Who is not a monk

Ning Qing: Don’t send me messages all the time

Ning Qing: no time

Zhang Yogurt: / Mmmm

things work out.

Zhang Yogurt should no longer be suspicious.

Chen Shu put down her phone and said to Xiaoxiao beside her, "I bought some potatoes, how do you want to eat them?"

The little girl regained her spirits in an instant, pressed the pause button, and turned to stare at her brother-in-law:

“Cheese mashed potatoes!”

"No cheese."

“Spicy Baked Potatoes!”

"You don't remember any name."

"is it okay?"

"can."

"!"

The little girl looked away and continued watching TV.

Chen Shu came to the kitchen.

Fortunately, the ones I bought were all small potatoes, the size of an egg, which was more suitable.

Clean the potatoes, add salt and boil them in water, adjust a sauce that focuses on cumin and garlic, spread evenly on the boiled potatoes, brush the baking pan with oil, put the potatoes on it, find a bowl, and use the bottom of the bowl Flatten them, brush them with the sauce, and put them in the oven.

This is the girl's dinner.

It's very simple and saves time and money.

Chen Shu sighed and continued working.

Today I bought some king razor clams.

It's better to make a hot and sour one for Qingqing.Last time she ate most of the plate by herself, and she said she didn't have enough. When she was shopping in the supermarket today, she saw that the quality of the razor clam king in the aquatic product area was not bad, and Chen Shu remembered it.

Fry another magic weapon for serving rice, minced pork with three peppers.

Chen Shu likes to make it with green and red chili peppers and sour chili peppers, which are more spicy, chopped into fine pieces, and fried with minced meat, it is sour and spicy, and it goes well with rice.

It was about six o'clock in the evening.

Chen Shu took a small bowl with half a bowl of white rice in it.Two-thirds of the hot and sour razor clam meat is spread on the rice, and the shells are removed, leaving only the clean meat.Add one-third of the minced pork with three peppers, and it looks pretty good.

It's a pity that Qingqing can't see it.

"Xiao Xiao."

"Ok?"

"Send it to my sister."

"Oh."

The little girl took the bowl and chopsticks, took a bottle of water, and ran out.

When she came back, the flavored baked potatoes she was going to eat were already on the table, and they could already smell the aroma.

Chen Shu said to her again: "I still have half a plate of minced pork with three peppers in the refrigerator. You can heat it up tomorrow morning, cook a meal by yourself, make a rice bowl and give it to my sister. I'm going back to the dormitory at night, tomorrow morning have class."

"Ok."

The little girl nodded, honest and well-behaved.

remember--

Tomorrow morning, I will make a minced pork with three peppers and cover it with mashed potatoes for my sister to eat.

Definitely delicious.

Thinking so, the little girl picked up a piece of baked potato.

As soon as the chopsticks are picked up, you can feel the hard texture of the shell, and it is really crispy when you bite it, and even makes a clicking sound.The inside is soft, and the taste is mainly composed of cumin and garlic stimulated by high temperature. It's a pity that my sister can't eat such delicious food.

……

dark.

silence.

Extreme darkness.

The ultimate silence.

The magic circle Ning Qing set up is more complicated than Chen Shu imagined. It not only insulates sound from the outside, but also isolates sound from the inside. Not only is there an isolation barrier to absorb sound waves, but the spiritual power of the magic circle will penetrate into the entire room, enveloping everything in the room, To prevent any tiny vibrations.

Even if the cup falls to the ground, it will not make a sound.

The only one who can make a sound is Ning Qing herself.

But even the sound she makes is different from the outside world—sound waves that hit any object will be absorbed and will not be reflected back, except for the sound that seems to be empty, and cannot receive any follow-up feedback.

Being here is like being in a dead deep space with nothing, not even stars. There is no sound, no light, and there is only the self.

Ning Qing could clearly hear his heartbeat, breathing, the sound of bone friction during activities, the sound of internal organs, and even the sound of blood flowing. These are sounds that are rarely heard in ordinary life, but they have become the norm here. It is a feeling that seems to be swallowed by the boundless loneliness.

