Chapter 213: :Supernatural Variety 13

"Give it to me." Wei Yan was rather dissatisfied with Zheng Quzhi's ignoring himself to call others, frowning slightly.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Qu twitched his mouth. He didn't dare to let Wei Yan approach these ingredients, what if Wei Yan got interested and made a dark meal? He doesn't know where the other ingredients are, and he can't joke about this bag of noodles.
"You are tired too, let's take a break first." Zheng Quzhi tried to struggle for a while, euphemistically.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wei Yan suddenly approaching him. Zheng Qu knew that he was agitated, and he took a step back subconsciously, his waist pressed against the edge of the cooking table.
Wei Yan kept walking, the breath of the two people bumped into each other, so close that as long as Wei Yan bowed his head, the two of them could kiss each other.
Zheng Quzhi leaned back on the cooking table with his hands, and said uncomfortably: "Yes, you come, you come!"
Don't get so close! ! !
Suddenly, I saw the cameras all over in the corner of the light, and his breathing suddenly stopped. Just as he was about to push Wei Yan away, Wei Yan had already taken the vegetables in his hand, and if nothing had happened, he turned around and went to the sink to wash the vegetables.
Zheng Quzhi: "..."
This man! ! !
The old face couldn't help but rose to the color of a monkey's ass, and it took him a long time to toss the noodles slowly. Anyway, if Wei Yan wants to cook, he threatens to die!
Fortunately, Wei Yan did not ask to cook later, it was purely Zheng Quzhi thought too much. After he finished washing the vegetables quietly, he even cut the vegetables neatly, and Zheng Quzhi hadn't had time to stop them.
Next...
Actually cabbage doesn’t need to be cut so fine...
Twenty minutes later, the fragrant noodles came out of the pot, and several other people smelled it. The dishes and chopsticks were all ready. Zheng Quzhi first gave Wei Yan a full bowl before slipping away with his bowl of noodles.
The rest can be divided by other people, anyway, he and Wei Yan can't be hungry!
He and Wei Yan came to the hall first carrying the noodles. Naturally, he sat on Wei Yan’s right hand side, before the others came, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Wei, what's weird in this house? Place?"
Guan Weilu just came over, heard her footsteps, and said, "I found something strange."
As soon as the voice fell, several people's unanimous voices sounded: "What's the matter?"
Guan Weilu sat down, rolled the noodles with chopsticks, and ate a bite. After chewing and swallowing slowly, she slowly said, "There seems to be no residents around us."
Everyone: "..."
It is said that this is a haunted house, everyone must be hiding far away, who would go here without having to do anything!
Wu Keyu, who had a bad face, sat down in the corner, lowered his head and ate the noodles without speaking. However, Lin Niansi nodded after hearing the words: "It's very strange, not only there are no people, but there are not many animals."
"Male god, it's winter, don't you still want the flowers to smile at you, the little bird said early?" Zheng Quzhi rolled his eyes. Are these male gods and goddesses so mentally retarded?
Wei Yan silently finished the noodles, washed the bowls by himself, and finally went to the second floor silently.
As soon as Wei Yan left, Zhu Yue whispered: "Mr. Wei is so handsome! Like a star, he will definitely become a national husband if he makes his debut?"
"Ah, I also think Mr. Wei is so handsome!" Wen Yi also echoed excitedly, with a idiot on his face: "And he is so tall! The skin on his face is also good, and his eyes are good!!"
"Hey, it must be a plastic surgery." Wu Keyou sneered, and said with a strange yin and yang.
"Fart!" Zheng Quzhi retorted subconsciously, with a somewhat unpleasant expression on his face: "Mr. Wei's face is like that, pure and natural! It has been like that since childhood!"
"You're kidding! Don't take it seriously." Wen Yi immediately changed the subject when he saw something wrong, "Zheng Quzhi, would you still cook? The noodles are so delicious!"
Zheng Quzhi finally remembered that he was still in front of the camera, and his expression softened, and he smiled: "Yes! An old man who lives alone should learn to be self-sufficient, or he will starve to death at home."
"Oh, I just want to learn, but I can't learn it." Zhu Yue sighed, resting his cheek in one hand: "I really want to be able to do everything like my brother."
Zheng Quzhi, who was suddenly promoted, was full of innocence: "I don't know anything. My aunt often said that I was a useless person."
"Aunt Lian?" Wen Yi picked up red lips slightly: "Is that the handsome broker brother?"
"Do you know all of this?" Zheng Quzhi raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.
Wen Yi met Zheng Quzhi's gaze and blinked playfully: "I have seen it in the crew!"
Zheng Qu was noncommittal, and the peach-blossom eyes that were automatically laughed at everyone were slightly bent, "I can make Xiao Wenyi remember that my auntie should jump up happily."
After speaking, I finished my remaining noodles and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As soon as he turned on the faucet, he smelled a familiar smell. The smile on Zheng Quzhi's face was slightly stagnant, and his head slowly bowed.
There were scarlet slices in the bowl and on his own hand, and blood was still dripping slowly from the faucet. Suddenly, his breathing became rapid, and Zheng Quzhi suddenly closed his eyes.
The book said that these are hallucinations, as long as the will is strong enough, he can disappear.
Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, his hands had returned to normal. Zheng Quzhi looked at it for a long time, and suddenly he was emotional: his hands that had been black for a few degrees since filming some time ago turned white?
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" There was a scream outside.
Zheng Quzhi recovered, put the bowl down quickly, and ran out nervously.
It was Wen Yi who screamed, her face pale, her fingers pointed tremblingly under the table: "Something just touched my leg!"
Wu Keyou curled his lips indifferently, squatting to lift the tablecloth, "It must be arranged by the program team..." When he lifted the tablecloth, the sound stopped abruptly.
"Ahhhh----"
There was another scream.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Zhu Yue hurried over to help Wu Keyou who was sitting on the ground, and asked worriedly: "Brother Keyou, what's wrong with you?"
"Inside...There are ghosts in it!" Wu Keyou's face was full of horror, completely opposite to what he had just ignored.
Guan Weilu looked at it for a while, and for a while, she couldn't guess whether Wu Keyou was too good at acting or there was something in it. She pursed her lips and looked at the others.
Zheng Quzhi's face was serious, but there was no fear on his face. Wen Yi didn't seem to have a very good complexion, she was scared of having just experienced a terrible thing. There was no fear on Lin Niansi's face, and he felt a little calm and relaxed.
As for Zhu Yue...
Guan Weilu retracted her gaze and walked over to pat Zhu Yue who seemed to be scared to cry, and said coldly: "Help Wu Keyou back to the room."
What a shame.
Guan Weilu squatted down and looked at the opened corner of the table coldly. Inside are just dummy heads prepared by a show crew. Why are they afraid of it?