Chapter 267 There’s Still Time Until Summer

"I'll go."

Lu Ang stood up and stretched his arms.

"It's too hard for me to look for trivial things. My eyes are tired from looking at them. I just went outside to do some exercise."

Yan Qingwen agreed.

Everyone discussed for a while and dispersed to take action.

Lu Ang made a new discovery as soon as he left home——

He brought back a big iron bucket.

"Hey! That bear left the fish here!" Lu Ang couldn't help laughing, "What a fat fish!"

There were seven or eight salmon in the tin bucket. They were still alive. They were crowded in the bucket and kept opening and closing their mouths. They were stupid and fat.

Teacher Cheng quickly carried it to the kitchen, filled the kitchen sink with water, poured the fish in, and prepared for a big fight.

"Two pieces are made into soup, two pieces are steamed and eaten, two pieces are fried and eaten, and two pieces...how do you want to eat them?" Teacher Cheng, who only let everyone suck a few instant noodles in the morning, asked apologetically.

"Why are there only eight fish, and there are ten of us!" Lu Ang cursed, "This is a crappy game. If you mess with people, all kinds of monsters will appear. When the rewards are given out, you will start deducting them."

Teacher Cheng comforted him: "Eight fish are enough."

"Okay." Lu Ang raised his belly and walked out, "I'll go outside to see if there is anything else..."

The others dispersed and went to search the house.

Bai Youwei had nothing to do, sitting on the first floor and looking at this house - old, retro, warm and a little weird, like a doll's house.

…

The search lasted for more than an hour.

At the end of the day, Teacher Cheng's fish was just ready, and the whole room was filled with the smell of fish, which made people salivate. How could they still think about continuing the search?

In the two days since I came here, except for a few loquats and a few noodles, everyone has not eaten anything seriously. Although the body can bear it, the feeling of hunger is not good for anyone.

There are fish soup, fried fish steaks, fried fish cubes, etc. on the table, and the smell of fish is overflowing.

Everyone gathered around the dining table and praised Teacher Cheng profusely while eating.

"Lao Cheng! The fish you cooked is so authentic!" Tanxiao wolfed it down, "It's so delicious!"

Cheng Weicai was rarely modest and said: "I also think this fish tastes very good. In fact, I usually live alone and rarely cook dishes with big fish and meat. But for some reason, this fish is easy to cook and has no fishy taste." Just add a little salt and it will taste great..."

He took a mouthful of fish meat and chewed it and said, "Even the fish bones are soft, so don't worry about the fish bones."

Everyone else at the table was eating and had no time to talk.

Yan Qingwen thought for a while, took a separate bowl and scooped out some fish soup, "This fish should be the reward in the first round. It may be of some use to our bodies. I will serve it to Li Li."

Shen Mo asked: "Does his injury matter?"

Yan Qingwen shook his head: "It shouldn't be life-threatening. The bandage is our prop and can treat any injury. The only drawback is that the effect is slow. If the bandage is not worn long enough, the effect will not be seen."

Shen Mo understood clearly.

The mud in their hands is also a prop, and it works very quickly, but it can only act on external injuries, helping to stop bleeding and heal the wound. It does not help with fractures or internal bleeding.

From this comparison, both props have their own pros and cons.

After Yan Qingwen went up, he returned to the restaurant downstairs soon, followed by Su Man.

"I have no appetite." Su Man sat down at the dining table with a depressed look, still thinking about Li Li in the attic.

"This is the reward for the first round. It may be helpful for the next round. Eat a little bit." Yan Qingwen advised her.

After hearing this, Su Man reluctantly took a sip of the soup. The taste probably shocked her. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she started to eat the fish in the soup.

Shen Mo stood up and walked to the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "How many hours are there until summer?"

If Yan Qingwen felt something, he also looked out the window.

I saw a faint darkness in the distant sky...