Looking at the third bowl of egg-fried rice on the table, everyone fell silent.
"Bowls of egg-fried rice keep arriving one after another. Something is very wrong."
Liu Qi watched the waiter slowly push the cart away. Clearly, this waiter, like the previous one, had been affected by the supernatural. He was only responsible for delivering food and had no idea what he was doing.
Even if they stopped him, they would not get any answers.
"Ghost behavior is difficult to understand. Maybe this is just a meaningless action with no significance," Miao Xiaoshan broke the silence and said.
Wang Shanshan shook her head. "Impossible. Every action a ghost takes follows some kind of pattern. They do not do meaningless things. The only meaningless behavior might be wandering around aimlessly. The ghost is continuously influencing waiters to bring us egg-fried rice. We simply do not understand the meaning behind it yet."
"But I know this is definitely not a good thing."
"The fried rice is normal. There's nothing unusual about it." Yang Jian reached out and touched the steaming egg-fried rice but found nothing wrong.
Then he turned to look at Zhang Wei beside him.
"Brother Leg, why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Wei asked in confusion.
Yang Jian said, "Do you remember what you said when the first waiter brought the egg-fried rice?"
Zhang Wei thought for a moment. "I didn't say anything."
"You did. You told the waiter that one bowl of egg-fried rice wasn't enough, and asked him to bring a few more bowls—one for each person." Yang Jian's memory was not bad. He had noticed that detail.
"I think I did say that, maybe. I'm not sure." Zhang Wei scratched his head. After all, who remembered something they had said casually?
Liu Qi