Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

Zhang Aihua glanced outside, clutched her phone tightly, and lowered her voice: "My dear son, would you like to introduce a girlfriend to you? She's so beautiful!"

Over the years, I don’t know how many I have blown. You still have the nerve to introduce women to him.

Li Qiang turned over on the narrow work bed. The thunderous snoring of his colleagues could be heard from the upper bunk. The floor was dirty, with empty beer bottles, peanut bags, and several cigarette butts scattered around.

He was almost asleep when the old mother's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly rose in pitch——

"He's from the city, a big star in the city! You have a day off today, come home quickly!"

Li Qiang was woken up by his old mother's loud voice, and the sleepy man disappeared instantly. There was some anger in his tone: "Mom, I said you are old and confused. Will a big star come to our poor village? Okay. Okay, I won’t tell you, so don’t bother me if you have nothing to do.”

With that said, he was about to hang up the phone.

"Son, believe me for once! It's really a big star from the city, with a camera and a director!"

Zhang Aihua spoke out professional terms. Based on Li Qiang's understanding of her, she would never be able to talk about camera and director.

At this moment, he started to believe it. Li Qiang said dubiously: "Really?"

Zhang Aihua's language organization ability was worrying. After talking for a while, Li Qiang finally understood what she meant.

"Really? A big star came to our house to film a show? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

If he had known it earlier, he could have doubled the rental fee for this program group at least!

But Li Qiang is definitely overthinking. His mother couldn't even take advantage of the director, let alone him.

The two mother and son had just made an agreement here, and Zhang Aihua hung up the phone with satisfaction. At this moment, looking at the deserted home, looking at it from the perspective of choosing a daughter-in-law, her eyes inevitably showed a bit more harsh scrutiny than before.

"We will go to the fields with your uncle and the others later, and you will work at home."

Zhang Aihua couldn't see others being idle, so she took the lead in arranging tasks for Leng Qingqing.

"All the firewood in the woodshed was chopped and piled up against the wall like this."

"Remember to boil water and fill the thermos."

"Remember to wash your clothes, use less water, just rinse them once."

"Feeding chickens and ducks, I don't need to say more about this, right?"

"By the way, don't forget to cook. After all, others are here to help our family. They must have both meat and vegetables. Don't be too fussy!"

He nodded calmly. If she guessed correctly, there was no oil or water in this family.

As the hostess of this family, Zhang Aihua must know more about the food storage situation at home than she, a migrant, does.

Then she only had one idea, which was to make Leng Qingqing bleed.

When the female celebrities from their group came, Zhang Aihua secretly observed them.

Even the one who looks the youngest is wearing a diamond necklace around his neck! How much does that cost!

"Ahem, you chop the firewood first, and I'll take a look." Zhang Aihua said.

If you eat more than a dozen of her eggs, you must pay them back with interest.

According to the director, how could it be possible in seven days? It will take at least two months!

Leng Qingqing didn't refuse. He walked to the base of the wall where the wall had peeled off, picked up the weathered ax and weighed it in his hand.

Putting a piece of firewood on the wooden pier, she quietly began her performance.

Leng Qingqing struck three times in total.

Every time the ax fell down, in addition to the sound of the collision between the ax blade and the wooden stake, there was also the sound of firewood being split into two halves perfectly.

Leng Qingqing raised and lowered the knife with his hand, and the movement of chopping firewood was as smooth as a fruit knife cutting through a piece of butter.

A look of surprise appeared on Zhang Aihua's weathered face.

"This kid...is he so strong?"

Zhang Aihua didn't say anything, but her expression could be interpreted by everyone present as——

I found the treasure.

Zhang Aihua took out more firewood from the woodshed and mentally planned to let Leng Qingqing go to the mountains to cut firewood in the afternoon. If she couldn't use up all the firewood at home, she could sell it at the market.

"Just cut down all these in the woodshed, don't be lazy." Zhang Aihua warned.

Leng Qingqing finished chopping the last piece of firewood, and his strength was so strong that he smashed the pile of wood underneath, and a crack opened on the ground, like a crack.

"Let's do it some other time, I'm so tired today." Leng Qingqing said lazily.

She casually threw the ax at Zhang Aihua's feet. The sharp edge of the ax was just a little bit away from Zhang Aihua's toes!

Zhang Aihua's eyes widened and her face turned pale.

Leng Qingqing shook his hand and walked outside: "I will come back and do other work. There is still the director's task that has not been completed."

Zhang Aihua originally wanted to stop her.

But Leng Qingqing mentioned 'director'. This title seemed to have a deterrent effect on everyone. Zhang Aihua's eyes tremblingly moved to the face of the bald black man, her lips trembled twice, and she said nothing.

No answer means yes.

Of course, whether Zhang Aihua agrees or not makes no difference to Leng Qingqing.

He walked out of the farmhouse gate desertedly and walked all the way east, which was the direction of the village entrance.

Behind her, Zhang Aihua sneakily opened the door and walked out after she left. After seeing the direction the figure was heading, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes.

"This wife, why is she walking towards the entrance of the village? Is she trying to run away?"

After thinking about it for two seconds, I felt it was impossible.

Shaking her head, Zhang Aihua glanced back. She saw the door to the side room was open, and the gray suitcase inside was standing on the bedside. Only then did I feel relieved.

As long as things are still there, people can run anywhere.

Such a big suitcase must contain a lot of good things, right?

How could a female star like Leng Qingqing go out without money?

Zhang Aihua, who put the responsibility of lunch on Leng Qingqing's shoulders, thought she had made a very wise decision, picked up the hoe, and left happily.

Little did she know that this decision made her extremely regretful.

**

In the morning, the female guests met under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. This was an appointment they had made long ago to communicate with each other.

Without the director of the program saying anything, the guests had to figure it out on their own.

Exchanging 'information' is undoubtedly the fastest way.

"My 'mother-in-law' is a smiling person," Jiajia was the first to speak. Although she said it in a joking way, the rest of the people didn't think it was a joke at all, because they encountered similar situations.

It's not that I mean to discredit the mothers-in-law, it's just that this place doesn't show any hospitality at all. They are all well-known artists with countless fans. How could they have ever been treated with such humiliation?

"It's the same at my house. I just drank some rice soup for breakfast, but I wasn't even full. I was starving to death."

Zhou Meng, another short-haired female artist, rubbed her hungry belly.

"It seems that everyone's situation is similar." The last person who spoke had just finished speaking when a gurgling sound came from his abdomen.

Several people looked at each other tacitly, with wry smiles on their faces.

I never expected that one day I would starve in a variety show.

"Wait a minute. Is there someone missing?" Jiajia scratched her head and looked around: "Where is Sister Qingqing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a deserted figure appeared in everyone's sight. They saw her walking swiftly and swiftly from the only country road. She seemed to be carrying something in her arms, which she was protecting with both hands.

Her steps were so fast that she threw the director and all the photographers a few steps away.

The director even took off his sunglasses and ran behind him huffing and puffing.

Jiajia stood up and waved: "Sister, we are here!"

Lengqing walked up to them in a few steps and took out six round eggs from his pocket like a magic trick. Two eggs for each of the three of them was just right.

"Quick, eat it while it's hot." Leng Qingqing said.

The three female guests were shocked.

"Sister..." Jiajia was the first to react, holding the egg in her hands, her eyes so red that she was about to cry.

"From now on, you are my sister!"

At this moment, the deserted figure suddenly looked extremely tall in the eyes of everyone.