Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 882 Changing Ingredients

Thumbelina touched her fair and firm face, her eyes shifting back and forth between the normal food in the pot and Yu Shijiu and the others. The faint clarity in her eyes seemed to have increased a little.

Soon, Anjie and Xu Han's backs stiffened.

Both of them heard footsteps approaching from the cave behind them, getting closer and closer.

Sure enough, after about a minute, the two subconsciously turned around and saw the old field mouse's hunched figure leaning on a cane appear in the burrow.

In the dim, flickering candlelight, the old field mouse's wrinkled face, adorned with reading glasses, came into view.

"Ok?"

The old field mouse seemed somewhat surprised, its small eyes behind its glasses fixed on An Jie and Xu Han at the entrance of the main room, and asked in a hoarse, displeased voice:

"What are you all doing blocking the doorway? Is lunch ready?"

Xu Han felt a chill run down his spine as it stared at him. Just as he was about to bite the bullet and try to stall for time, An Jie spoke first.

"We're wiping the dust off the door."

Anjie lied without batting an eye, replying, "Grandma Field Mouse, look how thick the dust is by the door."

As she spoke, Anjie held out the rag she had just grabbed from the cupboard toward the old field mouse.

The old field mouse's gaze fell on the dirty rag. It twitched its lips with a half-smile, and it was unclear whether it believed it or not.

"Is that right?"

The old field mouse casually replied, then walked towards the gap between the two and squeezed in.

Xu Han and An Jie: "..."

Neither of them stopped them.

After entering the main room, the old field mouse first squinted its little eyes and inhaled the aroma that filled the air before opening its eyes to look at Chen Yi, who was stirring the pot.

"Oh? Lunch has been prepared by someone else?"

The old field mouse's voice was unreadable.

He Lingling, who was in the corner, immediately smiled and quickly responded to the old field mouse's question:

"Yes, Grandma Field Mouse, we wanted to try our skills, and Thumbelina agreed."

As she spoke, she tugged at Thumbelina's hand, "Thumbelina, don't you think so?"

Thumbelina froze, and under the old field mouse's gaze, slowly nodded.

The old field mouse's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the thickening, wheat-scented paste in the pot.

Its nose twitched; it felt that the "porridge" being cooked in this pot tasted somewhat different from what it usually smelled.

The old field mouse frowned almost imperceptibly, and made a low gurgling sound in its throat, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied. However, it looked left and right but couldn't find any obvious faults—after all, the food in the pot also looked like "paste," not much different from breakfast.

"...Hurry up."

The old field mouse finally gave a hoarse urging, then leaned on his cane, walked to the chair next to the low table, sat down, closed his eyes as if to rest, but the invisible sense of terror still enveloped the entire main room.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yi quickened the stirring speed, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He had to cook the paste until it was cooked through and emitted a more enticing aroma, while ensuring it looked...not so "delicious" as to arouse the old field mouse's deeper suspicion.

A few minutes later, Chen Yi's carefully prepared "lunch" was finally ready.

Chen Yi served a pot of plain-looking, even bland, "porridge" into several rough wooden bowls.

Yu Shijiu was particularly attentive as he carried a wooden bowl full of "porridge" to the old field mouse who was resting with his eyes closed on the chair.

"Grandma Field Mouse~"

Yu Shijiu obediently squatted down next to the old field mouse, stirred the "porridge" in the bowl with a spoon, and called out to the old field mouse.

Anjie and the others looked at Yu Shijiu with some surprise.

Is Shi Jiu... striking first?

He Lingling, however, seemed to have noticed something and glanced at Yu Shijiu's profile with a complicated expression.

When the bowl of normal porridge, which still smelled of the food, was placed in front of the old field mouse, it suddenly opened its eyes at Yu Shijiu's shout, staring intently at the contents of the bowl, its nostrils twitching a few times.

The air in the entire main room seemed to freeze.

Anjie and the others instinctively held their breath.

Will the old field mouse eat it?

Do old field mice get angry?

Can an old field mouse taste the difference?

The group was filled with apprehension, and Xu Han's chest was pounding so hard it felt uncomfortable.

Please, please, eat up, just please don't taste any difference!

Xu Han prayed silently in his heart, feeling anguish.

————Live Streaming Plaza

On the poker league's betting screens, countless eyes were also glued to this scene.

Lu Chusheng frowned, and Feifei finally sensed its master's tension, so it stopped rubbing against him and quietly lay on his lap.

In the suffocating silence, on the screen, the old field mouse slowly extended its paw and picked up the wooden spoon under Yu Shijiu's "eager" gaze.

It scooped up a spoonful of paste, but instead of immediately putting it in its mouth, it held it under its nose and took a deep, deep breath.

In those small, black eyes hidden behind the reading glasses, a complex and difficult-to-decipher light flashed for a moment—there was doubt, scrutiny, and a hint of… a chilling anger.