The first thing I did was to find out

Chapter 583 If you can't sleep, of course you have to make some snacks (Seeking monthly votes~)

That night, Qin Huai kept making snacks until midnight.

Actually, Qinhuai can still be done.

However, the guests who came to pay their respects were too full to eat.

The guests who came to pay their respects on the first day were more or less there to help out. Even Li Liang came by carpooling with the intention of showing his face and helping out.

Considering Luo Jun's limited social connections, the number of guests arriving at the funeral home so early with this mindset was also limited. In addition, Qin Huai had been in a daze throughout the day, and many people who came to help with some work found that the scene was well-organized and did not need to stay, so they left after finishing the buffet.

These kind-hearted people missed out on the evening's dim sum feast, and it wouldn't be worth the three-hour round trip. So they secretly resolved to come over early the next day to help, and to help for the whole day!

The funeral home has small rooms for families to rest temporarily. Qin Huai originally planned to rest in a small room, but Zhou Hu was the first to disagree, saying that how could the big spender who paid the final payment be allowed to rest in such a simple little room!

Zhou Hu invited Qin Huai to rest at his home, which was only 3 kilometers away from the funeral home. The house had three bedrooms and one living room, which was messy yet orderly, clean and tidy, with excellent feng shui. Both the master bedroom and the guest bedroom faced south. There was also a pond of goldfish and twelve potted plants that were full of vitality. Most importantly, the four-piece bedding set in the guest bedroom was brand new, which was perfect for the wealthy father to rest.

Zhou Hu extended a warm invitation, and Qin Huai, wanting to visit Zhou Hu's home and perhaps discover a new side quest, readily agreed.

Qin Huai was stunned as soon as he entered Zhou Hu's house.

Well, Zhou Hu's description of his home might simply be three bedrooms and one living room, with a pond of goldfish and twelve potted plants. It's not exactly dirty, but it's definitely messy, with all sorts of strange things piled up in the living room.

Cinnabar, talisman paper, peach wood sword, Bagua mirror, compass, Taoist robe, a pile of calendars, Bagua diagrams that look old, unopened packages, piles of clothes and a bunch of miscellaneous items.

Let's put it this way: Qin Huai wouldn't even notice that there were two corpses hidden in this pile of stuff.

Clearly, Zhou Hu hadn't been home for a while, and he was shocked when he walked in.

"Uh... Master Qin, please forgive me for the mess at home. I've been busy with Mr. Luo's funeral planning lately, running back and forth between the city and the funeral home. I haven't been staying here; I've mostly been living in the city. I've been having people from my company come over to feed the fish, water the plants, and pick up some packages for me. Maybe it just piled up... and that's how it got like this," Zhou Hu said somewhat awkwardly.

Qin Huai nodded in understanding. He was now quite familiar with Zhou Hu and knew a good deal about Zhou Hu's situation.

Since his father went to prison, Zhou Hu has been living alone. Because of the mortgage payments, he is under a lot of work pressure. He dresses himself up nicely every day before going out, but his home is quite messy.

Zhou Hu had already rented out his school district property in the city center because of its good location. The house near the funeral home was his family's old house, which had been vacant since it couldn't be rented out. Theoretically, Zhou Hu lived here, but he was away most of the time and needed to be on call at any time for work, so he spent more time in the small room at the funeral home than at home.

Qin Huai glanced at the pile of talismans on the table; none of them were drawn on, indicating that Zhou Hu had indeed stopped engaging in fraud after becoming wealthy.

Zhou Hu smiled awkwardly and quickly led Qin Huai to the room. Just as Zhou Hu had said, the guest room was very clean and tidy, and the four-piece bedding set on the bed looked brand new.

“I had one of the girls in my company hire a cleaning lady to clean this room this morning. I specially reserved it for you guys, Mr. Qin, because I guessed you wouldn’t be going back since you were on night watch,” Zhou Hu explained. “I just didn’t expect the house to be so messy… The cleaning lady really only cleaned this room.”

“Planner Zhou, I may have to wait until after Mr. Luo’s funeral to give you the remaining noodle gift boxes, and deliver them together with the final payment,” Qin Huai said.

Zhou Hu was surprised that Qin Huai still remembered the noodle gift box at this time, and quickly said, "There's no rush. Master Qin, you can give it to me when you're ready and have time."

Then Zhou Hu turned to leave the room. Before leaving, he thought for a moment, his face serious, and said in a low voice, "Master Qin, please accept my condolences."

Qin Huai nodded slightly.

That night, Qin Huai lay in bed for a long time without closing his eyes.

While making the desserts, he felt his whole being calm down, no longer in a daze, and no longer thinking about those messy things, or whether Luo Jun had successfully transcended his tribulation or failed. Although thinking about these things was meaningless, because Qin Huai could simply check Luo Jun's status on the game panel to find out.

However, Qin Huai did not open the game panel.

Because he couldn't say what he was hoping to see, whether he hoped Luo Jun would succeed in his tribulation or fail.

Given his friendship with Luo Jun, and from his perspective as the owner of the game system, Qin Huai naturally hoped that Luo Jun would successfully overcome his tribulation, and he hoped that every spirit would successfully overcome its tribulation.

But Qin Huai had to admit that he really wanted to see Luo Jun again, even if the person he saw again wasn't named Luo Jun, and wasn't a 92-year-old man, but perhaps a child with a bad temper, who seemed very uncivilized, loved to curse, spoke very rudely, and always had a sour face. Qin Huai would still really want to see him.

Then he could return most of the inheritance he had been holding for Luo Jun over the years to him, and keep the remaining small portion for himself to continue worrying about how to spend so much money.

