The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"But the most important thing is that in order not to cause unnecessary accidents, I hope everyone can keep quiet after leaving the yard, including questions and answers."

Seeing that everyone was still immersed in how to find the empress's reward, Jiang qianxia shrugged with a smile, "if you don't want to know how old you were when you wet your bed last - such a private answer leaked out and became a joke of irrelevant people, you'd better not take what I just said seriously."

As soon as this remark came out, the women's family members blushed like steamed crabs, but most of the elegant CHILDES couldn't help but throw an tacit smile at their friends.

Taking everything into his eyes, Jiang qianxia smiled gently - that's what young people should look like. Sixteen or seventeen young girls are the age they should jump out of, but because of their identity and the environment of the summer palace, they are stunned to learn ninety-nine percent of the hypocrisy of their parents' generation.

After more than a year of college life, the students of Shihui Hall of their age have long been twisted back. They are used to their vigorous vitality. Looking at these stretched little children today, Jiang qianxia seems to have OCD. He is so interested in forcibly taking off the masks on their faces.

Some people noticed Jiang qianxia's gentleness from the inside out, but after she let boundless bring up a row of strange colored liquids, they all consciously told themselves that they must have been dazzled and wrong just now.

The notorious night fork, how can it be associated with tenderness!

"Hey, you should also see these glass cups. The reason why you use glass cups has nothing to do with identity and luxury. It's just that it's convenient for you to see how disgusting the liquid in this cup is."

Thinking of the ingredients in the cup, Jiang qianxia shivered.

"These drinks are for you to drink a glass of this thing to offset the punishment of a big adventure when you choose a big adventure and are unable or inconvenient to perform the drawn big adventure due to your own affordability."

After a pause, Jiang qianxia said seriously, "don't blame me for nothing. First remind you that although this cup of disgusting things is really good for your body, it contains bitter bitter bitter melon, tearful mustard, and some fishy, raw seafood."

"Don't underestimate the power of this cup. Anyway, I'd rather strip in public than drink it."

In fact, without Jiang qianxia's repeated explanation, only looking at the dark green and turbid appearance, most of the people present turned green.

After putting down the cup and explaining the rules of the game again, Jiang qianxia sent everyone a pen and paper with a smile and asked them to anonymously write down their sincere words, problems and punishment orders for great adventure.

After the collected notes were put into two boxes that had been checked in public without any mechanism, Jiang qianxia moved out the equipment for beating drums and passing flowers. Under the strange gaze of the people, he smiled and said, "the chairs under you have been numbered. The people who beat drums and pass flowers and get flowers will be qualified to select one person to choose whether to accept the truth or take a big risk."

"Of course, in order to increase fun, after the person selected, his friend on his left will come to the question bank to extract the corresponding questions and punishment orders."

All the people who come here choose their own seats, that is to say, most of the people who sit together are familiar and good friends, which greatly reduces the bad luck's malice to the person who gives him the questions and prevents the small bellied chicken from holding a grudge.

Needless to say, in order to play this game well, Jiang qianxia has no choice.

The preparations went well, and everyone was excited by the dramatic expectations and the sense of urgency that they were not sure whether bad luck would come to them.

After Jiang qianxia's last confirmation, the drum beating and flower passing began. The waiter of the summer palace beat the drum, and the flower passing began from Jiang qianxia's hand.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong --"

The drumming waiter is really a playful person. The drumming sound is gentle from the beginning, slowly accelerating, and finally beating like raindrops. The dense drumming seems to hit everyone's heart. The transmitted flowers are like explosives that ignite the lead wire, which are quickly thrown to the people next to them with sharp laughter.

The drum is very long. After two rounds, it suddenly stops when it is passed to the middle of the first round again.

A green skirt lady with freckles on her face held the flower ball in her seat at a loss. It is estimated that she has never been watched by so many people. Her blush is about to rise. She also wants to quietly hand the flower ball to her partner who is laughing.

"Hey, don't try to cheat. We're all watching!"

Pointing to the green skirt lady with a smile, Jiang qianxia waved her down, handed her the box containing the number and motioned her to draw the number.

She was a little nervous and trembled, but at least it was everyone. In Jiang qianxia's encouraging and urging eyes, she trembled, put her hand in, took out a note, and whispered, "yes, it's No. 57..."

Reminded by Jiang qianxia, everyone suddenly ignored the image and looked down at the low number of the chair - the number was arranged very deliberately. It didn't follow, it was random.

Of course, Jiang qianxia wronged her by saying that she had to get things ready in such a short time. Even if so many internal servants and palace maids came to help, she didn't have time to check the numbers - there were not so many literate people.

Therefore, the numbered notes were simply grabbed one by one to the chambermaids in charge of pasting. As long as they pasted the notes, they didn't care about anything else.

This also caused confusion at the scene. Everyone can't use their location to vaguely speculate what their number is. They can only scold Jiang qianxia and look nervously at the answer sitting under their ass.

After a half noise, the first unlucky guy was pushed out. He was a teenager Jiang qianxia had never seen. The Mandarin was very standard. He should be the direct son of a local senior official.

The boy moved to Jiang qianxia step by step and looked back. After bowing to her with a bitter smile, he looked at the friend sitting on his left hand, jumped down with Schadenfreude, hung his hands on the box, and waited for him to choose his truth or a big adventure.

The boy struggled. He didn't know the danger of human nature. He thought everyone was a person with status, so he chose the truth that seemed relatively harmless with the hope of ignorance.

The friend stirred in the box excitedly. After he stretched out his hand fiercely, before Jiang qianxia went to get the note, he spread it out and read: "please answer, how did you round it after you farted in front of people?"

After the question was finished, the friend smiled with his stomach in his arms. Most of the audience trembled like chaff. Jiang qianxia shook her head in tears and laughter. She really overestimated the "elegance" of these childe ladies.