Chapter 136: Cooking

No deity statue was worshipped, but the whole house gave people the feeling of suppressing something.

She suddenly felt a chill, rubbed her arms, and remembered many folk stories and legends. Those treasure appraisal bloggers she had once swiped past appeared in Su Mian's memory again.

Su Mian shook her head. If you don't say that Chinese-style horror is the scariest, what is? She pulled up a piece of cloth casually and covered the mirror.

After tossing and turning for a long time, she was starving. She searched for a long time and found that there was nothing to eat in the house except water.

Seeing this strange decoration, Su Mian didn't despair, but finding there was nothing to eat, she was truly desperate.

Following that were two knocks on the door. She moved lazily to the door, looked through the peephole on the door first, and there was no one.

A cardboard box was placed on the ground.

Su Mian pushed the door open, picked up the cardboard box, and found it was two eggs and a can of luncheon meat, as well as a few vegetable leaves and self-heating rice.

"Fresh Delivery" was written on the box.

Relying on her meager memory, she picked up her phone to check, and sure enough, there was a software for food delivery, named Fresh Delivery.

Except for the two buildings, all other places in this instance were completely black, without convenience stores, supermarkets, or vegetable markets.

It was like that kind of crudely constructed computer game, only willing to model the required range.

So do players usually get their diet through this software?

With questions, she clicked on the software. At the very top of the platform, it was marked "Today's Must-Buy", as well as "Remaining Stock".

The portion of all food was very small. For example, cabbage could only be bought by the number of leaves, eggs couldn't be bought by the basket, and seasonings were also in small four-grid doses.

Combined with the food received, it needed to be purchased daily, and the amount purchased each time was only enough for one day.

The platform announcement also prompted that the vegetables delivered daily could only be eaten on the same day, and the consequences of eating them overtime would be borne by oneself.

The platform closed the purchase channel at nine o'clock in the evening. Su Mian planned to buy tomorrow's vegetables back, but found that it didn't accept money, but another thing called "Vegetable Coin".

Her vegetable coins were zero.

This put Su Mian in a difficult position. She poked that eye-catching number, and the screen popped up a sentence.

"Whether to exchange continuance for vegetable coins?"

Intuition told her that the continuance here probably didn't refer to money. After thinking about it, Su Mian exited the software and planned to cook for herself first to restore her hunger value that was about to explode.

If she didn't eat anything, she felt her life value would also be deducted by two points.

She thought calmly, taking everything out of the box and placing it in the cramped kitchen.

The kitchen environment was also so bad that she frowned.

Oil smoke stuck to the wall skin, rust crawled out from the cracks, and the stove could be considered clean.

She stared at the gas stove for two seconds and turned the button, but there was no response.

After trying several times, it was still like this. She saw a disposable lighter placed casually next to it, the plastic shell yellowed and the handwriting unclear.

Su Mian picked up the lighter and approached the burner.

The moment the flame burst out, she subconsciously pushed forward a little, and as a result, the heat wave rushed up, burning her fingertips numb.

"... Hiss."

Su Mian gasped in pain, the lighter slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, the plastic shell bounced on the cement floor and rolled under the cabinet.

She stood in place for half a second.

The burned place ached in waves, the pain spreading slowly, and the corners of her eyes were stained with moisture.

Forget it, as long as the fire was lit. For the greenhouse little kapok who had never cooked, this was already the first step toward success.

She quickly went through the process in her heart.

Cooking, first step, add oil, or add water?

Tsk.

Suddenly she started to get irritable again. Su Mian felt for the first time that she was very stupid.

She tore open a small bag of oil expressionlessly and poured it in.

The next second, the pot exploded violently.

Sizzle—

Oil stars splashed with white steam. Obviously, Su Mian didn't notice that there was water in the pot, and the residual moisture was stimulated by the hot oil, instantly counterattacking.

Su Mian was frightened by the huge sound and raised the pot lid to block her chest, retreating two steps suddenly, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, as if she had erected transparent ears, until the sound of oil gradually diminished before she pulled back the soul that had floated out.

The burned place ached in waves, and after busy work in the kitchen, it was finally all in vain.

It wasn't that she couldn't cook, but if she ruined the food and starved herself for a whole day, it would be not worth the loss.

The stubborn Su Mian convinced herself like this and turned off the gas.

After making up her mind, she held a box of intact food and headed to the other building.

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Knock knock–

After two knocks on the door, the door opened.

Si Shi was a little surprised to see Su Mian returning.

Her face looked a little red, not knowing if it was because she climbed seven floors, or because she was too embarrassed to speak.

"Landlord Miss still has something?"

"Uh..."

Su Mian organized her wording, suddenly feeling a little absurd. Letting a terrifying murderer cook was too incongruous.

But since "exchanging work for rent" was what she proposed, there must be a time to take action.

The man in front was still waiting for her to speak. Su Mian looked at the vegetables in the box, then at the fierce and cold red-haired man, and spoke awkwardly.

"You... can you cook?"

Si Shi looked at the things in the box, a flash of realization in his eyes.

"Of course, Landlord Miss."

His expression was half-smiling, staring at Su Mian until she was at a loss. She subconsciously tightened her face and said, "I'm just too lazy to do it myself, not that I can't."

As she spoke, she paused.

"From now on, you will cook to exchange for your rent."

Si Shi took the box, thinking about it, his gaze playful, "Hmm... sounds like a very cost-effective deal."

Su Mian followed behind him, already so hungry that she couldn't straighten her waist, and didn't respond to the man's teasing.

To her, "begging" someone else to cook for her was really shameful enough. Her earlobes were red when she spoke, but he didn't refuse, which also made Su Mian breathe a sigh of relief.

The living room was very empty. Sofa, TV, dining table, carpet, shoe cabinet, potted plants...

None of them.

The balcony also had nothing, no curtains, and an open suitcase was placed alone in the middle of the living room, with a few clean clothes inside.

Thinking of this, she blinked, suddenly feeling a little happy.

Yes, this was very convenient for her to peep.

Then she shook her head again. No, what convenient to peep, too strange.

The man tied his apron, tied a little tight, making people notice the superior and beautiful waistline at a glance.

He pointed casually, "Sit."

Su Mian:...

She looked around the empty living room.

Sit where.

On the ground?

Si Shi looked at the little cat standing in the middle of the living room, looking confused, and laughed out loud without ceremony, "I mean..."

He pointed to the open suitcase, "You look so hungry that you can't stand, if you really can't stand it, sit on the suitcase first." ===== CHAPTER 137 =====