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Chapter 501 The Steward's Preference

This brings me to the point.

Zhao Bo shook his head: "No, the four of us are fine."

Nan Qing was shocked: "The four of us are fine! Really? It's impossible. I've been here for a month, and one person must die every night. How can it be possible that everything is fine?"

This is a rule, how could it be suddenly broken?

Lingxu stood on the edge and sighed several times in his heart. Sure enough, every host is an Oscar winner!

When the system selects a host, is there a rigid requirement that it must choose someone who can act, and it must be a particularly good one?

"The fact is that all four of us are fine." Zhao Bo also found it incredible.

At first, when he saw that Lingxu and Wang Lan were still alive, he thought something had happened to Nan Qing.

Just when the three of them fell silent and were wondering what was going on, a man's voice suddenly came from behind.

"The guests got up really early today."

There was a sudden sound and they were startled.

Lingxu glanced at Nan Qing resentfully, do you NPCs like to scare people from behind so quietly?

She was like this just now.

Nan Qing quickly replied with a teasing smile.

Sid's eyes swept over, "The guests' breakfast hasn't been cooked yet. I want to ask the guests about their tastes. What do they want for breakfast today?"

He had cooked them the past two days and they ate them without asking. Why did he suddenly ask them about their taste today?

Lingxu was not polite and said, "Can I eat steamed buns if you want?"

Sidke: "No."

Reisu: “Noodles and dumplings?”

"No."

Zhao Bo: "Bread, sandwich."

Siddhartha didn't answer.

Nan Qing said: "Chicken roll."

"Okay." Sidhe nodded and left.

Lingxu was shocked. Damn it, is it so blatant? This is because you are afraid that others will not know that you two are having an affair.

Lingxu looked at Zhao Bo. This kid had always been quite smart, but there was no trace of suspicion or doubt on Zhao Bo's face now.

Zhao Bo asked: "Is the chicken roll really filled with chicken?"

Nan Qing leaned against the wall with a smile on his face: "If you are really worried, you can take out the meat and eat only the cakes and vegetables."

Wang Lan has woken up, but she has not eaten for several days and has lost too much blood. Her face is pale and pale.

"We will bring breakfast to you later?" Zhao Bo asked.

Wang Lan was horrified: "No, don't leave me alone in the room. Can you bring breakfast and let us eat it together?"

"No, you must eat in the restaurant. If you take the food out of the restaurant, people will die." Nan Qing said quietly.

Wang Lan hesitated, and finally she looked at Zhao Bo with a pleading look: "Squad leader, can you help me downstairs?"

"Can."

She hasn't eaten for several days, and she will die if she continues like this.

Two men, Zhao Bo and Ling Xu, helped her downstairs, one on the left and the other on the right, with Nan Qing following behind.

Four breakfasts were prepared in the restaurant, with delicious-looking chicken wraps placed on the plates, and a glass of milk on the side.

Today's breakfast was normal.

Lingxu took a bite and said to Zhao Bo: "Eat it with confidence, it's chicken inside."

Zhao Bo took a bigger bite after hearing this, but he still tasted it carefully when he put it into his mouth.

"Does this mean you don't believe what I say, or do you don't believe my tongue?"

"Don't talk while eating." Zhao Bo was very hungry. If it weren't for his personal dining etiquette, he would probably be devouring it now.

Wang Lan was just devouring it. She was very hungry. She had just woken up from a serious injury and ate so fast that she almost choked. She quickly picked up the milk and drank it in a big gulp. She drank a whole glass of milk.

She still wanted to drink, even though the butler was watching over their meal, but Wang Lan didn't dare to ask the butler.

"You... do you still want the glass of milk in front of you?" Wang Lan asked Nan Qing stutteringly.

The milk in front of Nan Qing hadn't been drunk yet. She looked at the desire in Wang Lan's eyes and said... "More."


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