These random thoughts never crossed Qin Huai's mind when he was making pastries. When Qin Huai was making pastries, there was only one thing on his mind: making pastries.

All he saw was dough, all he thought about were pastries, and all he wondered was how his guests would feel when they tasted his creations. Would they be happy? Would they be satisfied? Would they be surprised?

All chaotic thoughts vanish in the face of desserts.

Qin Huai turned over and closed his eyes with some annoyance.

Ugh, I wish I could keep making desserts.

Sure enough, people still need to make some snacks.

People tend to overthink things because they have too much free time.

Qin Huai decided to tell Zhao Cheng'an this when they met tomorrow.

Qin Huai turned over again.

I can't sleep, and I really want to make some desserts.

I'm also thinking of opening the game panel to check on Luo Jun's status.

Qin Huai closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep first.

Five minutes later, Qin Huai, resigned to his failed attempt, opened his eyes, sat up with a jolt, hugged his pillow, and opened the game panel in the darkness to check Luo Jun's status.

Name: Luo Jun

Species: Bifang Status: Currently being reincarnated

Memory: 3/3
Recipes: Tangerine Peel Tea, Apple Noodles, Stewed Pigeon with Gastrodia elata (Click to view details)

Gift: The entire estate (valued at approximately 79 billion).
Qin Huai: ...What the heck is this "reincarnating" status? Can this status even still be displayed?!
Qin Huai sighed. Sure enough, Bi Fang's plot unfolded exactly as he had planned, with everything proceeding according to his direction as director, screenwriter, and actor. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be able to meet a grumpy kid in a few years.

Hey, we can see a child version of Bifang.

The child version of Bifang also goes to school, from kindergarten all the way to university, and spends every day locked in the school reading.

Thinking about it makes me a little excited.

The last bit of melancholy and sorrow in Qin Huai's heart was instantly dispelled. He then checked all the inheritance in the gift list, wanting to see if the game system could detect the specific share and estimate the market value of 79 billion.

Nothing came up.

Qin Huai glanced at the time on his phone. He had been fussing over this for so long, tossing and turning, thinking about all sorts of things, and it was only 12:31.

He really isn't good at staying up late.

Chen Huihong's all-night mahjong game has just begun, and it remains to be seen whether Qu Jing will win her battle to protect her year-end bonus.

Thinking about it carefully, Qu Jing was quite pitiful. She played mahjong with Chen Huihong, Shi Dadan, and Gong Liang. One was a mahjong expert, another was a lucky beast, and the third was a cunning beast who would sell out others and then have them count the money for him. Qu Jing had already tried very hard, losing only a month's salary in one afternoon.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, he might as well make some snacks, in case Zhou Hu's family had flour. So Qin Huai got up, walked through the messy living room, and went straight to the clean and tidy kitchen.

Surprisingly, Zhou Hu's kitchen was quite clean. It was obvious that he didn't use it much, as the tiles on the kitchen walls didn't show many signs of grease or smoke.

Qin Huai rummaged through the cabinet.

There is flour, a small bucket of cooking oil, and eggs. There are two pieces of old cured pork in the refrigerator, but I don't know why cured pork is kept in the refrigerator.

Qin Huai also found two dried scallions on the stove, but there were no other ingredients.

It can be used to make egg pancakes.

Qin Huai thought.

Making egg pancakes is also a good idea. Qin Huai hasn't made pancakes for a while. Speaking of which, Qin Huai has always hoped that one day he could come up with a similar recipe and improve his pancake-making skills.

Although Qin Huai didn't know what was so special about making pancakes that needed improvement, in some ways making pancakes was even simpler than making steamed buns.

Qin Huai began happily making pancakes.

Zhou Hu's range hood is probably a bit old and needs repair; it's extremely loud.

"Fuck."

Accompanied by the delicious sizzling sound and the pervasive aroma of frying, the simple batter, with a little egg added, collided with the hot oil, producing a sizzling aroma full of heat and oil, and the carb-laden smell wafted out from the crack in the kitchen door that wasn't closed tightly.

The roar of the range hood also filled the air.

Qin Huai took a cooked egg pancake out and placed it on a plate to cool.

A very pretty egg pancake.

It's a bright orange color with some brown spots in the center. Anyone who knows how to make an egg pancake knows how delicious it is.

It's a pity I didn't add some chopped scallions. If I had chopped some scallions and fried them together, the scallions would have remained a vibrant green embedded in the egg pancake, and the pancake would have had a slight sheen of oil. The taste would have been amazing...

The elementary school students passing by were drooling with envy.

Unfortunately, no elementary school students passed by Zhou Hu's house, but there was a homeowner who looked completely bewildered.

Just as Qin Huai was humming a song in a good mood and started making the second egg pancake, a slightly hesitant, doubtful, and somewhat shocked voice came from behind him, asking, "Are you alright?"

"Master Qin, you..."

Qin Huai turned around and saw Zhou Hu, whose hair was now a mess, his eyes still sleepy, and his face full of shock.

"Planner Zhou, did I disturb you?"

Would you like an egg pancake?

"I really couldn't sleep, so I came to the kitchen to see if there were any ingredients I could use to make desserts."

Zhou Hu: Daddy, are you sick?

Do you know where this is? This is near a funeral home. Do you know how scary it is when you suddenly hear cooking sounds coming from your house in the middle of the night? Do you know that we, who are involved in feng shui scams, are actually somewhat believed in by those who don't believe in it?

Zhou Hu swallowed hard and forced a smile.

"Thank you so much, I was just woken up hungry in the middle of the night."

"Master Qin, what kind of dessert would you like to make if you can't sleep tomorrow night? I'll prepare the ingredients for you in advance."

"My range hood is broken and useless, you don't have to turn it on."

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