Today, I Have Yet to Become a Doll

Chapter 212 Past Look

When Mr. Shen Mo and Cheng came back, they happened to meet Li Li and Zhu Shu holding the futon pillow.

The four passed each other, and Teacher Cheng couldn't help but look at it more, "That girl looks a bit like a star ..."

Shen Mo: "..."

At such an old age, will you chase stars?

Teacher Cheng then slowly said: "Before in school, the students did not attend the class well, secretly watched the star photo and interviews underneath, I have been confiscated several times, the female star above looks like her."

It turned out that ...

"Brother Mo, old Cheng." Tan Xiao came over, "How is the intersection ahead? Can you go?"

Cheng Wei sighed: "The car is not too badly jammed, but there are a lot of dolls. I'm afraid we have to make a detour."

Bai Youwei protruded a head from the tent and opened her clear and watery eyes, "Why do you want to go around? Doll games are all over the world. Even if you can hide this, you won't be able to hide the next one. I think it's the way to go. "

Shen Mo smiled and looked at her: "You are not afraid."

Bai Youwei's eyes twitched, with a cunning light, "The two of you went to explore the road without incident, indicating that the number of participants in the game is at least greater than two. If you don't want to enter the game, we can divide it into three groups."

After a pause of two seconds, he looked softly at Shen Mo: "But ... wouldn't it be a pity to miss it if the game produced useful props?"

Shen Mo smiled and pressed her head lightly, "Consider where to go next."

There are many roads with different directions and different destinations. Whether or not to go this way depends on where their destination is.

If the goal is to collect puzzles, they need to judge: What other cities have mazes?

...

For dinner, Mr. Cheng made onion cake and seaweed egg soup.

Shallots were found from Feige's house and planted in flower pots. In addition, there are also piles of parsley and garlic seedlings. The growth of the dishes is not good, and it is better than nothing.

Tanxiao put the smoked chicken and duck on the fire as usual.

The elderly pay attention to health, unless there are limited conditions, otherwise every meal must have staple food, soup, vegetables and meat, to be considered nutritionally balanced.

The flavour of meat, the taste of soup, the smell of green onion, floating around, is a thick fireworks.

They sat around the campfire and ate while talking about the next plan.

The five-person camp not far away seemed much deserted.

Looking at the fire, Lu Ang took a bite of the compressed biscuits, and was in a mixed mood: "It smells like scallion cakes ... they are really relaxed."

He sniffed deeply in the air and sighed sadly.

Zhu Shu leaned beside Li Li and laughed, "Probably because you are not in a hurry."

Li Li also ate a few bites of biscuits without any taste, and said, "There are all kinds of kitchen utensils in the back kitchen of the hotel. They brought their own flour and spring onions.

Zhu Shu blinked and asked him: "Will you make green onion cake?"

"..." Li Li was silent and subconsciously went to see others, "Su Man and Lu Ang, will you cook?"

Su Man turned away impatiently, "No."

Lu Ang touched the beard, "I'm very good at barbecue, just cooking ..."

"Brother Yan?" Li Li looked at Yan Qingwen.

Yan Qingwen was eating the biscuits without any hassle and replied: "It will be, but ..."

He stopped and looked sideways at the fire not far away. "It's up to the mood to cook such things."

"This is indeed the case." Zhu Shu said with a smile, "but eating delicious food can also make you feel better, right?"

Yan Qingwen smiled faintly: "It's the same thing."

Zhu Shu got up and said, "The atmosphere there seems to be good. I'll go over and see."

(End of this chapter)