I'm not a wild eater

"Go dig treasure."

"They will be back in ten days or so."

After Quan Wei finished speaking, she picked up the coffee in hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Without the elegance of a beauty in the workplace, it looks like a normal person drinking traditional Chinese medicine.

Treasure digging is the subtext of the industry. To put it bluntly, it is to dig the wall.

Quan Wei has a special habit, before she poachs the corner, she likes to chat with the old club in the corner first, trying to get the other party to give her the corner.

No, let's do it again.

She told her to be courteous before soldiers.

In Mo Mo'er's words, this is called "Before you hit someone, you have to ask: Shall I give you a good slap?"

"Are you going by yourself?" Momo'er was a little surprised.

Dousha Live has a mature department dedicated to this.

"Look at this."

Quan Wei took out a thin document from the drawer and handed it to Momo'er.

It was obtained from Dousha Challenger, the contract signed by the "Creating Wilderness Superstar" program team and Challenger.

"Conscience." After Momo'er finished reading, only these two words remained.

This contract is compared to the contract of Dousha Live.

There is more warmth of humanity, and a little less indifference of capital.

"So, it's an uphill battle."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Momoer asked.

"No, easy master, I'm not interested in going yet."

Quan Wei smiled confidently, opened the drawer, and took out a thin file bag.

Open the door, go downstairs, get in the car.

The special car drove to the office building in another district.

......

When I woke up the next day, I felt no soreness at all.

This surprised Mu Qing a little bit.

After putting on the clothes Yan Shu took back, she got up and jumped.

The state is perfect, and there is no soreness or weakness at all.

"Not bad, the attribute points of physique are not added in vain."

After speaking, Mu Qing silently patted his forehead.

A person is used to doing live broadcasts, and he doesn't know when he develops the problem of talking to himself.

After drinking the herbal tea on the table, I took down the calendar hanging on the tree.

Mark off another day with charcoal.

"Time is like flowing water."

"When I was young, I always felt that the days were long, and every month was a long time."

"After growing up, a year will pass in a flash."

Muqing sighed, and turned on the live broadcast.

Thinking about his feet, he raised his hand and hung up the calendar.

[A new day begins again. 】

[Every time I watch Master Mu draw this, it will end soon. 】

[Today is fine, it was really convenient to row once yesterday. 】

[What are you afraid of, the follow-up programs of Master Mu and Master Shu must have been arranged. 】

[Not to mention anything else, let's have a live broadcast of the wedding first. 】

[It's better to come back and make a bridal chamber again. 】

[Master Shu must be very beautiful in a wedding dress, Ma De, I'm going to grab the bride! 】

"Ah this..."

"This can be talked about along the way, you can really do it."

Mu Qing watched the bustle of the barrage.

Put the big logs in the bag into a round dustpan, and put them on the wall of the camp to dry.

"Meow..."

The king came out from the pile of bamboo leaves under the wall with a little mouse in his mouth, jumped back to the small dining room and put it down.

"Caught it again?" Yan Shu came down from the hillside with a bundle of grass in his arms.

"The rice has only been in the sun for two days, and the king has already caught five mice."

Muqing was also very helpless.

"Fortunately, you have the foresight. If this is exposed to the sun on the hillside, it will probably be stolen." Yan Shu said as he entered the door.

"These grains are more attractive to mice than I expected."

"We keep the rice bran and let it dry in the sun every day, so we don't need to leave extra meat for the king."

Mu Qing talked and laughed, and set up a clay pot to boil water.

Yan Shu opened the rabbit cage and took out the bamboo tube to clean it up.

"How are the little bunnies?"