Yi Xing stood by the window for a while, really couldn't bear to see the three people spoiling the food, took a quick shower and went downstairs, took over the kitchen and ingredients, and drove the three to the yard.

On the chopping board was a fish that the CEO had chopped up and cut into pieces, neither scaled nor gutted.

In the basin on the ground are seashells that the player smashed open with the back of a knife, and the smashed shell meat and shells are mixed together.

Under the stove is a fire made by a racing driver. To be precise, it is a pile of firewood. The firewood is so full that there is no spark.

Yi Xing helped his forehead helplessly.

The things that came out made him wonder if they were human beings. How could they not even cook their own food well?

Players and racers secretly stalked at the window, watching Yi Xing reprocess the ingredients.

"I never thought that a person like Taotie could cook." The racing driver was shocked and admired.

"I don't even look at what my cub is doing, he is the most popular food anchor in JJ's live broadcast." The player said proudly.

It was the first time for her to watch Yi Xing cook at such a close distance.

It is definitely a unique experience for fans to watch the anchors who follow them do their own live broadcasts up close.

"Gaotie is so pretty, why is he a food anchor?"

The racer was even more surprised, "With his face, why don't you go to some kind of draft and make your debut at the C position in minutes?"

The president with his back against the wall raised his eyes and said:

"People like us, let alone living in the public eye like stars, even being known by name and place of residence is a danger."

Players and racers know he's talking about the identity of their survivors.

In reality, there are not only escapers, but also hunters.

Every hunter who returns to reality is a perverted killer lurking in the crowd.

They can open the hunting ground at any time, so that the survivors cannot leave the designated area for a full three hours, like a bird trapped in a cage, tired of coping with the pursuit of the hunter.

It sounds really bad, but players don't think the situation is as dire as the president said.

She said: "The number of hunters is much smaller than the number of survivors. Most hunters like to stick to one copy. How can it be so easy to encounter in reality? Just like the probability of ordinary people encountering perverted killers, those who have not yet encountered a car accidentThe probability is high.

"Of course, it's not safe to have all the itineraries exposed like a star. After my cub became a survivor, I didn't broadcast it much."

"The probability of one in ten million falls on an individual is also 100%."

After the president finished speaking, he pursed his lips, and a trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, as if he thought he didn't need to talk about it with the players.

The racer didn't make a sound, but when he saw the president looking down in annoyance, he handed over the small fish he grilled.

"Eat something, the world is a good place."

"Are you sure?" The CEO glanced at the charred fish with doubts in his eyes.

After eating, not only will you not feel that the world is beautiful, but you will leave this world, right?

"Take it away, I don't want to see it again." The president said.

If there is no comparison, he will just eat it, after all, he baked it himself.

But in the kitchen behind him, the aroma of the dishes cooked by Taotie was overflowing, and he could imagine the ultimate delicacy just by smelling it.

Looking at this thing again, it is simply a double pollution of vision and smell.

Just as he was talking, Yi Xing pushed open the door and walked out, and the delicious smell of food came over his face.

The three of them, who had been hungry all day, swallowed saliva without disappointment.

"Cub, is there anything you need? Just leave it to us." The player said.

Yi Xing said: "The dishes are ready."

"So fast?" The player immediately got into the kitchen after being surprised, "I'll serve the food!"

One of the president and the racer went to help, and the other went to serve the meal.

Yi Xing waited at the door until the player came out with food, then said: "You talk about real things in the dungeon, is that okay?"

The player blinked blankly, "Ah? No private information was revealed, so it should be fine, right?"

"I mean the audience, ordinary people."

Yi Xing remembers that there is a rule in the forum under the management authority that one must not do things that cause panic among the public.

The conversation between the player and the president was short of saying "the paradise is real, the survivors and the hunters are real, and the hunters can hunt and kill the survivors in reality". Would this cause panic among the public?

The player understood, and said: "They won't know. In fact, there has always been something affecting the consciousness of ordinary people. If you say something about the authenticity of the paradise in front of them, they will ignore it for various reasons."

"It's not that you can't hear it, it's just that you ignore it."

