I was blacklisted by the whole network at the beginning, but I became popular after surviving in the

"I have another question. Who will eat the replicated dishes?"

Wen Qingyan glanced at the dishes and ingredients on the card and asked this question.

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Recalling the scene where Wen Qingyan almost blew up the stove, Duan Yujing and the others looked at each other silently.

This thing is not very durable.

Of course they wouldn't eat it, but if the production crew ate it...

[/Peek, the abacus beads are about to jump onto my face.]

[Producer: This is bad, he wouldn't...really want to poison us and send us to the hospital, right?]

[/Heart, I don't understand. Isn't it someone who said to make it, and who will eat it?]

The director was caught off guard by this sentence and choked, "......?"

I couldn't help laughing even when I was filming with the camera on my shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the director also had a disaster one day.

After a while, the director coughed lightly and then spoke, "As long as you succeed in making it, you don't have to eat it."

Wen Qingyan looked regretful and said, "Okay."

director:"……"

He didn't want to stay here any longer, otherwise he wouldn't know when he would fall into the pit.

"I wish you all good luck and successful completion of your mission."

After saying that, the director quickly returned to the observation room.

Wen Qingyan, who couldn't even light a fire, subconsciously handed the card to Zhou Yili, who was a decent cook among them.

"What's in this thing called stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with meat? Where did the bamboo shoots come from? Where did the meat come from?"

Zhou Yili took the card, looked at the dishes and was silent for a few seconds.

You can tell at a glance that this was clearly a trap deliberately prepared by the program crew to set a trap for them.

It really took a lot of effort.

"When I went to the mountains to chop firewood, I saw a bamboo forest over there. There should be bamboo shoots."

This was Jiang Beiyue's first time on this kind of variety show, and she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

She held a machete in her hand, looking eager to try something new. "Shall we set off now?"

Wen Qingyan glanced at her and raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to the mountain like this?"

Jiang Beiyue looked down at her outfit and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"If it weren't for going up the mountain, there wouldn't be any problem."

Wen Qingyan said this as he bent down and picked up the machete on the ground.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Beiyue was puzzled.

At this time, Zhuang Yumian explained, "If you go up the mountain wearing these shoes, you'll easily slip. Besides, you're wearing too little. The temperature up there is different from here, so you'll easily catch a cold."

"Is that so?" Jiang Beiyue waved her hand. "It's okay. I'll go change."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Wen Qingyan who was talking to Zhou Yili not far away.

She almost thought that this second-generation rich guy was deliberately fooling her.

……

This side of the villa.

In the bedroom.

Wen Yuan sat on the sofa in the living room, leaning back lazily, holding a tablet in his hand, and simply handled some work.

Wen Sui is very fast.

Not long after the confidant contacted her, he gave a direct reply.

In fact, it was Tian Yuehe who edited a message and sent it to Assistant Xiao, who then forwarded it to Wen Yuan.

After reading it, Wen Yuan said nothing, turned off the phone and put it aside.

He had just opened his email and processed a few documents when he paused, then closed the email and sent a message to Assistant Short.

"You can continue to handle the rest. There's nothing serious, so you don't need to tell me."

Wen Yuan opened the search engine and typed in what he wanted to search.

Then I looked through it carefully bit by bit.

When Song Yuge woke up again, it was already past three in the afternoon, approaching dusk.

At this moment, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not closed, and the soft warm sunlight shone into the bedroom through the white curtains, casting a layer of golden halo.

Song Yuge was in a deep sleep and had just woken up, so his head was still a little unresponsive.

She turned her head to look to the other side and just saw the living room.

Wen Yuan was wearing light-colored home clothes and holding a tablet in his hand, not knowing what he was looking at.

His facial features were clearly defined, and his deep eyebrows and eyes seemed to be tinged with an unknown emotion, making him look a little depressed.

Song Yuge looked at him steadily for a while.

After a few seconds, the man noticed that she had woken up. He subconsciously raised his eyes, paused, turned off the tablet, stood up and walked towards her.

He came to the bedside and habitually reached out to feel the temperature of her forehead.

The slightly calloused palm gently touched the forehead, leaving a touch of warmth.

Song Yuge's eyelashes trembled.

A light scent of sandalwood wafts towards my nose.

"Does your head still hurt?"

Song Yuge shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Her gaze lingered on the man's hand for a few seconds before she raised her eyes to look at his face. "You... have been here all this time?"

Wen Yuan paused and hummed, "I'm afraid you'll have a fever again."

Song Yuge was silent for a few seconds.

She felt it too, and her body felt sticky.

I guess it was because I had a fever repeatedly while I was sleeping and I sweated a lot.

She frowned, then supported herself on the bed and tried to get up.

Wen Yuan saw her movements and quickly supported her, "What's wrong?"

"I want to take a shower," she said.

The man paused and looked at her. "Do you really have to wash? The doctor told you not to catch a cold."

Song Yuge didn't say anything, just looked at him.

That expression looked inexplicably aggrieved.