After a few short disputes, the people in the Morin camp quickly decided the next two people to step on the yellow mark: first black-skinned woman, then the housewife. Whether they are escaping or being wary, they have not taken into account the people on the side of Lin Sanjiu.
The owners of several villas around Lin Sanjiu couldn't hide their urgency; especially the teenager who had only one chicken in the dish, it always seemed to be talking.
"Sister, if we change the skewers, beef ribs, lamb legs and chicken intestines into 1, 2, 3, and 4 according to the order introduced by the chef at the beginning, is it clear?" A few people around me, the voice is very low.
No, it's not clear at all.
Lin San wine pouted, looking at the black skin woman on the yellow plate sign, stepping the hard board into the sand. She already has two chicken sausages and a beef ribs in the plate, and now I am waiting for the next chicken sausage guaranteed by Mori.
"This activity is really embarrassing." The gift bag sighed softly and slowly explained: "No matter what kind of meat, listening to our ears, it is all food. Although they are different in kind, they are not fundamentally different... So once people focus on 'meat', it's hard to draw their thoughts out. And the whole beach barbecue has specially designed the meat as the focus of our concern."
Isn't meat a key point?
When she was puzzled, the chef just raised his head and smiled at the black skin woman: "Baked!"
Black-skinned women don't even mean a little laugh—because there is a piece of beef ribs on the grill.
"Sister," the gift whispered to Lin Sanjiu. "Don't think about what meat it is, you have to think about it, this time it is 2."
"You are not saying that this is definitely a chicken intestine?" She turned back and screamed and asked, and she handed the plate to the chef: "Do you find the law in the end, or are you cheating?" ”
"Hey," the sound of something falling into the sand interrupted her. The eyes of everyone fell on the grilled beef ribs that quickly disappeared from the sand.
The chef put down the shovel and bent down to take a piece of barbecue, explaining: "No one is leading, this piece is thrown."
The black-skinned woman looked blank and seemed to suddenly understand his words. After half a second, she looked down at her feet. "What are you talking about," she said, jerking her head. "I clearly stepped on the sign -"
"What is going on?" The housewife quickly walked up a few steps, as if the whole person was awake, "Did you not step on it?"
The dark-skinned woman pierced her face with her gaze.
"I will try it," the housewife reached out and pushed the black-skinned woman down. "You have already passed this round."
A "squeaky" sound, accompanied by a fine shadow, yanked from the shoulders of the black-skinned woman and swept over the housewife's face - the housewife hurriedly leaned back and almost did not stand still under the feet; The thin shadows were taken back in the blink of an eye, re-circling the black-skinned woman's arm and turning into a flower snake armband.
“Less moving the foot,” she sneered, stroking her own flower snake arm. The armband suddenly came alive, and the snake head raised toward her finger, little by little in the air. "This is not a special item, it is a pet I have."
The housewife still squinted at her with both eyes, as if she didn't know the jealousy, and she didn't realize the emotions of others. She said bluntly: "...you go down, it's my turn."
"This round is not a leg of lamb," said Jishan Qingchong, the housewife. "It is useless to fight with her."
The dark-skinned woman glanced at him and thought about it. He snorted at the housewife and turned away. She did not return to the Morin camp, hesitated for a moment, but stood in the middle of the two camps.
Sen Ping seems to be completely unaware. He looked like he was flushed and his brows were tight. He seemed to think about it and couldn't understand why this round of barbecue was different from what he expected.
"Baked,"
The next moment after the housewife set foot on the yellow plate sign, the chef announced: "It's a skewer."
"Meat skewers? How could it be a skewer?" Mori Ping almost jumped up and just shouted a half sentence. I saw the chef shovel and the kebab fell into the sand.
"Nobody leads, throw it." He looked at the "this thing is normal".
The housewife suddenly pointed out the octave sound and even shocked everyone around her.
"How could anyone lead? I just plainly slammed this sign!" she asked, screaming, stepping back, lifting her foot and pointing at the yellow plate underneath the flag: "Look Look, is it under my feet?"
"It is true that you have stepped on it," Ji Shanqing said slowly. "But what you didn't understand is that the beach barbecue is now in its second stage."
"What do you mean?" The housewife brushed his head and turned his head.
