I'm pretending to be a boss in infinite games

It is a large group of chicken fir.

A gray umbrella is propped up above the white rhizome, and there is still dew on the canopy that has not had time to evaporate.Zhang Chi recognized it just by looking at it, and the hunger in his stomach became worse.

He squatted on the ground and picked two flowers out of his hand. He was struggling without a bag when he heard a cold voice: "I can hold it for you."

Zhang Chi hesitated for two seconds, but soon lost out on the abundance of ingredients, he picked another handful, and handed it to the back.

His knuckle fingers were still stained with mud, and when Qin Zhu took the chicken fir, his palms with different skin tones brushed past, creating a strange contrast.

Zhang Chi moved quickly, and he was not greedy for too much. After picking two handfuls in total, he borrowed the kitchen of the hotel.He first found the rice and washed it, then found the pot and poured it in.He started the fire on his own, as if cooking porridge.

Maybe it was because his series of actions were too fluent, Qin Zhu thought he was washing his hands, but unconsciously washed the chicken firs on the stone slab next to him.When he realized it, he was about to dry his hands when he saw the scene behind Zhang Chi.

The lighting in the kitchen of the homestay is not good, and the windows in front of the stove let in some sunlight.Coincidentally, behind Zhang Chi was the darker side of the kitchen.He lowered his head while cooking porridge, so he didn't notice the changes in the dark behind him.

A pale hand slowly stretched out from the darkness, as if it was about to land on Zhang Chi's fragile neck.

Zhang Chi had already put the lid on the pot, and he was about to raise his head in the next second.

Suddenly, Qin Zhu came over. He put a handful of washed chicken firs in front of him and said, "It's finished."

At the same time, the hand that had just been stretched out trembled, and then immediately retracted into the dark.Qin Zhu glanced at the direction where his hands were retracted, but didn't make a sound.

Zhang Chi didn't expect that he would help with the washing. For those who helped him, especially because he found the ingredients, he smiled generously: "Thank you, breakfast will be ready soon."

This smile, like the spring snow, wiped away his habitual facial paralysis, and his light amber eyes seemed to be filled with starlight.

Qin Zhu stood beside him, watching his movements sideways.His eyes occasionally glanced at the dark place behind Zhang Chi, very calm.

Unlike not liking being stared at by many people, Zhang Chi is used to immersing himself in it when cooking, even if it is just a simple side dish.This time he didn't need to use his small kitchen knife, he picked up a sprig of chicken fir, randomly tore it a few times and threw it into the porridge while it was boiling.

The gray canopy quickly curled up, and a strange aroma with the smell of chicken was quickly emitted from the boiling white porridge.Zhang Chi saw the timing, and sprinkled some salt and green onion, and a pot of chicken congee porridge full of flavor was ready.

"Try." Zhang Chi washed the dishes for two people, filled a bowl and handed it to him.

Qin Zhu took it over, stared at the hot porridge and noodles, and then started to eat.

After eating a bowl of delicious porridge, Zhang Chi felt his whole body come alive.When he looked aside inadvertently, he found that Qin Zhu filled the second bowl silently.

[It seems that he likes it very much. ] Zhang Chi stretched, thinking silently, but didn't notice Qin Zhu's movements paused.

The aroma of this pot of porridge is really overbearing. The three people who were inquiring about the news on the second floor came here to inquire about it, and even pulled Ke Han, one of the trembling group of three people in the next room, down.

So, the few people didn't care about exchanging information, and under Zhang Chi's gesture, they directly drank the whole pot of porridge.Qin Zhu frowned invisibly, then washed the dishes and chopsticks that the two of them had eaten, and put them in another place specially.

"Compared to last night's dinner, what we ate yesterday was simply pig food." Qian Xiong couldn't help sighing.

Zhang Chi smiled, but didn't continue, let alone said that he would cook the next meal.

Eat and drink enough, you should dare to get down to business.Regardless of how many people searched for information and finished eating porridge, in fact, only an hour passed.Since he said he wanted to find Ruan Shuyu, Zhang Chi didn't mean to talk about it casually.

In his opinion, Ruan Shuyu's disappearance was too weird.There's no gore or screaming, and everything seems normal during the day except for her disappearance.Zhang Chi was sure that Ruan Shuyu was still alive, and there was no other reason, because once a person died in the game, there would be a notification sound.

That's what he figured out from their conversation, presumably the game was trying to heighten their sense of urgency.

They ate satisfactorily, eating people with short mouths, and were already reporting to Zhang Chi the results they just found.

Zhang Chi did not expect that this place was really an eco-village tourist attraction built two years ago, and the homestay they are staying in was built two years ago, just because the traffic here is really inconvenient. No one came at all.Later, the head of the village took the initiative to close the tourist channel, and there were no boats to dock, and the homestay here was completely deserted.

[Story Exploration Degree: 30%. 】

[Congratulations on finding the information related to it. At the same time, the ghost has already noticed the arrival of tourists. 】【Please note: The higher the degree of plot exploration, the faster the intimate contact with ghosts will come. ] For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, obviously hearing the prompt in their minds.

In just three sentences, it makes people feel like they are on a roller coaster, with ups and downs.

Because of these three sentences, the few people who had the same views just now were divided into two camps. Qian Xiong and Liu Wanghai decided to follow the usual practice of survival missions, do less and make fewer mistakes, and survive the seven days well.But Zhang Chi didn't think so, if that's the case, then what's the use of the so-called plot exploration?

He doesn't believe that the game will provide useless hints, because it is completely unnecessary.