Chapter 42: Can You Help Me Find Someone? (2)

“Do you want to eat? Ye Sui suddenly interrupted everyone and smoothly let the program flow returns to the theme from the embedded advertisement.

Song Bai and Wen Xiang nodded. Gao Yue also slowly raised his eyes and looked at Ye Sui. His eyes were complicated, and he did not speak.

Ye Sui smiled calmly: “I will do it.”

Chef Gu Zhao: “You will also decide tomorrow’s dishes?”

Several guests laughed and laughed, but Pei Ning couldn’t get in at all. All the people around her this big scene did not appear.

[Ha, ha, ha, ha, these guests are Ye Sui’s fans of her culinary skills. Am I the only one who knows this variety because of Ye Sui’s facial expression?]

[+1 You are not alone. I came to see the goddess Pei Ning, but I didn’t expect to sucked into with Ye Sui’s talent.]

[The program group look here! I hope you can invite Chang Ying to come over next time and I want to see a havoc scene.The director will arrange it quickly.]

[Chang Ying is filming recently. Don’t bring her out again. How many times do you want her to be blackened? Leave Chang Ying; Ye Sui is independent and beautiful, thank you! ]

Pei Ning, a first-line star with such a high price, was too mediocre on a variety show to be able to attract more netizens than Ye Sui’s expression package.

Pei Ning watched Ye Sui get up and busy in the kitchen, while everyone was here, Ye Sui seemed to be the backbone here.

Pei Ning, a first-line star, stood by the kitchen for a while, but no one came to ask her, seemed like she refused for people to go away with her big star aura.

Pei Ning bit her teeth and could only ask Ye Sui hatredly to see if there was anything she could do.

Ye Sui asked which she could do: “cut vegetables, stir-fry, cook vegetables …”

Pei Ning shook her head. She never did anything with her own hands except work, because everything was taken care of by someone. Ye Sui called Song Bai over and asked her to teach Pei Ning.

Pei Ning saw Song Bai, a teenager with a face of muddled knowledge**, and felt that Ye Sui was deliberately humiliating her; she could only learn from the goofy little girl with resignation.

(E/N: not much knowledge b/c she’s young. She thinks that Song Bai is young, henceforth not too knowledgeable. So she thinks YeSui is humiliating her by having someone younger and “less knowledgeable” teach her)

When everyone was busy, Ye Sui looked casually at the living room and caught sight of the food stamps ghost. The food stamp ghost grinned, holding some beautiful candy wrappers.

Ye Sui silently walked to the tea table and took advantage of the public’s inattention to take the few pieces of candy paper in his pocket.

But before she put it away, netizens had already discovered something strange.

“Did I see something on the tea table just now? The camera disappeared once again.”

“You are not wrong, and those things were just taken away by Ye Sui. Ye Sui, you are so calm, don’t you feel surprised? Does she often meet paranormal?]

[The trend has suddenly become strange. It must be food, paranormal, and show.]

The program group’s miraculous scenes began to spread online. In the netizen’s embellishment, in the end, the spread became more and more fantastic, and Ye Sui has become a spiritual body.

Of course, this was only the guess of netizens so far, and many people do not believe it.

After Ye Sui recorded the program, she got in the car and went home. Xiao Liu was driving in front while Ye Sui rested with her eyes closed on the back seat of the vehicle.

Ye Sui was too tired to sleep in a daze. She didn’t know how long she slept till Xiao Liu woke her up: “Suisui, home.”

Ye Sui opened her eyes, pulled open the door, and got out of the car. Xiao Liu went to the trunk and was ready to take things. At this moment, Xiao Liu’s confused voice suddenly sounded at the back: “Why is there a can of malted milk here?”

Malted milk???

Ye Sui instantly awake, ‘Is that food stamp ghost here? Did she go home with her? While Ye Sui still stunned, Xiao Liu took the malt extract and walked up to her. “Suisui, is this yours?”

Ye Sui couldn’t say there was a ghost attached to this malted milk; she said stiffly: “… sort of.”

“This thing is still sold, Ye Sui, where did you buy it? Is it delicious?”

Ye Sui looked at Xiao Liu with a puzzled face: “…” Shit, Xiao Liu’s curiosity has always been so strong.

Xiao Liu stopped talking and thrust the malted milk into Ye Sui’s arms: “Take it, I’ll go first.” Ye Sui held the malted milk without warning and stuck it tightly to it.

Xiao Liu slipped onto the car and left, leaving Ye Sui with a blank expression.

Ye Sui hurriedly put the malted milk on the side of the road, and she picked up the bag and walked quickly forward. She said silently in her heart, don’t find me, don’t see me.

However, Ye Sui’s painstaking prayer did not affect.

[ Da da da—]

Ye Sui suddenly heard something rolling behind her. There seemed to be something gently brushing across the ground, making a clear frictional sound.

Ye Sui hair all stood up, looking at the malted milk rolling on the ground, toward her direction. Seeing Ye Sui had stopped, the malted milk also stopped from moving.

Ahhh! This strange scene directly hit Ye Sui’s eye. Ye Sui did not dare to look at it again. She continued to walk briskly forward and did not dare to imagine the picture behind.

Ye Sui went up the steps. At this moment, she heard another sound.

Da da da—

Ye Sui couldn’t help looking back. The malted milk was jumping up and up to every other step with a “Da” sound, till it firmly landed on the front step.

Then, the malted milk repeated these actions and climbed several steps. It was determined to keep up at Ye Sui.

Ye sui felt her eyes hit again. She rushed up the elevator like a fly and pressed the key quickly. She stared at the elevator door and saw it was going to close soon.

The next second, a black shadow could flash in from the crack of the elevator door. The moment the black shadow came in, the elevator door closed.

Ye Suii’s heart sank utterly.

At this time, a black shadow slowly emerged from the box of malted milk. She was fragile and wearing clothes that were highly old fashioned. She was the food stamp ghost.

The food stamp ghost looked at Ye Sui, as if afraid to frighten Ye Sui. She did not move forward. Her eyes were cried out, she whispered.

“Can you help me find someone?”

End of Chapter