Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

Wu Ziqi glanced at the bucket, then at the people in the yard, and said with a smile, "Lobsters are more troublesome to handle, so leave it to me. As for these Guihua ling, why not steam them and dip them in soy sauce and shredded ginger and scallions? They will definitely taste delicious."

[The most exquisite ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.]

【In one word, absolutely.】

As a pastoral blogger who is also good at cooking, the guests are naturally willing to cooperate with her.

Soon, the yard became busy.

Wu Ziqi was responsible for processing the crayfish, Jiang Ruoli and Tang Jiujiu helped wash the vegetables, Fang Hao was an excellent knife worker, so the task of processing the Guihualing naturally fell to him. As for Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing, they took the initiative to go to the kitchen to light the fire.

The one with the cleanest hands was Fu Yao. She was using a well to pump water for everyone. She connected the basin that had been used to hold crayfish to the bottom and scrubbed the basin clean while washing her hands.

"Sister Li, do you have any paper that can start a fire?" Han Fei asked in a hoarse voice.

Just like last time, for the sake of authenticity, the production team didn't even provide lighters, and people had to strike matches to start a fire. Han Fei was afraid of problems, so he thought of finding a ball of paper to start the fire first, but after searching around, he couldn't find anything that could start the fire.

The courtyard and the house were extremely poor. Not to mention newspapers, there wasn't even a scrap of paper.

Of course, it cannot be said that there is absolutely no such thing. There are still a few yellowed newspapers pasted on the wall, but they are used for decoration by the program team and cannot be used for burning.

Director Zhang saw this and cleared his throat. "If you want a newspaper, you can buy it with work points. One work point can be exchanged for one newspaper."

Han Fei: "So dark!? Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

Jiang Ruoli smiled and said to the director, "With Han Fei's amazing skills, there's nothing to start the fire. Aren't you afraid that he'll burn down the kitchen again?"

[Han Fei: Damn it! The memory of the dead suddenly attacks me!]

[The production team is so cruel that they even ask the guests to exchange their work points for newspapers.]

[It's over. I feel like I've fallen a little in love with Jiang Ruoli. I feel paralyzed all over when I hear her speak. Am I crazy?]

[@Upstairs, you're not crazy, you just seem a little dead. ]

Reminded by her, the director suddenly remembered something, stood up and went into the house, stuffed the half-printed newspaper in his hand into Han Fei's hand, and said, "Take this and burn it."

"Newspaper?" Han Fei looked at him warily. "Director Zhang, are you trying to force me to buy you something?"

“No work points required.”

"That's pretty much it!"

Han Fei took it doubtfully, took out a match, struck a flame, lit the newspaper and threw it into the stove.

A huge fire broke out.

The kitchen door was open.

Soon.

The steam mixed with the aroma of rice slowly drifted away.

......

evening.

In order to create a good atmosphere, the program team specially built a large table in the yard.

Farmhouse eggs, stir-fried vegetables, stir-fried eggplant with sauce, hot and sour shredded potatoes, steamed Guihua grass carp, fried willow root fish, two large pots full of spicy crayfish, and a few cans of beer donated by the program crew.

After working all day, they didn't eat much at noon. The guests were holding their bowls and chopsticks and standing at the table crying for food. Jiang Ruoli took a look and laughed a little. They looked like the children in kindergarten waiting for the teacher to distribute food.

Han Fei opened his mouth in shock, looking at the freshly baked crayfish in front of him, and couldn't wait to reach out his hand.

"Be careful!"

Jiang Ruoli had just given her instructions, but before she could finish her words, Han Fei, who was quick-handed, touched a crayfish and got burned. He quickly withdrew his hand.

"Oh my god, it's really hot!"

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Jiang Shaoqing looked at Han Fei's fingers and laughed at him, "Do you want me to blow it for you?"

Han Fei glared at him, "Are you sick?"

【Hahahaha, it’s not impossible. 】

[Am I still wondering if they are real? ]

So, did Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing actually talk?

[.....Are you tired of asking and asking? They didn't talk about me eating shit, okay?]

Followed by.

The director team announced today's work points.

Han Fei got 10 work points, Jiang Shaoqing got 10 work points, Fu Yao got 5 work points, Wu Ziqi got 3 work points, and the other guests got 0 work points.

[It's hilarious! Some people like to be lazy, and they deserve no work points.]

[The person above, why not just put the name down? Who are you being sarcastic about? Didn't you see the fish Jiang Ruoli caught or what?]

[Pfft, this is obviously scripted. Are they going to give me some extra work points? They're so supportive, aren't they afraid of hurting their backs?]

[I can't stand her anymore. She'll die if she doesn't act cool every day. She loves to slack off. She'll do anything to be famous.]

The live broadcast room was filled with noise.

Jiang Ruoli didn't take it seriously and found a place to sit down.

Fu Yao stood not far away and watched her.

Just now in the bathroom, she accidentally heard Jiang Ruoli say that she and Huo Xingzhou were just a contract couple. Although she didn't know the reason, she felt inexplicably relieved. She found an opportunity and sat down next to Huo Xingzhou.

The two best friends were chatting as if no one was around.

Fu Yao had no appetite. After sitting down, she stared at Jiang Ruoli across from her. Seeing her and Huo Xingzhou's ambiguous eyes, a strange look flashed in her eyes. "Ali, Xingzhou said you are interested in design? Which university did you graduate from? Is it a design major?"

Jiang Ruoli was suddenly called out. She glanced at the people at the table and said calmly, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I'm from the Design Department of Peking University. I was just wondering if you were my junior."

Jiang Ruoli naturally sensed the sense of superiority in her words and smiled, "Oh, I graduated from Harbin University."

"Harvard University? You're pretty impressive then!"

“No, Harbin University of Science and Technology.”

【Hahahaha.】

[Hahaha, I laughed so hard I slapped myself on the bed.]

[It makes me laugh so hard, how come this sister is always so unexpected? ]

Is Harbin Institute of Technology really that bad? Can you please stop looking down on people?

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Fu Yao looked surprised, and then she felt an inexplicable surge of joy in her heart. With such conditions, it was no wonder that Huo Xingzhou only agreed to be a fake couple with her. Compared with her, a top student who graduated from Peking University and studied abroad, she was not a match for him. Not to mention Huo Xingzhou, she was not even as good a match for Han Fei.

She curled her lips and smiled gently, "Actually, education and background are not important. As long as you have a motivated heart and work hard to improve yourself, you can become excellent."

Jiang Ruoli didn't like to hear this.

effort?

She doesn't want to work hard.

You think that giving up is a waste of life, but you are just enjoying death. What you are wasting is not time, but the love for life.

Jiang Ruoli looked at Fu Yao and said word by word, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'When you reach the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise?'"

"what?"

Tang Jiujiu said from the side: "A little-known fact: the abbreviation for working is SB! As long as you enjoy wasting time, you haven't wasted time."