The player thought about it, and explained based on his own real experience: "When we talk about these, the audience will unconsciously be attracted by a bird flying by outside the window, a sudden sound, or even harassing phone calls, etc., until weAfter finishing speaking, they will just come back to their senses."

Sure enough, Yi Xing found that the barrage was much less in an instant, and all the white barrage disappeared, only the colored barrage remained.

Affecting the consciousness of so many people at once is definitely not something that ordinary ability users can do.

But Yi Xing doesn't care about this, because such ability doesn't sound like it has anything to do with food.

He only cares about his own food problem.

He actually heard the conversation between the player and the president in the kitchen, including the fact that the player said that he rarely broadcast live after he became a survivor.

Indeed, as the player said, he rarely does live broadcasts of pure food.

He wasn't worried about hunters coming to him, but the blood spider silk and mushrooms made him full. There was no need to eat ordinary food, so he stopped live streaming.

Things are different now.

His appetite got bigger, and he might get bigger later.

He needs food, not only in the paradise instance, but also in the real world.

Maybe he should continue the live broadcast, and it is a live broadcast that lets everyone know his location, attracting hunters to deliver it to their door.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the president say while eating: "Tonight's food is the best I have ever eaten. If I had to compare it, only a century-old restaurant in Shancheng can match it.

"This time we cooperated and helped each other to produce this dungeon together. After returning to reality, I will invite you to eat at that old restaurant. How about it?"

The player can't eat spicy food very much, so he gasped because of Haibei's spicy food. Hearing this, he still nodded and said:

"Huh, hao..."

Yi Xing suddenly reached out, picked up the chopsticks that the player had prepared for him, but he had never touched it, picked up a large piece of seashell meat and stuffed it into her mouth.

"so spicy……"

The spiciness of chili pepper, Chinese prickly ash, and pepper spread in the player's mouth, and the player burst into tears instantly, with his mouth half-opened, looking at the culprit blankly.

Yi Xing passed the water again, "Come on, drink some water slowly."

The player reluctantly swallowed the shellfish in his mouth, buried his head in drinking water, and waited until he finally recovered, and forgot to ask Yi Xing why.

The president didn't continue the previous topic, he just ate a few mouthfuls to show he was full, so he went upstairs to rest first.

After the president went upstairs, the player whispered: "The president's face seems a little bad?"

"But, it may be that the wind blows at the beach, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

The racer's eyes moved repeatedly between the dishes on the dining table and the stairwell, and finally he buried his head and finished his meal at a turbulent speed, then walked upstairs quickly, "I'll go see him."

Yi Xing quietly watched the back of the racer leaving.

It's true that the president is uncomfortable, but it's hard to say why.

He didn't miss the president's face turning pale when the player said the word "so spicy".

The words the president said before are not a problem at first glance, but if you think about them carefully, there is a deal.

What he and the players have to pay is "cooperate and help each other, and leave the instance with the president", but what the president gives them is "a treat for a meal".

This deal...is not worth it.

night.

Yi Xing half-lyed on the bed, casually browsing the barrage.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening, and smelled the sweet aroma of milk at the tip of his nose, and then there was another door opening sound from a similar but different direction.

From the movement of the sound and scent, it can be judged that the president is carrying milk into the racer's room.

"It's nice to have family around."

In the evening, someone will deliver food.

Yi Xing thought of something, turned his head to the side, looked beyond the glass and the night, and looked towards the direction of the sea.

I don't know if the embryo hatched or not.

Only such a small tentacle can allow it to absorb nutrients and energy, even if it hatches successfully, it is still a very weak little guy.

In the deep sea, the sea monster lay on the soft white sand with its eyes closed.

The two arms swayed slowly, alert to everything around, and the remaining arms fell into a deep sleep with the sea monster.

Two of the sleeping arms and legs are extremely small, only the length of an adult human.

One of them still has traces of being reattached after being broken.

A small bag suddenly appeared on that arm.

The small bag bulged high, as if something stretched its head, trying to hear voices from the outside world.

Finally, the spiritual tentacles he protruded touched the spiritual field that made him extremely close and revered.

It heard what was conveyed spiritually.

"The emperor is hungry..."