It's weird."
"Look first to see if there are any rules." Shen Sinian didn't really come to have breakfast. The system reminded him that there were new rules in the big kitchen, and he and Su Qingyu came here.
Shen Sinian didn't need to be reminded about this kind of thing.
As soon as he entered the door, Su Qingyu's eyes kept wandering around the room, trying to find any clues.
Su Qingyu saw Shen Sinian walking towards the pile of hay in the kitchen with a clear purpose, then turned his back to her and groped inside.
Finally, it seemed like I had something in my hand.
Su Qingyu immediately stopped his men's rummaging.
He walked to Shen Sinian's side in one stride and grabbed his hand that was about to be stuffed into his pocket.
She looked surprised, even with admiration, and deliberately whispered in her throat: "Brother Shen, you are so amazing, you found the rules so quickly!"
Su Qingyu's "Brother Shen" made Shen Sinian jump out of his wits, a chill rose in his heart, and he subconsciously loosened his hands.
This woman is shameless and has two faces!
Opening his hand, Su Qingyu successfully got the note.
She looked down and saw that it was indeed the rule.
Looking at the somewhat dissatisfied Shen Sinian with his peripheral vision, Su Qingyu sneered secretly in her heart. His actions just now were obviously hiding the rules, which was really insidious.
Unlike the female protagonist Luo Zixuan, the male protagonist has a system and can find clues to the rules more quickly.
If he deliberately concealed it, it would be a fatal crisis for Su Qingyu.
Su Qingyu must beware of Shen Sinian.
Fortunately, the rules required Su Qingyu and Shen Sinian to travel together, which gave Su Qingyu a chance to take precautions.
Shen Sinian found out that the rules he found by relying on system prompts fell into Su Qingyu's hands, and his face turned ugly.
He twitched the corners of his somewhat stiff lips and asked softly: "Good sister, look at what's written in the note?"
"There's nothing weird here. Don't scream so disgustingly, it's weird."
Shen Sinian:......
Su Qingyu opened the note and there were two rules written on it.
【Gongyang Village】Rules (Part 1)
[6. Only the large kitchen in the village provides edible food. Please dine with the villagers. The villagers here only like to eat vegetarian food and do not like to eat meat dishes.
When entering the country, please do as the Romans do. Men are required to serve toasts, but women are not allowed to eat. When eating, if you see someone sticking their chopsticks upright in their rice, please do not eat any food they have touched. 】
[7. When eating, please pay attention to your chopsticks and make sure they are the same length. If they are different lengths, please immediately throw the chopsticks into the bamboo basket under the table and replace them. 】
Previously, the rules Su Qingyu found in the big wine tank in the adobe house were the first, second, and third rules of [Gongyang Village] (Part 1), and here are the sixth and seventh rules.
There are two pieces missing in the middle.
Su Qingyu held the red paper with the rules written on it against the light.
The seventh rule, "Please immediately throw the chopsticks into the bamboo basket under the table," is written in red and black. If you are not careful, you can't read it at all.
It can be read clearly even if that paragraph is removed.
[When dining, please pay attention to your chopsticks and make sure they are the same length. If they are different lengths, change the chopsticks. 】
Is this different piece of text good or bad?
Can't tell now.
After writing down the rules, Su Qingyu handed the note to Shen Sinian.
She gently brushed the hair in front of her forehead with her fingers, and raised the corners of her lips slightly: "Rule 6 assigns us different tasks. You need to go to the table to toast, and I need to sit with other women.
Want to cooperate? We can exchange intelligence with each other. "
"Of course, it's a pleasure to work with you."
Shen Sinian agreed simply.
I just don’t know how much of it is true and how much of it is fake.
At 7:40 in the morning, old men and women from the village came from all directions. They walked in front, followed by the young people in the village.
The old man was panting and had to stop after taking a few steps.
The young people were behind, following suit, carrying the old man forward with their heads on their heads.
The big kitchen began to get crowded, and something was wrong with the pale-faced villagers. Their eyes were empty, and they sat in their seats without saying a word.
According to memory, there are no young people in the village anymore, and the large canteen built by the Li family is to serve the lonely elderly people.
Now, what is going on with these young people?
Shen Sinian and Su Qingyu followed the rules and guidelines and sat in different seats.
The men sat around the large round table, and Shen Sinian found a seat and sat down.
When the food was served, there was a layer of fishy foam floating on the green sticky porridge.
Among the unappetizing green food, there was a plate of plump braised pork.
The corners of Shen Sinian's lips curved downwards and he did not move his chopsticks.
Su Qingyu looked around and found that the women were squatting in the corner.
They were holding empty bowls in their hands, there was no table in front of them, and if the dishes were served, they were all placed on the floor.
Su Qingyu walked to the group of women.
She has no dishes.
At this time, a stooped and short old man with a white beard walked over. He was wearing a shabby gray cloth coat and a pair of cloth shoes that were almost worn out and could no longer be seen in their original condition.
"Good boy, you are hungry. Let's eat quickly." He handed Su Qingyu a bowl of rice and a pair of chopsticks.
Because he holds the ends of the chopsticks with his hands, creating the illusion that the chopsticks are the same length.
When Su Qingyu took the chopsticks, she realized that one was long and the other was short.
She looked up at the old man with a white beard and saw that his eyes were sunk deeply into his wrinkled face, glowing with a strange red light.
It's a trap!
"These chopsticks are not the same length. I need to replace them." There is no bamboo basket here. The bamboo basket is under the table where the man is sitting.
Su Qingyu must deal with this chopstick quickly.
The corners of the white-bearded old man's mouth opened unconsciously, revealing a row of yellow, uneven teeth. He said to Su Qingyu: "Just do it...kakaka...use it."
The other women squatting on the ground were all immersed in eating, and their bowls were full of green goo.
It seemed that he didn't hear the conversation between Su Qingyu and the old man.
Only one of the women was holding white rice in her hands, with two chopsticks stuck straight in the middle of the rice.
The woman felt Su Qingyu's gaze and slowly raised her head.
Her face was withered, her skin was as pale as wrinkled white paper, and her hair was scattered around her shoulders like messy cobwebs.
"Do you want to use my chopsticks?" the woman said quietly.
