Variety shows are crazy but don't cause internal conflict; I'm proud to drive others crazy

Chapter 186 No way, you're eating Haidilao hot pot in Ailao Mountain?

Jiang Nanxi suddenly saw the eye, her expression didn't change, but a scream came from inside.

Immediately afterwards, the lights in the room came on, and a familiar voice came from inside.

"Bane, what's going on?"

The person by the window replied, "Mr. Cheng, there are several dark shadows floating around outside, and an eye is staring through the crack in the window. I feel... I feel like it's a long-haired female ghost!"
It's dark outside. Are the wronged spirits of those who died tragically in the chieftain's mansion coming out to haunt us?

Cheng Qiaozhi glanced out the window and could clearly see someone outside holding a flashlight. "What vengeful spirit? That's a person! Don't scare yourself like this!"

There were exactly four people outside, and their shadows showed three men and one woman, all carrying backpacks.

Cheng Qiaozhi vaguely guessed the identities of the people outside, and looked somewhat puzzled. "They got in so quickly? Didn't the guardian grass attack them?"

He muttered something to himself, then turned around and closed the tunnel entrance on a stone bed next to him, covering the entrance with a piece of dry grass.

Bang.

Someone kicked the door open from outside.

As soon as Jiang Nanxi entered, she saw several familiar faces in the room.

Besides George Cheng, Delong and Bain were also here, along with two Feng Shui masters from the Cheng family.

Jiang Nanxi's gaze fell on Cheng Qiaozhi, and she looked him up and down. "What a coincidence, we meet again. I thought you were taken to the hospital by the rescue team."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiaozhi thought of what had happened to the Saba tribe, and his face turned ashen, as if he had swallowed a fly.

Being brutally beaten by Jiang Nanxi and then carried away was an utter disgrace to him!
He is the heir of Chinatown in the United States, the grandson of the Feng Shui King of Hong Kong. No one has ever dared to speak disrespectfully to him, let alone lay a hand on him!
"Mr. Cheng, please have something to eat first."

An elderly man's voice came from the side, and he handed Cheng Qiaozhi a self-heating hot pot.

"It's not easy to bring food into the mountains, so we only have these instant food products. Please make do with them for now, Mr. Cheng."

"Ah."

Cheng Qiaozhi's mood improved a little when he saw the self-heating hot pot. "Make it for me."

Although the show stipulated that contestants could only bring one prop, it didn't say that they couldn't run into acquaintances in the mountains.

These things were all obtained by his subordinates; they had nothing to do with him, and he didn't break any rules!
Last time Jiang Nanxi and the others ate barbecue, he was so hungry for it, and this time he's going to make them so hungry for it too!

After the self-heating hot pot was cooked, Cheng Qiaozhi deliberately carried it to Jiang Nanxi and the others.

"smell good."

Lu Jiaqi watched Cheng Qiaozhi swallow hard, then couldn't help but ask, "Nanxi, what are we having for dinner tonight? We had sticky rice at the Saba ethnic group's for lunch, but we've been walking for a long time this afternoon, and I'm starving!"

They didn't carry much food, and they didn't hunt when they went up the mountain, but when he was about to give up climbing, Jiang Nanxi promised him that she would take him out for a good meal when they got there!
Right now, he was so hungry that his stomach was practically sticking to his belly, and Cheng Qiaozhi was shamelessly eating self-heating hot pot right in front of him. He could feel his stomach growling!
"Let's eat tonight..."

Actually, Jiang Nanxi hadn't decided what to eat, but seeing Cheng Qiaozhi eating self-heating hot pot made her want to eat hot pot too.

"Let's eat Haidilao tonight!" *Pfft...!*

Cheng Qiaozhi laughed without any politeness, "Where would you find Haidilao to eat in this deep mountain forest? Or are you planning to give up the challenge and leave now to eat Haidilao outside?"

Jiang Nanxi glanced at the room. "Let's eat here. This room is quite big. We can set up a big table and have hot pot for four... oh no, five people?"

And there's Sang Yu too.

The four of them were in the room, while Sang Yu squatted on the steps outside the door, looking at the dark night. He hadn't come in when they called him to.

Cheng Qiaozhi frowned. "Does your storage space contain a hot pot and hot pot ingredients?"

Seriously, can this woman stop being so outrageous? What kind of Xuan Master doesn't store weapons in their storage space, instead of all this random food and cooking equipment?
The storage bag is only so big; sometimes it's not even enough to hold magical weapons, talisman array plates, and other such things!
Cheng Qiaozhi has Chinese-style storage bags, as well as the latest storage devices developed by the M Country's Superpower Bureau, but the space of these things is not very large. The largest space he knows of is only ten cubic meters.

The storage devices he and his subordinates possessed had a maximum capacity of only three cubic meters.

In his view, with such limited space resources, one should store more life-saving weapons and magical artifacts when going out, rather than wasting most of the space on food!

But what he didn't know was that Jiang Nanxi possessed a divine artifact, an artifact that also housed a divine beast. The storage space inside this thing was the size of several basketball courts!

What's a few things here? She could easily fit a tank inside!
However, this time, Jiang Nanxi said, "I don't have a hot pot or any hot pot ingredients in my space. Before recording the show, I didn't expect that I would want to eat it so much."

She was indeed captivated by the aroma of the self-heating hot pot.

But what's the point of eating self-heating hot pot?

If you're going to eat, eat the proper stuff!
Eat where the service is good!
Jiang Nanxi glanced at the self-heating hot pot in Cheng Qiaozhi's hand. "Wait here, I'll call Haidilao right now and have them deliver it."

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Cheng Qiaozhi looked at him like he was crazy. "Are you out of your mind? This is the Tusi Mansion in Ailao Mountain, not your home in a big city. How are you going to get Haidilao to deliver to you? Don't make things difficult for their staff!"

"Why can't it be delivered? I can order online first and have a ride-hailing service pick it up, right?"

Where did you get your plane?

Cheng Qiaozhi's eyes grew increasingly disdainful. "With your skills, do you think you can afford a helicopter? Even if you did, there's nowhere to park it near this chieftain's residence! Stop spouting nonsense!"

After Cheng Qiaozhi finished speaking, he took a bite of the beef in the self-heating hot pot. "You're just craving my self-heating hot pot, but you're too embarrassed to ask me for some. How about this, you kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, and I can have my people send you a box of beef self-heating hot pot to try."

Jiang Nanxi chuckled, "Who cares about fast food? If you kneel down and beg me, I might give you a chance to sit on the table later."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Nanxi put the small grass from her pocket onto the rooster's back, and the grass transformed into a palm-sized grass figure sitting on the rooster's back.

Jiang Nanxi said to Humencao, "I remember you have a cell phone, right? I'll send you the location of a Haidilao restaurant, and Aotian can take you there to pick up your food. If you encounter any problems along the way, just call me."

"I know Haidilao! I know Haidilao! I've seen it on videos! Do the servers there know how to make noodles and sing 'Happy Birthday'? Could you sing one for me?" the doorkeeper exclaimed excitedly.

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