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

Netizens with God's perspective shuttled back and forth in various live broadcast rooms.

[Sure enough, things are going smoothly here in Lengqingqing. 】

[The rest of the guests... I didn't even see them. 】

[Jiang Tianqiong was actually sewing clothes, and Jiang Shi’s hand was almost pricked by a needle. 】

[Andy is herding sheep... Hahaha, Julie was taken into the ditch by the lamb, she laughed so hard. 】

[Bai Dan’s task is probably the easiest, as he cooks and eats by himself. 】

【? ? ? The directing team is really good at assigning tasks, I'll go check it out, hahaha. 】

An hour has passed since the start of the mission, and the mission of the guests has been very clear.

They are pickling sauerkraut, cleaning the duck house, cooking by yourself, mending clothes, and herding sheep.

Compared with the chaos in other live broadcast rooms, Leng Qingqing's place was very smooth.

Jiang Mingzhu didn't expect that she would be given the task of cleaning the duck coop because she was so unlucky.

Who knew that the imperial roast duck tastes so delicious, but the duck here is so smelly.

As soon as Jiang Mingzhu entered the duck house, she immediately pinched her nose and backed out of the cramped duck house.

No matter how much the woman inside screamed, she was unwilling to take another step.

Even Jiang Mingzhu is like this, let alone Jiang Baoyu.

Jiang Baoyu was holding on to the tree trunk in the corner with one hand, vomiting.

The surroundings were filled with stench, and their faces turned pale.

"If you don't come in to work, you don't have much time." The woman poked her head out of the duck shed and urged.

"I have never worked." Jiang Mingzhu replied a little aggrieved and a little arrogantly.

At home, who dares to let her work? She has grown up and she has never mentioned anything.

The woman's answer was interesting: "Then you can't learn?"

Jiang Mingzhu rolled her eyes: "It's inexplicable, why should I learn this thing?"

This kind of rough work is only done by rough people.

It is precisely because I am used to doing this kind of menial work that I will be poor all my life.

The woman's tone became slightly colder: "No matter where you were before, since you came to our village today, you have to do tasks and you want to eat, you have to learn from me."

Jiang Mingzhu: "What if I don't learn?"

“If you don’t learn, you won’t have food to eat!”

Jiang Mingzhu touched her hungry belly, gritted her teeth, and thought it was just a meal, so she endured it.

She, Jiang Mingzhu, can skip meals, but she can't eat.

Jiang Mingzhu decided that if she didn't want to do it, she just wouldn't do it.

Whoever wants to do it will do it.

Jiang Mingzhu sat on the suitcase, hunched her neck, very stubborn, like a proud white swan.

How could the white swan be so condescending as to walk into that dirty duck shed?

She would rather be hungry than bow her head. It's impossible to bow your head.

The woman didn't chase her away when she saw this, and went into the house on her own. Soon she brought out a small square table and set it up in the yard.

On the table there is a bowl of rice, attractive yellow steamed buns, two fragrant corn stalks, a pile of pickles, and a bowl of scrambled eggs with chopped green onion.

The woman ate in front of Jiang Mingzhu. She ate very neatly and her swallowing sound was extremely loud, as if she had been hungry for three days without eating.

The aroma of the food lingered in the air over the small yard, mixed with the smell of duck droppings, forming a unique smell that made people feel nauseous, but their stomachs were ready to lurch.

The woman didn't seem to be able to smell the smell in the air at all. She pinched a piece of green onion and dipped it in the sauce, then stuffed it into her mouth with a mouthful of steamed buns, and then stuffed a big mouthful of scrambled eggs with green onion into her mouth.

The green onions are green, and the large chunks of scrambled eggs are brightly yolk.

Jiang Mingzhu turned her head and closed her eyes with a very determined attitude.

She said she wouldn't eat, she wouldn't even take a bite!

After Jiang Baoyu finished vomiting, she held her stomach and sat down along the tree trunk with a pale face.

At this moment, my stomach was completely emptied, followed by an extremely empty and oppressive feeling of hunger.

His eyes slowly fell on the small wooden table in the center of the yard.

Jiang Baoyu had never eaten such simple things, but at this moment, these things that were so simple that he couldn't even look down on them deeply aroused his greed.

Jiang Baoyu stood up and walked slowly and firmly towards the duck shed.

No words were spoken, but his expression said everything.

The solemn expressions of the two brothers and sisters, as if they were visiting a grave, attracted netizens in the live broadcast room.

[The Passion of Rich Brothers and Sisters? 】

[No, it’s just shoveling shit for ducks and ducks. Is there any need to be so tragic? 】

[Don’t they ever have pets? 】

[I guess even if you have pets, they won’t need to take care of them personally. 】

[Why is it that I feel a little frustrated? 】

The second before Jiang Baoyu was about to step into the duck shed, someone suddenly grabbed his clothes.

"Brother, you are not allowed to go!" Jiang Mingzhu screamed behind him.

Jiang Baoyu frowned, with a hint of impatience between his brows: "Let go."

"I won't let you go, you're not allowed to go anyway!"

Jiang Mingzhu couldn't even say anything. If her brother went, how could others laugh at her?

There are millions of people watching in the live broadcast room, and Jiang Mingzhu cannot afford to lose this person.

No matter what, she wouldn't let him go.

The two of them started arguing in front of the duck shed.

Netizens are already used to it that the two of them quarrel from time to time.

[Move the small bench to watch the show. 】

[Why are we arguing again? 】

[They don’t look like brothers and sisters at all. They are enemies. 】

[However, it can be seen that the two of them have a good relationship. 】

[This... Where did you see this? 】

The woman sitting boldly in front of the small square table, stuffing steamed buns into her mouth, looked at this scene with some confusion.

"Auntie, let me help you with the work."

A shy, thin childish voice suddenly sounded.

The woman lowered her head, looking at the little radish that was no higher than her thigh, and was silent for a second.

"What can you do?"

When Ye Fei heard this, he carefully lifted his fingers.

"I can sweep the floor, make the bed, and do the laundry."

The director of the orphanage has always consciously cultivated the children.

After all, the children headed by Ye Fei are different from children growing up in normal families.

Of course the orphanage is their home, but the orphanage cannot give every child a pair of parents who will always be there to protect them.

There are some things that need to be started from elementary school before entering society to have a foundation for settling down.

In short, although Ye Fei is young, he knows a lot of things.

He wasn't lying at all.

Moreover, neither brother nor sister wanted to work, so he was the only one here.

Ye Fei looked determined, and his small shoulders shouldered a heavy responsibility that was inappropriate for his age.

The woman dropped the nest, picked him up, and put him on her lap: "Okay, what's your name?"

Ye Fei spoke clearly and said his name word by word: "Ye of Ye, Fei of Fei Ran."

The woman smiled.

"Let's go, Auntie will take you to see the little duck."

The ducklings had just emerged from the nest, and there were five of them in a small pile of warm goose-yellow color. The ducklings had orange beaks and looked very new and tender.

The woman caught a little duck and put it in Ye Fei's arms. Ye Fei had never seen such a young and fluffy creature before. He held his breath and hugged the little duck carefully, for fear that he would be too strong and strangle the little duck. .

He gently used his other hand to stroke the down on the duckling's body.

It's warm, like a small hot water bottle.

Through a layer of sparse down, he felt a layer of rugged skin and bones. The little duck had just turned one month old and was very thin.

For no reason, Ye Fei suddenly thought of his brother Hengheng.

After being separated for so long, what is Brother Hengheng doing?