Chapter 72 - Grandma's Bedtime Stories (IV)

Xiao Lan opened his eyes early the next morning, his mind still a little confused. The first thing that appeared in his eyes was ...... an ass bathed in sunlight.

 

Also wearing Pikachu-printed underwear.

 

Xiao Lan was startled, and the sleepiness she had just awakened to faded away in a flash.

 

He rubbed his eyes and looked over there again, finally seeing what the hell was going on there.

 

Wang Taidi's sleeping face is really bad.

 

The whole man was now in an upside-down position, only half of him still on the bed, his legs tangled indistinguishably with the covers, his buttocks pressed against the pillows as the highest point of the whole, just in time to meet the rays of light shining into the room through the airy window, the Pikachu on his underwear looking bright and radiant.

 

Wang Taidi in the bed opposite does not want to wake up, he is still sleeping like a pig in a pig farm.

 

His mouth was chewing on the quilt, barley chewing on it, and he couldn't stop mumbling about what he had dreamt.

 

Xiao Lan looked at Wang Taidi, who was sleeping in a creative position, and instantly understood Wang Ke's deepest feelings: "No wonder your brother doesn't want to sleep with you ......"

 

You can see what it's like to share a bed with Wang Taidi just by looking at this.

 

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Shortly afterwards, the metal door opened and "Grandma" entered.

 

She called the players up in an affectionate tone, "Did you sleep well? My dear children, come out, Grandma has taken you to breakfast, good children are not allowed to stay in bed."

 

When the players emerged from the room, Xiao Lan found that there were only eight people present in total.

 

His eyes swept over each of the rooms chosen by the players and spotted something amiss in one of them.

 

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The door to that room was half-open, and there was sticky spider silk on the floor and ceiling, and trailed blood, which was mixed with bits of debris that seemed to have been digested and looked very unpleasant. He remembered that the room was occupied by a male player, who looked silent and largely uncommunicative to the others.

 

Looking at the situation, the man was probably in a bad way.

 

The other players also noticed that something was wrong in that room and their eyes drifted over there somewhat uncontrollably.

 

"Grandma" laughed at this, "Grandma told you that disobedient children will be punished ......"

 

An inexplicable chill of air filled the corridors, sweeping away the sleepiness of the early morning and leaving the players feeling a little chilled.

 

They looked at the messy room with some concern for their future, perhaps they themselves would be next.

 

"Come on, it won't be good after breakfast time." "Grandma," he said, and turned in the direction of the iron gate.

 

The players also marched along behind her in silence.

 

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"The dining room is small and the furniture is basically wooden, with a patterned carpet on the floor and rustic decorations on the furniture, making it very cosy.

 

However, upon seeing the breakfast on the table, the players' faces turned green, assimilated by the colour of the breakfast.

 

The fact that the table was all green, finely chopped and served on delicate plates, did not hide the fact that it was full of leaves of all kinds. The dishes were not cooked at all, just a table of raw leaves, and there was not even a dipping sauce on the table.

 

Wang Taidi's face looked a little bitter as he whispered, "I ...... don't want to eat grass, I want to eat meat, even if it's a ham sausage."

 

Xiao Lan agrees, likewise whispering in reply, "I don't think humans have evolved to gnaw on greens."

 

The two men exchanged a pained and helpless look, Xiao Lan felt that he probably had some unresolved relationship with dark cuisine, counting the copies he had experienced, there was no boss whose cooking was normal.

 

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While he can eat it all, I guess, a table of green leaves really challenges him to the bottom.

 

Luo leaned in close to Xiao Lan and whispered, "Sir, after we leave this game I will make some reservations for you at a restaurant with an excellent reputation."

 

At these words, Xiao Lan's eyes rekindled with hope for life.

 

Must get over it quickly! The pain is only temporary, there is hope for the better, steak fondue Little Long prawn roast seafood shabu shabu awaits him!!!

 

The players made their way to the table in full view of their "grandmother" and ate their breakfast with no hope of survival.

 

The fresh, crunchy vegetables actually tasted pretty good and would have been great in a salad, but just chewing them dry and without dressing, and the greens are so weak against hunger that it was a bit of a pain to eat a full portion.

 

At the end of a long breakfast, "Grandma" suddenly spoke up, "Good girls, you have to do your chores together when you come to Grandma's house, don't you?"

 

"Grandma will get a child to help me prepare lunch with her. If it was not done well, Grandma would give him a punishment, but I am a forgiving grandmother and as long as the wrongdoing child is sincerely repentant, Grandma does forgive the wrongdoing child."

 

Her eyes scanned the players and finally her small eyes settled on Xiao Lan, "There you are, lucky boy, you've been given the chance to help your grandmother."

 

The players looked at Xiao Lan with either sympathetic or gloating expressions.

 

Only Wang Taidi, who had experienced Xiao Lan's cooking skills, had the darkest time of his life. He couldn't help but speak up and try to talk his "grandmother" out of this terrible idea: "That ...... grandmother, do you want to reconsider ...... "

 

"Grandma's" gaze snapped and her face sank as she turned her head towards Wang Taidi: "Are you refuting Grandma's opinion?"

 

Wang Taidi choked and shook his head desperately, thinking that this "grandmother" might not be able to see his movements because of her eyesight, and added: "No, no ...... "

 

The players in the audience, on the other hand, were clearly still ignorant of what was about to happen.

 

Now he doesn't know whether to feel sorry for "Grandma" or for the players who are about to receive a special Xiao Lan lunch.