"From the information I collected, I have already discovered that this beach barbecue activity still hides the second stage - that is, Sen Ping inspired. When someone claims that they have discovered the law of meat, they must step on the yellow. At the same time as the plate logo, guess the meat pieces that are about to appear, so that you can get the barbecue."
"What?" Someone immediately snorted. "You pull it, how is this fucking?"
Lin San wine looked at the gift bag with great admiration. This guy can really talk nonsense... If it weren't for her hands and feet, it would be estimated that he would be fooled by him.
"If you don't believe it, let me demonstrate it." Jishan Qingchao's fifteen-year-old boy nodded and motioned to stand on the yellow sign, and smiled at Sen Ping: "You guess what this piece is." ?"
Mori Ping clenched his mouth and couldn't say anything.
The teenager stepped on the yellow plate sign and bent over to look at the grill.
"I guess it is a leg of lamb." Ji Shanqing said faintly.
"Baked!"
After a while, the chef took a piece of meat from the grill and handed it into the juvenile's plate—not a leg of lamb, but a chicken intestine.
"Are you not guessing wrong? You are still convinced."
“Hey?” Someone immediately questioned, “Is this not a leg of a lamb? You are not saying that you can get it if you guessed it?”
Jishan Qingyi blinked his eyes, and in the dawn of a pair of waters, there was more innocent look than anyone else. "Yeah, I guessed it wrong," he pointed to himself. "But the person who wants to take the meat is not me."
"Yes, I just told the chef, I guess it is chicken sausage." The boy turned his head and held two chickens in the plate that rolled up and rolled carefully, and carefully retreated to Lin Sanjiu, "...so I only got it. Do not believe, you ask him."
The chef nodded and confirmed: "He just whispered to me and said the chicken sausage."
Everyone looked at each other and there was no snoring for a moment.
"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Ji Shanqing stepped away from the yellow plate sign and couldn't stop the plan: "Come, come, please."
Before Green grabbed someone else, he stepped up and stepped back. Chong Shunping shouted: "Hey, have you already cracked the rules? You also said it is very simple. So what is this round of barbecue?"
Mori Ping did not see anyone, just lowered his eyes, could not help but whisper in his mouth, do not know what to calculate - a few cold sweat on his forehead, but in the fire of the barbecue can see clearly.
Seeing him quietly, Green twisted his head and simply said one to the chef: "Then... the meat skewers!"
The crowd watched as the leg of the leg quickly became shaped on the grill, and was thrown into the sand by the chef.
... Even Senping, there is no doubt now. Obviously, from now on, don't guess the type of barbecue, even if you step on the logo, it doesn't work. The atmosphere suddenly became a bit heavy – and the chef was waiting for no one; while the crowd was still surprised and still confused, the next piece of meat was placed on the grill.
"You can really do this,"
Lin Sanjiu passed the tactics of the gift bag in his heart. At this moment, he also wanted to understand his intentions and could not help but sigh.
After destroying Morin's "predictive power", the Morin League has been faltering, but this does not mean that members of the group are willing to help Lin San. Their beliefs were poked by the package, and they were proved to have made mistakes one after another, and they had to look at their opponents to point themselves to them - no one would have a bit of a heart.
People are so strange, no matter how far they have evolved, they can't be "rational people" in economics. There are a large number of people in the Morin camp. If they are determined not to let Lin Sanjiu and others stand up, I am afraid that there are few ways for them to deal with them. But after Ji Sanqing's remarks, everything Different.
To say that the biggest focus of the whole event was "competition for the yellow plate sign", then the focus now becomes "How can I guess the next piece of meat"? Guess the next piece of meat? Had to kneel down and wipe his shoes.
"Thanks to my sister's consciousness so fast," the gift bag also whispered a word, "No matter how it is removed, no one can find it."
"That's what you analyzed right." Lin Sanji touched his head.
A few minutes ago, when she took the barbecue and left, she quietly covered a layer of consciousness on the yellow plate. Consciousness is laid out on average, and one foot is stepped on, which is no different from the touch of the logo itself, but it separates the person from the sign. After all, if the body is covered by consciousness, the foreign things can only fall. In terms of consciousness; in turn, isn't human being stepping on the sign?
