Wanjie Game Hall, I sent Kiana to Silent Hill

"Wait! That needs to be controlled!" Xianyun rushed over upon seeing this, snatching the hoe from Wang Xuanqiao's hand and holding it in his own. The raised land quickly settled down, becoming like a plowing ox, following its owner's wishes.

It seemed that Xianyun's immortal tools had truly been successfully replicated in the world of "Story of Seasons." Wang Xuanqiao watched the woman cultivating the fields with a hoe, unable to conceal her excited smile, and couldn't help but anticipate what she would devise next.

But it is foreseeable that this "Story of Seasons" will not be the same as the original.

After all, games with a high degree of freedom often just provide players with a stage where they can perform their favorite dramas. Classic plays may bring a wonderful experience, but in that case, the role will not completely belong to the players themselves.

Unfortunately, time flies by much faster when writing independent plays. Wang Xuanqiao and Zhongli Xianyun spent more than a dozen days and nights in Mineral Town, and finally, it was time for them to leave the game.

After exiting the game, Wang Xuanqiao realized that Zhongli's livestream had been running the entire time. He didn't think it was a big deal, though. Besides Rita, no one else had been in the arcade during that time, and the electricity meter wasn't moving, so he just let it be.

Zhongli and Xianyun each checked their system notifications. Zhongli's [Pastoral Song] had finally reached level 1, and Xianyun had also received a 2000-point bonus. Adding in the rewards from Black Myth and Beat Saber, it was a pretty good harvest.

"See you next time, manager."

Zhongli and Xianyun said goodbye to Wang Xuanqiao, and the two left the game hall through the sensor door one after the other.

After they left, Wang Xuanqiao stretched his back. Seeing that there were no customers in the game hall and it was evening, he turned around and went upstairs to see what Rita had done with his house.

As soon as he went up, he found that Rita was still there and had not left. She was busy in the kitchen, and the whole room was filled with the rich aroma of hot oil frying and grilling meat.

"Are you making barbecue?" Wang Xuanqiao walked into the kitchen and saw that his oven was running at full power, and the baking tray that he rarely used was taken out and placed on the induction cooker.

"Good evening, Mr. Manager." Rita turned around, holding the stainless steel clip in her hand, and smiled at Wang Xuanqiao. "Please wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon."

Uh...are you so dedicated?

Hearing Rita call him "Sir," Wang Xuanqiao couldn't help but scratch his head, feeling a little uncomfortable. But he knew that this was probably the maid's etiquette that Rita adhered to, and he didn't make any extra associations with it.

"Thank you, Rita." Since he had come this far, he could only express his gratitude. "You've worked so hard."

"Please don't be polite. This is a maid's duty." Rita nodded gently. "I'm grateful for the care you received from the store manager today. This is just a small token of my gratitude."

"Well, you're being polite." Wang Xuanqiao laughed. "What do you mean by taking care of you? Treating you well is my duty as the store manager! Don't burden yourself with anything when you're here."

"Don't worry, Mr. Manager. Rita can refuse anything she doesn't want to do." Rita raised the corner of her mouth. "Although this confidence actually comes from you, Mr. Manager."

Tsk, why does it feel weird...

Wang Xuanqiao couldn't help but look at Rita, and for a moment he was not sure whether this was a change caused by business hours.

It can't be that just as ten days passed in "Story of Seasons", ten days also passed outside?!

——The author has something to say——

Thanks to the book friends [Ancient Land], [Dark Star Thorn], [zaku123], [Wind Chaser], [Bai Li Ling Meng 0], [Nebula Change], [Nyako (≧▽≦)], and [Shu Ke 87348795997] for their recommendation votes. Thank you for your support.

PS: I finally finished coding.

PS2: I can’t drag it out like this next time (death

Volume 171: : Did my sister really jump?

Wang Xuanqiao thought for two seconds and found that there were not many clues, so he stopped worrying about it.

Admittedly, Rita's performance seemed a little... overly enthusiastic. But enthusiasm wasn't a bad thing, especially since she'd been helping with the cleaning for the entire afternoon. Wang Xuanqiao felt he shouldn't dwell on such a trivial matter.

He stayed in the kitchen and watched Rita grill the meat.

Although barbecue is easy to master, it's not easy to master it. Most people just grill the meat until it's done, and sometimes they even overcook it to be safe, calling it crispy to enhance the texture.

Wang Xuanqiao is actually also a person who believes that roasting the meat is enough, but he knows what roasting means, and at least he can ensure that most of the nutrients in the meat are not lost.

But Rita's understanding of barbecue was even more profound. Wang Xuanqiao noticed that she used the high heat of the grill pan to quickly create a thin layer of char on the surface of the meat, sealing in the juices and preventing them from escaping. Then, Rita used the oven for a second time, using the residual heat to slowly cook the meat's interior until it was just cooked through.

