Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 645 [Swamp Town] 32

When Yuan Ying came back, it was just getting dark.

Ben Wenxin scraped the fish paste and mixed it with the pork filling chopped by Feng Lan. He roasted the seaweed in a pan, crushed it and put it into the meat filling, then added some scallion and ginger water. The wonton wrappers were also in the space, so Ben Wenxin just piled the wrappers together and rolled them a little thinner, making the wontons more delicious.

"Are you back? Let's make wontons together." Feng Lan's ears moved. She, Ben Wenxin, and Richard were making wontons in the living room.

Of course, the wontons Richard made could only be said to be pinched together. Ben Xin frowned as he looked at them, then looked away. When he saw Feng Lan making them quickly and efficiently, and the beautiful little wontons piled on the plate looked like they were copied and pasted, his expression improved a lot.

Because Feng Lan and Ben Wenxin were both very fast, they had already wrapped almost two hundred pieces, while Richard, a normal person, had only wrapped more than thirty pieces. Some of them fell apart while he was putting them aside, so he had to start over again, which was very embarrassing.

There may seem to be a lot of wontons, but Ben Wenxin, Yuanying, and Feng Lan are all big eaters, especially Feng Lan who likes Ben Wenxin's cooking very much. These wontons are very small, so she can eat one in one bite. She can eat a hundred wontons in one meal!

"What kind of soup would you like? Clear soup, sour soup, or red oil?"

"Sour soup." Feng Lan raised her hand and wrapped faster.

"I want clear soup." Yuan Ying waved her hand. She still smelled something and went upstairs to take a shower.

"I want clear soup too, thank you." Richard looked at Feng Lan and then at Yuan Ying, and finally chose clear soup. He thought the filling looked delicious.

Feng Lan was waiting on the first floor. She was in a good mood and stood by the window, watching the sky outside turn completely dark. The sea of ​​trees was rolling. Richard glanced at the pitch-black outside. He couldn't see anything, but he felt his heart trembling inexplicably, and his whole body was shaking unconsciously. Feng Lan also stared outside without saying anything.

"Seven minutes." Feng Lan suddenly spoke.

"What?" Richard didn't understand what Feng Lan meant, but Feng Lan suddenly turned around, reached the stairwell in the blink of an eye, and went upstairs.

Seven minutes have passed since Yuan Ying went upstairs. She said she wanted to take a shower, but there was no movement upstairs since the sixth minute. Feng Lan waited for a minute, but there was still no movement. She didn't think Yuan Ying was taking a bath, as she said she wanted to eat before going upstairs.

"Sarah, are you still awake?"

As Feng Lan spoke, his spiritual sense probed into the room.

There was no sound. The bedroom window was wide open, and the white curtains fluttered in the night wind.

"Bang!" Feng Lan kicked the door open and took a quick look.

Yuan Ying was not in the room. The water in the bathroom was still hot. There were Yuan Ying's wet footprints on the tiles. In the mist, Feng Lan smelled the fishy smell of algae.

Ben Wenxin also rushed up from downstairs when she heard the sound. She looked at the wide-open window and the strong wind blew on her face. Ben Wenxin stretched out her hand to block it and also smelled the strong smell of algae. Her rationality dropped two points in panic. Realizing that panic and negative emotions would make her rationality drop, Ben Wenxin took out props to force herself to calm down.

[Refrigerator: A cool refrigerator. The refrigerator will force you to calm down. No matter what the circumstances, please be careful not to be too 'calm'. You are not a refrigerator.]

"Are they those swamp people?" Ben Xin subconsciously glanced at the location. She didn't notice that there was something strange about her panel.

Feng Lan did not rush out immediately, but burned himself first.

really,

"Drip..." The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, which was quiet just now. Feng Lan saw Yuan Ying with red eyes in the bathroom.

The mental attack instantly blurred Feng Lan's face, "...Wait a minute."

She had to step forward and hold Yuan Ying's hand, but Yuan Ying dodged her.

Feng Lan did not attack Yuan Ying either. After two or three hits, Yuan Ying realized that the "enemy" in front of her must be an illusion. She stopped, and Feng Lan grabbed her hand.