I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

Chapter 215: 215: Two Channels

Pan Xiaoxin didn’t know how to play at first, but later she and Mr. Cheng took turns winning.

Tan Xiao lost every game.

Bai Youwei, listening to the sounds of shuffling cards, Tan Xiao’s complaints, the crackling of the campfire… slowly fell asleep.

Watching her serene, worry-free sleeping face, Shen MO also closed his eyes.

The night passed uneventfully.

The next day, Mr. Cheng started to prepare breakfast in a busy fashion.

He opened up two bags of milk and cooked a pot of milk porridge.

Fearing that porridge alone might not be enough for Tan Xiao and Shen MO, he also mixed some flour into a thin batter, added salt and MSG, then cracked two eggs. He added a little oil to the flat pan, poured on the batter, rotated the handle, and slowly made thin egg pancakes.

You could eat them directly, dip them in sauce, or even roll them up with green onions or shredded cucumber.

As he was cooking breakfast, Mr. Cheng was muttering, “The milk is going to expire in a few days. But it doesn’t matter if it expires, don’t throw it away. It’s best for steaming buns, it makes them fragrant and fluffy…”

These were all experiences he had accumulated over the decades.

Tan Xiao and Pan Xiaoxin were brushing their teeth by the roadside with their hair tousled.

Shen MO accompanied Bai Youwei in the hotel for her usual wash up.

The five-man camp on the other side seemed to be influenced by them, so they decided not to hastily settle for anything, they decided to cook to have a proper breakfast.

They had abundant ingredients, but their skills were lacking.

Lun Ang wanted to cook porridge but instead cooked rice, and it ended up half burnt.

Finally, Zhu Shu took over, scooped out the unburnt rice and put it aside, then cooked two potatoes, mashed them, added salt and pepper for seasoning, then added cut-up hot dogs and mixed it with the rice to make dumplings, and fried them in a flat pan.

Fry it, press it, turn it over, and you have a fragrant rice crust.

Golden yellow, crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, with a salty and fragrant taste.

Li Li tasted it and praised it heavily, “Zhu Shu! I didn’t expect you to be able to cook!”

Yan Qingwen took a few bites and was slightly surprised, she looked at Zhu Shu and asked, “Aren’t a star’s schedules packed? Do you have time to cook?”

Zhu Shu smiled, “I wasn’t famous from the start. When I was starting out, I used to cook for myself.”

Su Man ate in silence.

She didn’t complain this time as she ate, probably because she didn’t want to pick a fight.

After a while, Yan Qingwen stood up and called for Lun Ang to discuss matters over at Shen MO’s side.

They will soon move the congested vehicles. To avoid triggering the game, only two people could do this task, hence they needed to inform Shen MO’s side to prevent the two teams from running into each other and inexplicably getting involved in the game.

Zhu Shu brushed off the crumbs from her clothes, stood up too, and said with a smile, “I’ll go with you. I’m used to having a cup of black tea every morning, and there should be teabags in the hotel.”

Su Man gave her a cold look, ready to accuse her of being pretentious.

But when the words were on the tip of her tongue, seeing Li Li staring at her, she pursed her lips and held back.

She didn’t want to spoil everyone’s mood early in the morning.

Yan Qingwen led her teammates to the entrance of the hotel.

There was leftover milk porridge in the pot, scattered poker cards scattered on the mattress, Tan Xiao carried Pan Xiaoxin up the tree to pick loquats, Bai Youwei was directing under the tree, and Mr. Cheng was watering the green onions and coriander in the flower pots.

Even though they were prepared, when they saw this scene, Yan Oingwen had to admire their positive attitude.

It was like two channels on the television: one depicted survival at the end of the world and the other reflected a leisurely holiday.

Shen MO was inspecting the car. Seeing them arriving, he put down the hood of the car and asked, “What’s up?”

Yan Qingwen smiled faintly, slightly lifted his chin towards the congested road and said, “That road is hard to navigate, so we’ve come to ask about your departure time, to avoid travelling at the same time..”