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This is the last night of the second program.

Although the fans were reluctant to leave, they still came.

The director is distributing lunch boxes based on each guest's performance during the day.

The guests looked at the lunch boxes in their hands with expressions of not knowing what to say, and then looked up at the director who was happily distributing the lunch boxes.

Tang Xiaoman felt that his stomach was already overwhelmed, but fortunately, tonight was the last night.

Just bear with it.

Lin Mu, holding a lunch box that looked exactly the same as the last time, said in embarrassment: "Director..."

The director, who was handing the lunch box to Huo Yanheng, heard someone calling him and turned his head: "Huh? It's Lin Mu, is there something wrong?"

Lin Mu took a step forward and glanced inside the dining car. There were not many lunch boxes left.

"Director, where's the promised dinner?" he asked.

Feast? The director showed a smile that was very familiar to all the guests and fans in the live broadcast room.

"Isn't it in your hands?"

A question mark popped up above Lin Mu's head, and he weighed the lunch box in his hand. This was also called a big meal.

Did the director have some misunderstanding about the meal?

Isn’t it a fun way to add lunch to Leng Qingqing last time?

How come it doesn't work when I get to them?

Once during a show, Lin Mutou felt the director's partiality towards nakedness, which was really annoying.

Tang Xiaoman slowly opened the lunch box. Compared with the last time, this time the lunch box was not so ugly.

But still no better.

Lin Mu also saw the specifications of Tang Xiaoman's lunch box, which was still white rice and fried vegetables. The difference from last time was that there was also a meat dish and a chicken drumstick in the lunch box.

Lin Mu said half-jokingly: "Director, let's forget it. The first place can't be the same as us, right?"

Since Leng Qingqing got the ‘lowest score’ from Director Zhou, the first place position was finally given to someone else.

This lucky guy is Jiang Tianqiong.

Jiang Tianqiong opened his lunch box in full view of everyone.

Compared with Tang Xiaoman's lunch box, it can be called a luxury version.

The four dishes are all hard dishes, with a combination of meat and vegetables, including braised pork, stir-fried vegetables, braised pork ribs...

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the chicken leg.

Lin Mu opened his lunch box: "It seems everyone has chicken legs..."

The lid opened and he froze.

What about chicken legs?

Where's his big chicken leg?

Looking at others and then at himself, Lin Mu fell silent.

"Director..." Lin Mu closed the lid and closed his eyes slightly, looking out of sight but out of mind.

The director saw the disappointment on his face: "Lin Mu, you said I was biased last time, but you know whether I am biased this time, right? The lunch boxes that each guest gets are determined by how you performed today. , Jiang Tianqiong is the first, so the dishes he eats are the best. In the same way, Tang Xiaoman's group also added chicken legs, but your group..."

Lin Mu's brows twitched: "Okay, director, I understand, stop talking."

Okay, he found the fewest jade pendants, but it doesn’t matter how many people are in his group!

I didn't get my meal, but I felt angry.

Netizens in the live broadcast room also saw Lin Mu's irritability.

[Lin Mu, we must be willing to admit defeat. 】

【There is no need to be so fussy. 】

[Isn’t it just a box lunch? In this episode, we just listened to Lin Mu and Qin Feng talking about the box lunch. 】

[Stop arguing, I’ll buy it for you, okay? 】

[Look at the deserted house... Wow, she eats so well and has an appetite. I'm hungry. 】

[Order a takeaway to eat first. 】

Leng Qingqing was the group that got the most jade pendants in the morning, but in the afternoon they were too far away and were overtaken by Jiang Tianqiong when Director Zhou asked them to do their bidding.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Director Zhou gave the others full marks and gave her a passing grade.

While Lin Mu was arguing with the director, Leng Qingqing had already opened the lunch box and squatted on the ground to eat.

Huo Yanheng also followed her example, placing the lunch box on the stone pillar next to him, squatting in front of him, and slowly put the rice into his mouth to eat, like millet pecking at the rice, without moving a bite of the dish.

Leng Qingqing carefully picked out the ginger slices, placed them on the other half of the box, and took two mouthfuls of rice.

Huo Yanheng and Tang Xiaoman both had chicken legs in their lunch boxes.

Only deserted.

Leng Qingqing is not particular about food, and she is not picky about food. She eats whatever is given to her.

She had just opened the rest of the guest boxes, and she had already eaten most of them.

Leng Qingqing felt that she was 60 to 70% full after eating, and was about to unscrew the water and take a sip when a small hand stretched out from beside her and inserted a large, shiny chicken leg into her lunch box.

It's Huo Yanheng.

Huo Yanheng whispered to her: "I'm full."

Leng Qingqing frowned and pinched it back for him, "It's okay to eat less rice. Eat the chicken legs. Only by eating more meat can you grow taller."

Huo Yanheng raised his dark eyes from the lunch box, "Didn't you say you will grow taller if you drink milk?"

Leng Qingqing: "It's pretty much the same. You need to eat more meat. Mom has grown to her head and doesn't need to eat meat anymore."

Huo Yanheng was stunned by the absurd reasoning.

But after several struggles, Huo Yanheng managed to squeeze the chicken legs over again.

"I'm... really full."

Moreover, Huo Yanheng really has no appetite.

After returning from Director Zhou's place, Huo Yanheng was a little out of his mind. During this period, he was called to him several times without coming back to his senses. He was obviously thinking about other things.

Huo Yanheng fell into a quagmire at a young age.

No matter how you put it, it's equivalent to someone holding the handle in your hand.

But Director Zhou didn't seem to threaten him. What could a child get from him?

Director Zhou just said to Huo Yanheng: "Well, if you feel guilty about uncle, you can come and see me in the future, and we can get along like friends."

As he said that, he once again stretched out his rough palm and stroked Huo Yanheng's head.

"Uncle also has a son, and his eyes are very similar to yours. I thought of him the first time I saw you. If he is still alive now, he should be old enough to go to college."

Director Zhou's tone was very soft and he looked into the distance as he spoke. Huo Yanheng followed his gaze and saw only the mountains far away.

Huo Yanheng didn't know what he was looking at, but he was indeed stung by his frank words.

He raised his eyes to look at Director Zhou, the vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Huo Yanheng saw a sentimental look on the director's face.

Director Zhou indeed had no intention of raising an army to hold him accountable. After confirming this, Huo Yanheng's anxious heart finally calmed down.

"What do you think, is it a deal?" Director Zhou asked him: "If you want to come, I can pick you up. This is a secret between the two of us. I promise you that I won't tell anyone else, but you also have to promise Me. Huh?"

Huo Yanheng hesitated for a few seconds, nodded slowly, and agreed.

‘Don’t do this kind of thing in the future’, this kind of thing just refers to pouring hot water on it.

"Then let me ask you again." Director Zhou approached him in a deep voice and stared at him: "If you were given another chance, would you do this again?"