This was the skill of controlling the heat in cooking. Wang Xuanqiao had some understanding of it, but not yet mastered it.

Now, seeing Rita's performance, he felt a sense of admiration. As the saying goes, there are masters in every field. To achieve mastery in many fields, talent alone isn't enough; it requires dedicated effort.

Rita is such a woman who works hard in secret. However, she always appears to be at ease in front of others, so many people may subconsciously ignore her efforts.

"It's truly amazing," Wang Xuanqiao exclaimed. "I remember Chinese cuisine praising a chef's skill at controlling the heat would say this: it's not yet cooked through when it comes out of the wok, and it's not yet cooked through when it's served, but it's perfectly cooked by the time the customer picks up their chopsticks. So the customer gets to enjoy it at its most perfect state."

"That's truly impressive cooking skill, but it's a shame Rita hasn't reached that level yet." Rita shook her head slightly. "But Rita will reach that level as soon as possible. Could you please hold onto your expectations until then, Mr. Manager?"

"Okay, but don't push yourself." Wang Xuanqiao smiled. "I'm not that picky about food. I'd definitely be more happy to see you achieve a breakthrough than to let myself eat that kind of food."

"As expected of you, Mr. Manager." Rita chuckled softly, "Dinner is almost ready, please take a seat, Mr. Manager."

Wang Xuanqiao nodded, turned, and left the kitchen for the dining room. Rita watched him leave, then couldn't help but chuckle softly. Then, with familiarity, she found the Western-style tableware from the cupboard, donned disposable gloves, and began to plate and decorate the food.

Which image is the real him?

Rita looked at the garnishes on the plate: roasted potato cubes, blanched broccoli, carrot cubes, making minor adjustments based on color and shape...

Is he a tyrant who seems to be insolent and only has himself in his eyes?

Or is he a kind person who is friendly, humble and generous?

Or is he a hermit who, after experiencing hardships, longs for a leisurely life?

Rita arranged all the side dishes, and the combination of broccoli, potato cubes and carrot cubes was skillfully pieced together by her hands to form an exquisite mountain forest scene.

In fact, either one of them could be him.

Just like the room he had always lived in.

Finally, Rita placed the roasted steak in the center of the plate and painted a border with the prepared sauce.

At this point, the dinner was officially finished. Rita took off her gloves and threw them into the trash can. She washed her hands, wiped them clean, put on her lace gloves again, and walked towards the dining room with her plate.

The tableware prepared for the diners had already been laid out. When Wang Xuanqiao took his seat, he saw this ceremonial scene and for a moment he actually had the illusion that he was dining in a restaurant.

Fortunately, I didn't prepare red wine, otherwise I would have hung up some warm yellow wall lamps. Oh, and I also need to light a few scented candles in the center of the dining table, and the smell will be just right.

But when Wang Xuanqiao, who was still thinking about the table decoration, saw that Rita only brought out one plate, he was stunned.

Why only one copy?

I eat it by myself? And you watch?

You can't do that.

Wang Xuanqiao quickly stood up, took the plate from Rita, and then pushed her, who was a little confused, to sit down.

"You shouldn't be in a hurry to leave, right?" He put one hand on Rita's shoulder to let her sit down, and with the other hand he gently placed the plate on the dining table.

"Yes, Master, is there anything you need Rita's help with?"

Rita felt her heartbeat quicken. This sudden change caught her off guard.

"That's good." Wang Xuanqiao released his hand and returned to his seat. "We're supposed to be dining together, but one person isn't sitting at the table. I personally can't accept that, so if you don't sit down, I'll definitely feel uncomfortable."

"So that's how it is." Rita breathed a sigh of relief, but she also had some subtle feelings. "But, Rita only made the menu for the store manager. Because Rita needs to control her intake, so..."

She wanted to say that she wanted to maintain her figure, but Wang Xuanqiao had already solved this problem with Kiana.

"That's perfect. We can just divide this dinner up. If you're really worried about exceeding your intake guidelines, come to me and I can help you adjust it."

Seeing that she couldn't persuade Wang Xuanqiao, Rita agreed with a helpless smile. The two of them shared the carefully prepared Western-style dinner and discussed some cooking techniques at the table.

Seeing the sunset outside the window gradually fading, the lights in the city began to come on, and the colorful neon lights lit up one by one, Wang Xuanqiao suddenly felt fortunate that he did not really light any candles for the so-called Western dining atmosphere.

Otherwise, the dinner will taste wrong.

It seems that sometimes style really shouldn't be used indiscriminately.

Dinner ended in a relaxed atmosphere of casual conversation. Wang Xuanqiao and Rita cleaned up the table together and then escorted her out of the game room.

I have to say, this day was really fulfilling.

