Siheyuan: I Grow Stronger by Conquering Qin Huairu

Nonsense, how dare you write a book?

How did you complete the first task? Did you get five marriage certificates or admit it in public?

This book is written in a disjointed and incomplete manner.

What does "playing friends" mean? This term doesn't exist in Beijing.

Subtle influence—who knows what that means? With this kind of cultural background, Yi Zhonghai would at least be a county party secretary.

The taste is fine, what's so special about it? Are we living two thousand years in the future? Where would any special features come from? Apart from a few restaurants, everything else tastes pretty much the same. Forget about the eight major cuisines; they're practically nonexistent, and even if they were, it's impossible to find food that suits everyone.

Qin Huairu started working in the 1960s, and the protagonist could simply pay for his bicycle. Meals weren't rationed, and the Lou family even owned a private restaurant.

It's written like an idiot's, I can't read it.

Does a strange rule-based narrative necessarily require an audience? Could you please just gloss over this? Those gauze pads are really disgusting to the audience.

Why does the rule for the first ghost story look so awkward? Would it be much better if you removed one or two words?