 

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After the meal, Xiao Lan followed her "grandmother" into the kitchen alone.

 

"Grandma" said to Xiao Lan, pointing to the shelf of vegetables nearby: "Go and help Grandma wash the vegetables first, good boy."

 

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Xiao Lan said yes and picked up the washing basin and walked over to the shelf. As Xiao Lan turned around, he could feel "Grandma's" gaze following him behind him, as if she was glued to his back.

 

The shelves are full of vegetables that look so green and lush that they almost blend together in a pile.

 

Xiao Lan reached out towards the vegetables and he felt a sudden pang, as if the depths of darkness were full of unsuspecting eyes staring at him, stinging, expecting Xiao Lan to reach out and then pull him into the unknown.

 

Xiao Lan's movements pause for a moment, but only for a moment before he continues to reach out as if nothing had happened and grabs a tender, full bok choy in front of him.

 

At almost the same moment as Xiao Lan's hand grasped the greens, a cold, stiff hand reached out of the darkness, which clutched Xiao Lan's wrist and pulled him forward with force.

 

It seemed to anticipate the man's painful death after his bones were broken by the hard steel frame.

 

However, no tug.

 

The thing that moved seemed a little confused, it froze for a moment then increased its strength and gave another tug, still motionless.

 

Xiao Lan's lips curled into a small smile, he dared to play tug of war with him, this unknown thing was still too young and too innocent. With a backhand, he let go of the green vegetable and grabbed the cold hand that was tugging at him, then gave it a firm squeeze in his hand.

 

With a slight "click", he broke the hand off.

 

The hand was of an unknown material, and when it broke there was no blood flowing out of it, and it felt light and fluffy in the hand. Xiao Lan tried to take it out to see, but the moment the sunlight touched it, the object dissipated and all that could be seen was a little greenish-white colour, as if it could only live in the dark.

 

At that moment, "Grandma's" voice sounded behind Xiao Lan: "What was that noise?"

 

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Xiao Lan raised his eyebrows slightly, he was standing a few metres away and the sound of the hand being broken was very soft, but he could hear it clearly.

 

It seems that although her eyesight and sense of smell are not great, her hearing is unexpectedly acute.

 

Luckily, Wang Taidi and I have always spoken about her behind her back from a distance and kept our voices very soft, but we'll have to be more careful from now on, and I wonder if "Grandma" will be angry when she finds out that her good children are disrespecting her behind her back.

 

When asked by "Grandma", Xiao Lan calmly replied, "Oh, I broke a piece of celery by accident, sorry, Grandma.

 

"Grandma" replied, "Oh."

 

It seems perfunctory, and it is not clear whether it was believed or not.

 

When Xiao Lan had finished washing the dishes, 'Grandma' arranged for him to cook.

 

Xiao Lan stood in front of the stove, holding the pan that 'Grandma' had designated. There seems to be a clattering sound overhead, followed by a thin but sticky spider silk falling towards Xiao Lan's head.

 

Xiao Lan didn't look up either, but simply swatted the pan away from his head and began to cook according to his "grandmother's" instructions.

 

However, it looks like a spider just landed in the pan?

 

Never mind, it doesn't matter.

 

The "grandmother" at the side was getting darker and darker, this guy was clearly following the steps she had given him, but the final product was so random that it was getting close to being a paste, I don't know what kind of cooking talent he had.

 

Sensing that something was not right behind her, Xiao Lan stopped moving her hands and kept her attention on the alert.

 

The batter tumbles in the pan.

 

The next moment, a sharp knife flies towards Xiao Lan's back, and Xiao Lan dodges it.

 

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Then more and more flying daggers flew through the air, the sound of "whooshing" breaking into the air and forming a continuous rain of daggers that tried to engulf Xiao Lan.

 

"You --- this --- bad --- boy --son--"

 

A shrill growl rang out in the kitchen and 'Grandma' looked furious as the flying knives came at Xiao Lan in a frenzy.

 

Xiao Lan dodges with ease, his agile figure wandering around the kitchen.

 

To be honest, after repeated combat training, this kind of attack, which looks loud but is actually full of holes, is as easy to dodge in his eyes as a fishing net full of holes.

 

It was "Grandma's" voice, which was roaring so loudly at the moment, that it hurt his ears.

 

Fifteen minutes later.

 

The sharp blades stopped and the "grandmother's" voice returned to a loving tone: "My sweet child, do you know you are wrong?"

 

Xiao Lan nodded obediently, "Got it, Grandma."

 

It seems that "Grandma's" punishment time is 15 minutes, so if you survive it, you will pass.

 

Afterwards, "Grandma" threw Xiao Lan out of the kitchen and decided to prepare her own lunch.

 

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By the time lunch came, the players were staring speechlessly at the dishes on the table.

 

In front of them, on the left, was an unidentified object that was as charred as a lump of charcoal and looked doubtful to be edible. After being introduced to the "grandmother", they knew that it was a dish of love that she had made with her own hands.

 

The players had tears in their eyes, so that's how you cook, Grandma, we don't mind you giving us greens anymore.

 

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The paste on the right is indistinguishable from the raw material and appears to be equally dubious in terms of its edibility.

 

The players looked at Xiao Lan with sadness and anger - they were born from the same root, why should they suffer so much?

 

The author has something to say.

 

Xiao Lan: It's my fault.

 

Luo: Mr. Luo's cooking skills are the best in the world.

 

Wang Taidi + all players: doesn't your conscience hurt!

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