Thinking of how Rita's attitude towards him seemed to have changed several times in just one day, Wang Xuanqiao couldn't help but think of Mei Lei Dian back then. He had simply followed Mei Lei Dian's words and said: The reason why the sun is the sun is because it shines on everyone.

Unexpectedly, this sentence, which was supposed to be circulated only between two or three people, seems to be spreading far and wide.

This is so difficult. I can't just say whatever I want and do whatever I want, right? Wang Xuanqiao stroked his hair, wondering if anyone else might have any intentions towards him.

Fortunately, there are only about three or four people who are really interested in that right now. If it does get more, that's fine. Wang Xuanqiao walked to the lounge area, plopped down on the sofa, and pulled out his computer to see if there were any new games available for the computer.

It’s been a long time since I last played computer games since I built this game hall!

It's not that there's anything wrong with full-immersion devices. Why not play them forever? It's just that after playing for a long time, it's inevitable that you want to change your style. For example, the feeling of using a keyboard and mouse to control a real-time strategy game is something that a full-immersion device can't provide.

You can't play on the computer in a game on a completely immersive device, right? Put this doll.

Wang Xuanqiao was browsing some information videos in the game video section when he suddenly saw a message from Huang Quan.

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Huang Quan: I am leaving Pinocchio and continuing my journey.

Otaku who plays games: Have a safe journey.

The otaku who plays games: Although I am curious why you sent this to me, can't you enter the game hall from anywhere?

Huang Quan: A mass message.

Huang Quan: [Eating Peach]

Otaku who plays games: [Shocked]

The geek who plays games: Okay, before we go, do you want to try to complete the set? Honestly, if I leave Pinocchio, I feel like this set is missing a bit of flavor.

Huang Quan: [Confused]

Huang Quan: Manager, do you want to dance with me?

The otaku playing games: 11111, is sister really jumping?

Huang Quan: Sure, then stay for two more days. Perhaps then we can depart with the Starry Sky Train.

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Is the Starry Sky Train finally about to depart?

In fact, ever since the Harmonious Music Ceremony concluded, Wang Xuanqiao had been wondering when the train would embark on its new journey. In a sense, it was a brand-new area that had never appeared in the game before—the ocean planet Rusalka, the agate world Melustain, and the eternal land of Omphalos. Even Omphalos only received a brief mention in the accessory copy.

However, it is also very likely that the plot will suddenly appear in the game. Under the invitation of two directions, the Starry Sky Train decided to split into two groups. Miss Xinghe and others returned to the Immortal Boat Luofu to participate in the Starry Sky Martial Arts Ceremony.

No matter which one it is, Wang Xuanqiao finds it quite interesting.

After all, the cultural symbols prominent on the Immortal Boat were quite rich. And Wang Xuanqiao remembered that the Marshal of the Immortal Boat Alliance was called—Hua!

——The author has something to say——

If you have something to report, please report it early. If you have nothing to report, please leave the court!

Alas, I finally got Sister Tazi's line done (sweat

To be honest, this plot is not that long to write, but it really gave me a headache to arrange it. Sometimes I even worry that some readers will not understand the twists and turns. After all, my level is really limited, and I often can't put my ideas into words well.

So if you need any interpretation or explanation, feel free to ask. I'll get back to you as soon as I see it. Like I said yesterday, I'm a slow writer, but I'm a very fast responder! (Hey!!!

And - next I'm going to recap one of the introductions. There are several ways to use the Yama Blade~

Volume 172: : Fu Hua begins to think about retirement

Taking Fu Hua to the Luofu Fairy Boat may seem interesting at first glance, but it actually doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

Wang Xuanqiao did a simple calculation and knew that there were only two possible situations: the residents of the Xianzhou who did not know Marshal Yunqi would look at her as a stranger, and those who knew Marshal Yunqi would only need one or two glances to find out that she was not the real one.

It's to the point where even Ah Ha would be worried about where the fun is.

Unless... Marshal Yunqi has developed very well.

However, when thinking of Fu Hua, Wang Xuanqiao naturally thought of the Ruler of Consciousness who was imprisoned by her in Yu Duchen.

After so much time had passed, no one knew how Fu Hua's life with the cub was going. Now, this Herrscher of Consciousness was undoubtedly as blank as a sheet of paper. He hadn't been overwhelmed by Fu Hua's vast memory and lost his identity, nor did he have the so-called Herrscher consciousness to incite destruction and ruin.

So how would such a person who could be called a clean ruler perceive the world and the people in it?

Wang Xuanqiao was curious, so he sent a message to Fu Hua to ask.

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The otaku who plays games: zaima

Fu Sheng Ruo Meng: Yes, what can I do for you, manager?

Game geek: How is the Herrscher of Knowledge doing lately?

Fu Sheng Ruo Meng: Uh, I don't know. He didn't seem to be interested in communicating and remained in Yu Du Chen.

Otaku who plays games: [doubt]