I heard my sister boast that Ji Shanqing's cheeks had a faint light red. He was about to talk, and when he looked up, he found that Cran had taken up the leg of his leg and slammed it down - he hurriedly turned back and said to Mr. Ito: "Skewer!"
Mr. Ito hesitated and quickly bite a piece of meat.
"Wait, what are you rushing to stimulate the effect?" Li Yu, a little fat man, was a little bit stunned, his eyes turning around on both sides. "What is the next piece, who knows..."
"Baked," the cook shoveled, and a leg of lamb fell into the sand: "No one is leading, I am white roasted!"
Just waiting for the taller and the housewife to make up the leg of the lamb, I couldn't help but make a noise. It was like a monk who had a knife.
According to the package, the leg of the leg is not a leg of a lamb, but a number three. But at the moment there is a three and what it means, Lin Sanjiu still can't understand.
When the leg of the leg was eaten, there was a skewer of meat. Mr. Ito's lips were wiped down along the pole, and the pole was suddenly empty—he swallowed the meat and slammed it, almost shutting it off; at that end, Cranton lived. The action.
"Come on," the chef greeted him. "In the next ten pieces of meat that should appear, you have to choose a kind of meat to throw away."
"My luck is so good," the gift bag whispered.
No one would doubt that the answer from Mr. Ito's mouth is the will of Ji Shanqing. He chose to throw away 2, which is the beef ribs; I saw the chef bent over and took three pieces of meat out of the bag, and lost it in the sand, disappeared.
This means that in the next 10 repeated numbers, 2 appeared three times... Lin San wine seems to have touched the edge of something.
"You are going to say, what kind of meat will the next piece be?" Someone in the Mori Ping camp urged Jishan Qingdao.
Ji Shanqing smiled slightly, picked up his arm and said nothing.
Soon, everyone in the Morin camp knew why he was this attitude - because this one is also a leg of lamb. For the people on the side of Lin Sanjiu, it is completely waste. No one uses it. Come on.
"Sister," he pulled Lin San wine unhurriedly and separated everyone from the sign. "We are waiting for the skewers now."
... Sure enough, there is another kebab in the Lin San wine plate.
She can only leave the last skewer and leave safely.
"As you said, you can naturally go out smoothly." Ji Shanqing walked down the sign and signaled that Cran continued to eat his leg. "Let me confirm, I do know the law."
For everyone, now they have few options. Obviously, without the guidance of Ji Shanqing, the signs on the station can not get the barbecue; now they can do either with Ji Shanqing and others, or mutual benefit - there is no life and death on both sides. What to choose, naturally clear.
Next, everything went so badly surprised.
Under the arrangement of the package, Mr. Ito whispered a whisper with the chef, and immediately got the chicken intestines, and got together a pair; Kran just inspired a "decision what kind of meat should appear next" The effect - the gift package did not hesitate to decide, to come back to a chicken intestines, and sent the man with a gray face.
To say that he got the chicken sausage is not strange, then the next round is surprising. The people in the Morin camp camped for two rounds. I didn't expect the next round, Ji Shanqing actually sent the boy back, and the boy actually got his third chicken sausage smoothly.
Facing the eyes of everyone, the package said lazily: "You send a person who has a leg of lamb, and the next round is a leg of lamb."
Ge and the young woman almost saw the blood, and finally they won the opportunity by the taller brother, and they got a leg of lamb.
This time, everyone in the Morin camp was completely convinced of Ji Shanqing – but it was because he was convinced that he really knew the law, so when he went to the barbecue in the next round, the talents would He stopped.
"I'm sorry," the black-skinned woman looked like she didn't apologize. "If you have the barbecue now, you can't go any further. We can't do anything anymore. You have to wait, at least you have to put your guessing method." Tell us that you know again..."
“The first person who got the barbecue appeared!” The chef screamed, and everyone called everyone a change – “Congratulations to the owner of Villa F05, the first person to get the barbecue!”
Lin Sanjiu carried a plate filled with four kebabs, and once again, he greeted eleven pairs of eyes including a gift bag. Everyone looks or blue or white, as if it is a reaction, but what happened now.
"That," she scratched her head a bit unscrupulously. "It's like this, I... I am the villa owner. I am not a humanoid special item..."
Ji Shanqing stood in the middle of the crowd and looked at his head. "I am, I am sorry."
Chapter end
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