Not even the passage of time can be perceived.

I don't know how long it took me.

I don't know how long I slept.

The only basis that can tell the time is the number of times Xiaoxiao delivered meals, and it can only be used to know how many days have passed and whether it is day or night.

At the same time, Ning Qing set up two small doors at the meal delivery window, both of which have a sound isolation mechanism. Xiaoxiao, who can only open the external small door, cannot let in sound and light, and she forces herself to only open the internal small door every day. The door is opened twice, and when to open it is up to you to estimate.Except for the time she estimated on the first day, there was a gap every time thereafter, and the gap seemed to be increasing.

If the door opened early and the food hadn't arrived, she would wait until the next meal.

If it is late, the food will already be cold.

Such an environment is more difficult than imagined.

The first day was the hardest.

If it is an ordinary person, they may have already begun to feel suffocation, rapid heartbeat, hallucinations and other uncomfortable symptoms, and severe mental disorders.

Fortunately, she is not ordinary.

Ning Qing is adapting quickly.

To adapt to such an empty environment, to adapt to the control of time when there is no light and sun, and no specific time reference.

Don't make a sound.

not painful.

Do not suffer.

Feel alone, feel other.

Feel the darkness, feel the rules.

Feel yourself, feel the world.

If you are too lonely, think about other things.

Think about the baked potatoes, fried potatoes, shredded potatoes, potato chips, and potato sticks that Xiaoxiao sent her these days... Even last night, what this girl sent herself was a whole boiled potato, served with A packet of chili powder.

She should think this is delicious, right?

This morning was different.

This morning it was mashed potatoes, shaped into drumsticks and served on a plate.

It should be her brother-in-law who told her yesterday, right?

Thinking of Chen Shu, Ning Qing smiled.

It's almost time...

Ning Qing stood up.

Although there was no visible light in the room, she seemed to be very familiar with the environment. She precisely walked to the wall, squatted down to unlock the door bolt, and opened a small door only [-] centimeters square. In a small space about as wide as it is deep, there is a bowl of rice and a bottle of water.

The rice is about to cool down.

Ning Qing smelled the fragrance.

Not potatoes anymore.

Ning Qing knew that Chen Shu was coming.

So she smiled again.

Faint.

Then think about—

Maybe at this time, he is singing outside?

Chapter 177 The Group Owner Gives Me an Administrator

"You have talking eyes

"You have a compassionate heart

"...

"You have soulful eyes

"You have the power to melt ice and snow

"...

"what reason

"Your hair fragrance

"Always lingering

"..."

Chen Shu drove Xiaoxiao to the kitchen, then took a chair by herself, sat beside the rouge button that covered the entire wall outside the wing room, played and sang by herself, and deceived herself that she was just singing casually, not for anyone Listen, after all, singing here, I can't hear the clearness in it, which is somewhat strange.

It doesn't matter if you can't hear--

This kind of song is too nasty, if it can be heard in halal, Chen Shu is too embarrassed to sing it in leisure time, it will feel very strange.

After all, he is not as thick-skinned as the hero of an idol drama.

Once the song is sung, the task is over.

"emmm..."

Chen Shu thought for a while, just stood up and sat down again, cleared his throat, and sang again: "I am your father, I am so great, I raised you so big, you are not obedient, you go to play all day long...

"Hahaha……"

Still this kind of singing can be exported.

There is no psychological burden at all.

Chen Shu happily left the courtyard.

The next day.

Chen Shu lay on the sofa and continued to browse the school forum.

I wanted to see if there were any new discussions or new ideas about "how did Tier [-] defeat Tier [-]" and "How talented is Chen Shu from Yujing Academy"? Circle, he didn't see this kind of post, not a single one.

"emmm..."

It should be that this matter has exceeded the limit of their imagination, so it cannot be discussed.

Not to blame them.

But after carefully scanning around, Chen Shu found that the proportion of discussion posts about martial arts champions in the major forums was unusually high.Not only did someone reveal the personal information and battle process of the champion of this martial arts tournament, but even a photo of yogurt was attached.