When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Everyone waited anxiously for him to speak.

Liang Yan pointed at the group of little piglets: "Separate them several by one first, so as to make sure which one got the medicine and which one didn't, then give me a piece of cabbage and put the medicine in the cabbage .”

The prop assistant flew to the homeowner's vegetable patch and pulled out the biggest cabbage.

Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen were in charge of dividing the piglets into teams, which was much easier than catching them one by one. Liang Yan stuffed the medicine, and they had already divided into teams.

This group of little creatures had been hungry for a whole day, so they swallowed the pieces of cabbage stuffed with anthelmintics in two bites, without caring about chewing slowly.

Because they are divided into small teams, it can be clearly determined that every piglet has received the deworming medicine.

The task is completed, and everyone can finally rest.

Wen Hao walked beside Liang Yan, his eyes glued together: "Xiao Yan, thanks to having you here today, otherwise I don't know how long it would take. How did you come up with this method?"

Liang Yan curled his lips into a smile: "Just... just thought of it." He would not say that he was tricked by someone to experience it.

The wicked ghost who lied to him was Wen Lang.

When Liang Yan was a child, Liang Yan looked obedient and obedient, but in fact he was a little stubborn. He would take soft things but not tough ones. It would be useless for anyone to force him to do things he didn't want to do.

For example, he is very resistant to taking medicine. Every time he gets sick and takes medicine, it is a war without gunpowder.

It is common for his mother to be forced to force his mother into a hurry.

But Xiao Jibao has developed a skill, even if his mother pours medicine down his throat, he can still spit it out.

Whenever Wen Lang heard Liang Xiaoyan's cry at this time, he would run over from home in a hurry, coax Liang Xiaoyan in a decent manner, and at the same time hand him a bottle of juice to drink.

Liang Yan was young at the time, and he didn't understand why Wen Lang gave him only one sip of the juice every time, and the taste disappeared before he drank it.

It wasn't until he was in elementary school that he realized that Wen Lang was cheating on him in partnership with his mother.There is no juice, just put the medicine in a juice bottle.

Wen Hao's group completed the task ahead of time and got a reward. They don't have to cook dinner tonight, and the program team will send over ready-made meals.

Zhao Yichen's group was not as lucky as they were, they had to cook dinner after finishing the task.

After a really tiring day, everyone washed up and got ready to rest.

There are three rooms in the old house, all of which are empty.

There are one big room and two small ones. The big room has a bigger bed and can sleep two people, while the two small rooms are single beds made of wooden boards and can only sleep one person.

Ye Weizhen walked around the room with his hands behind his back, pointed to the big room, and looked at Wen Hao with a smile: "Teacher Wen, let's live in one room."

Wen Hao put on a hard face: "I'm not used to sharing the bed with other people."

Ye Weizhen's goal has always been Wen Hao, Chu Hanwen is a model by profession, and his popularity is far less than that of Wen Hao, he is not too interested, and hastily pointed to the remaining small bedroom: "Then I will sleep in one by myself. "After finishing speaking, he went into the hut, for fear that someone would snatch it from him.

Liang Yan looked at the rest of the big bedroom, then turned to look at Chu Hanwen: "Mr. Chu, do you mind..."

"I will trade with Hanwen!"

"I do not mind!"

Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen spoke again at the same time.

Liang Yan: "???"

Wen Hao rubbed his nose: "Well... I just checked, the bed in the big bedroom is a bit short, and Hanwen is tall, so it might not be very comfortable to sleep on. I'll change it with him."

Chu Hanwen glanced at the small bedroom with the door open, and said coldly, "The two beds are the same length."

Wen Hao: "..." After thinking hard for a long time: "Uh, it's my problem. I'm not used to sleeping in the small bedroom with the head of the bed facing south. I'm used to the big bedroom with the head of the bed facing east. Hanwen has worked hard for you, and I'll change it."

Chu Hanwen just looked at him quietly, without answering.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a while, Liang Yan felt that Chu Hanwen didn't seem to want to change to the small bedroom, so he broke the deadlock: "Teachers, you two live in the big bedroom, I'll go to the small bedroom."

"No."

"No."

Once again, the two who spoke at the same time looked at each other, remained silent for two seconds, and changed their minds at the same time.

"Row."

"can."

Liang Yan lay on the bed in the small bedroom, tossing and turning, but couldn't fall asleep.

Ding!A message popped up on Wechat on the mobile phone, it was Wen Lang: ——End tomorrow?I will pick you up.

Liang Yan looked at the words on the screen, subconsciously sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, and thought for a moment:

——No need to trouble you, I finished the recording and took the bus back.

Wen Lang: - I have time tomorrow

After pondering for a while, Liang Yan replied a thank you.

But he still didn't put down his phone, and couldn't hold back and sent a message: ——Aunt Qin asked you to pick me up?

After a long time, when he thought he would not get an answer, Wen Lang replied: ——No.

Liang Yan stared at the two words for a long time, then quickly typed a line: ——See you tomorrow, good night.

--Um.

Wen Lang sat in front of the computer, and the promotional footage of "Bravely Forward" was on the screen.

The clip of Liang Yan and Ye Weizhen's dispute was played in the video, and the narration added "conflict and dispute." Then it cut to the scene of Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen extending their hands to Liang at the same time, and the narration changed to "friendship and mutual assistance." .

At the end of the video, a group photo of eight guests appeared on the screen.

Wen Lang pinched the phone twice with his thumb and middle finger, staring deeply at the photos on the computer screen.

Click!The phone screen shattered into a spider web...

On the second day of the recording, they still woke up very early. After a night of rest, the eight guests barely recovered.

Liu Hong was full of energy, holding his loudspeaker in high spirits: "Everyone worked hard yesterday and helped a lot. Today, the host wants to treat everyone to a sumptuous meal in order to thank everyone."

With yesterday's lesson, everyone knows that Liu Hong must have not held his fart well.

Sure enough, he changed the subject: "But the homeowner sprained his foot when he came back from preparing the ingredients, so this big meal can only be cooked by a few guests. We also invited a few judges to determine the popularity of the dishes. Scores will be combined, and the team with the highest score wins."

The staff of the props team quickly brought up the two big boxes, with all kinds of ingredients and condiments, indeed rich.

Xiang Heng picked up a tomato casually, threw it up and caught it, teasing Liu Hong: "Director, are you inviting us to dinner? You are making us coolies."

Liu Hong chuckled: "You guys can eat too, the referee won't eat them all."

Xiang Heng shrugged, brought the tomato in his hand to his mouth and bit it hard, then waved to his team leader: "Captain Zhao, get moving, it's all up to you."

In terms of cooking, Zhao Yichen has his own buffs. He usually posts videos and pictures of his cooking on Weibo. He can't be called a chef technically, but he can be considered top-notch among these few guests.

Their team had Zhao Yichen as the backbone, Wen Hao's team was much worse, the four stared at each other, the number of times Chu Hanwen and Wen Hao entered the kitchen could be counted on one hand, the two shook their heads together, Ye Wei backed away Two steps: "I'm allergic to oil fume, I feel sick when I smell it, and I can't cook."

He didn't expect him at all, Wen Hao glanced at him indifferently, then turned to look at Liang Yan expectantly: "Xiao Yan, can you cook?"

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