Chapter 36 Made a decision that went against the ancestors
[God damn "Golden Mediator", you know how to plan a program [dog head][dog head][dog head]]
Wen Si and Song Zhiyu lived up to expectations and finally chose the breakup that was most discussed in the barrage - no, it was "Overcooked".
Overcooked is a puzzle game with cooking as its theme. Players need to combine different ingredients to make the meals required by the order within the specified time, which is a great test of the teamwork ability of two people.
Seeing how interested Song Zhiyu was in the Switch, Wen Si thought he was a gaming expert. However, when he entered the tutorial level, he saw him bewilderedly asking, "So this is just a simple cooking game?"
Wen Si: “???”
Her alarm bells immediately rang, "What else? Have you never played it before?"
"No." Song Zhiyu said: "My friends think I am not good at playing games and don't want to play with me, so I can only play some single-player games to entertain myself."
Wen Si: “.”
Very good, this person is most likely a gaming black hole, the kind who is bad at gaming but loves to play.
"This game is actually quite simple. It's all about cutting vegetables, arranging plates, and serving food according to the requirements on the order. It mainly tests the coordination ability of two people. You'll be able to play it after a while." She comforted Song Zhiyu.
At the same time, it is also a comfort to myself when I am about to back out.
Song Zhiyu said, "Then let's get started!"
The tutorial level is very simple, and the menu only has sashimi.
Players only need to slice the fish, put it on a plate, and then send it to the serving port.
Under Wen Si's guidance, Song Zhiyu quickly got the hang of it, controlling his little chef to work busily in the kitchen, running faster than Wen Si.
He even boasted: "This game is not as difficult as those people on the Internet say~"
Wen Si: “.”
I just smiled and said nothing.
Starting from the second level, the menu becomes increasingly complex and the kitchen structure becomes increasingly bizarre.
When Wen Si was bored, he often asked Ling Wei to play this game with him. Both of them were people with strong execution ability and clear thinking. Before each game started, they would assign their respective tasks according to the structure of the kitchen, and then they would each be busy with their own things without disturbing each other.
Occasionally, if someone makes a mistake, the other person can quickly make up for it with their strong on-the-spot reaction ability.
They are so efficient that they are like two ruthless cooking machines. Two people can support an entire assembly line!
But when playing with Song Zhiyu, the comfort level is not that high.
As the kitchen structure became more and more complex and the cooking process became more and more complicated, Song Zhiyu's brain cells were obviously not enough.
Even though Wen Si had assigned him tasks before the game started and he only needed to follow them mindlessly, he would still make mistakes because his hands and brain had different ideas.
Either I have cut the vegetables but don’t know where to put them, or I have cooked the rice but have no plate to put it on.
He often slipped and fell into the abyss while carrying prepared meals.
People can be reborn after death, but when vegetables are gone, they are really gone.
Wen Si could still handle the early levels thanks to his hand speed, but it became more and more difficult as he went on.
When they reached a level that required cooperation of two people to pass, she was completely defeated: "Song Zhiyu, are you a pig? Why are you wandering around with your broken fire extinguisher? Can't you see that the rice in the pot is burnt? What if we donate your eyes if we don't need them anymore?"
"Cut vegetables, cut vegetables, cut vegetables! Don't worry about your dirty dishes. I'll wash them when I'm free!"
"My pot, my pot, my pot! Give my pot back to me!"
"Why do you put shrimp in sushi? You got an occupational disease and want to research new dishes?"
"Serve the food, serve the food! Are you waiting for the cut shrimp to come back to life when you serve it without putting it on a plate?"
Song Zhiyu's brain was not enough to begin with, and after being scolded by her, he became even more confused: "Ah? Did I steam the rice? Damn, how do I put away this fire extinguisher?"
"But the chopping board is full of dishes. There's no place to put the dishes if we don't wash them!" "What do you mean your pot is my pot? Isn't this our common property?"
"Sao Ao Rui~ I thought it would taste better if we added more expensive ingredients, and the customers would give us more tips!"
"Oh my god! So shrimps can come back to life if they're left alone after being cut? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Wen Si, who was busy and exhausted: "."
Destroy it, I'm tired of it.
Due to Song Zhiyu's reckless operation, fire broke out everywhere in the kitchen.
However, the fire extinguisher that he had been holding in his hand in the early stage disappeared at the critical moment. Wen Si couldn't find the tools to put out the fire, so he simply gave up.
Looking at the growing fire in the kitchen, she put down the game console and swore the most poisonous oath in her life: "Song Zhiyu, if I dare to play games with you again, I will be Japanese!"
Song Zhiyu: “.”
"You don't have to be so cruel, do you?" He felt wronged by the abuse: "You have made a decision that goes against our ancestors!"
Wen Si: “.”
She rolled her eyes and pinched her philtrum, suddenly feeling a little short of oxygen.
Angry!
Barrage.
[Hahahahahahahahaha fuck! Song Zhiyu is just like me when I'm clumsy playing games online with my friends! I dare not say a ]
[I thought he was a king, but he turned out to be a bronze! [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face]]
[Song Zhiyu: Very busy, but I don’t know what I’m busy with! ]
[Look how angry the rich lady is, she doesn’t even care about her nationality [cover face][cover face][cover face]]
[Rich Woman Sister: I am afraid of work, but work has not hurt me at all. I am not afraid of Song Zhiyu, but Song Zhiyu has hurt me all over! ]
[Rich lady: Sa Beining breathes ]
In the love room, Jiang Zhihuai looked at the two people laughing and scolding on the phone screen, his brows furrowed so much that they could almost pinch a mosquito to death.
She had never been so unbridled, nor so alive, with him.
He keeps all his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness inside his heart, and speaks in a sarcastic tone whenever he opens his mouth.
Even though she was sometimes irritated by him, she never cursed at him.
She just said a few harsh words to him with a cold face, all the dirty words coming out in her heart.
He always thought that even if he was not welcomed, his position in her heart must be at the top.
And now it seems.
He is not even as good as Song Zhiyu, a simple-minded idiot with underdeveloped limbs!
This realization made him feel extremely frustrated.
From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the pride of his parents and a favored child in the eyes of others.
And he himself is also very competitive.
Whether in school or later in the army, he always strived to be the best and be ahead in everything.
Only in matters of love, he was tricked by this scumbag who suddenly appeared, took the initiative, and then turned around and ran away after flirting with him.
How could he bear this?
Jiang Zhihuai held the phone tightly, and his back teeth made a creaking sound.
(End of this chapter)
