Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

【Forehead......】

【Friend: It’s okay, just relax.】

Han Fei: How about this, you treat me as dead?

The little baby in the house heard the sound and ran out with his short legs. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.

She curled her lips and accidentally fell into the haystack next to her while trying to pick up the steamed buns.

Han Fei was startled.

He took a few steps with his long legs and reached the haystack, then squatted down to rescue her.

The little girl's butt was sticking out, her legs flailing outside, but no matter how hard she struggled she couldn't stand up, her arms and legs waving weakly.

Han Fei grabbed her with his big hand and lifted her up.

Because the haystack was a little dirty, the little girl rubbed her face in it, making it dirty. Now she was standing in front of Han Fei, staring at the steamed buns on the ground, pouting, and not saying a word.

"Wowotou..." She was a little sad.

She and her grandmother had steamed them together in the morning, and they all fell to the ground.

It's dirty.

Can't eat anymore.

"Why are you like a little cat?" Han Fei patted the straw on her body and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The little girl didn't answer, but squatted down and picked up the steamed buns on the ground.

Han Fei naturally lowered his eyes.

He suddenly realized that the child was dressed lightly. Although it was early spring, he was wearing short sleeves and pants. Even the sneakers on his feet were a little cracked, as if they had been worn for several years.

Strange... so pitiful.

Han Fei suddenly remembered what Director Zhang said, that there are some left-behind children in Hongxing Village whose family conditions are not very good, and their living standards are even worse than those in the 1980s.

His brain felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, and then he squatted down and helped her pick up all the steamed buns on the ground.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all puzzled.

Is this also a script?

[It's really depressing. The rich second generation really don't understand the sufferings of the world. ]

Han Fei has never experienced rural life, and to be honest, his empathy is very poor.

Just now I wanted to stuff the dung ball in my hand directly into Han Fei's mouth, but now I suddenly feel that I should observe it for a while.

[I predict that Han Fei will quit the program tomorrow.]

After picking up all the steamed buns, the little girl seemed to come back to her senses. She raised her head, stared at Han Fei, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, brother."

Han Fei had no brothers or sisters, not even cousins. When he heard this, it was like an electric current running up from his toes, making his whole body numb.

He grinned, "I'm sorry, brother didn't mean to knock over the table and dirty the breakfast you prepared."

The little girl lowered her head, as if she was thinking about a problem seriously.

Suddenly, she looked up and said, "If you knock over the table, your work points will be deducted."

what?

Deduction of work points?

Han Fei felt that the little girl who had been quite cute just now was not cute at all now.

"Um..." He squatted down and asked softly, "Brother didn't mean to do this, but you still have to deduct it."

"Yes."

"Do you like White Rabbit candy? I'll bring it to you next time, okay?"

"not good."

"Then I'll help you clean it up, and I won't deduct your work points, okay?"

"No."

Ok.

He is truly impartial.

[Hahaha, let's see what Han Fei can do to coax this serious little brat.]

[I can’t say for sure, this kid is a little too serious.]

He must be wondering how this little brat could be so difficult to deal with.

[Will Han Fei be the first guest to have work points deducted?]

[I don't know, go to Fang Hao's live broadcast room and take a look.]

At this time, Fang Hao was standing in the corner of the yard, holding the chicken head in his left hand and a sharp kitchen knife in his right hand. He quickly cut the blood vessels in the chicken's neck and then put the dripping chicken blood into a prepared small bowl.

The audience in the live broadcast room was silent.

[Is this...killing chickens?]

【I suspect I entered the wrong live broadcast room. 】

[@Sister above, you read that correctly. The villagers were preparing to kill chickens, and Fang Hao was just helping.]

[This neat technique is indeed that of a forensic expert who is feared by everyone.]

[Let me make a bold guess...]

Fang Hao threw the bled chicken into the hot water bucket beside him, found a clean basin to wash his hands, and then sat silently at the table, slowly and leisurely eating his breakfast.

Corn paste, steamed buns, and a piece of fermented tofu in a small plate.

Farmer Zhou Qin squatted quietly by the side, plucking the chicken feathers carefully, and looked up at him from time to time.

But Fang Hao was surprisingly quiet.

Not even a single extra word.

"Why isn't this the breakfast our Jiujiu likes?"

The cameraman who was filming the scene looked at Fang Hao and noticed that he was staring at the seat opposite. He felt uneasy and said quickly, "According to the program team's arrangement, each guest has a different breakfast."

"Oh? Jiujiu is a picky eater, so don't let her go hungry."

His hoarse voice sounded somewhat displeased.

The cameraman nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the audience in the live broadcast room looked at Fang Hao and put a steamed bun in the empty bowl opposite.

"Come on, eat, baby."

[I told you that getting up early is bad for your health. Oh no, it’s bad for your brain, too.]

【Please check this guy's mental state, thank you! 】

[This is so funny. There isn't a single normal person on this show, right?]

[Who still remembers the first season of the show? It was a flop, but at least the cast was all normal.]

【Those who come to this show, don’t even think about leaving normally.】

[Forget it, let's go see Sister Rouruo together.]

Jiang Ruoli's live broadcast room.

As soon as the live broadcast was switched back on, the audience couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

In the huge yard, there is a cherry tree with a simple and tall trunk. Its branches are like an elegant scroll, stretching in all directions and supporting a whole sea of ​​pink flowers.

When the breeze blows, the petals fall down, making people feel as if they are in a pink dreamland.

Jiang Ruoli leaned on a lounge chair to bask in the sun, with her face half covered by a palm-leaf fan, looking very comfortable.

"Teacher Jiang, it's great to work with you." The cameraman next to him set up his camera on the table, chewing on a large chicken drumstick with a smile, and said, "I would like to continue working with you next time."

"next time?"

Jiang Ruoli turned her head to look at him, a sliver of light falling between her brows. "That depends on the director's arrangements."

"Hiss... that's right."

[So...were the staff members following Jiang Ruoli fed? ]

[She looks so relaxed, like she's on vacation.]

[The key is, where do the big chicken legs come from? ]

The cameraman looked at the comments in the live broadcast room and sighed in his heart that the farm meals made by the village aunties had the flavor of the times. The focus was on eating enough, not eating well, and the taste was really average.

As soon as Jiang Ruoli arrived at the farmer's house and looked at the dry pickled cabbage lumps, a hint of grievance immediately appeared in her silky eyes.

So, the farmer gritted his teeth and ate the steaming white porridge, the snow-white buns, the pickled garlic, and the big farm chicken. The color, aroma and taste were so good that they were drooling...