Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Song Zhi didn't understand the situation, he shook his head blankly.

"Song: Husband, don't be angry. Be good tonight."

"Yan: How good are you?"

"Song: You can't get out of bed, my dear."

"Mom, this is not the car to go to kindergarten!"

Yan Huai stayed in his eyes for a moment, then turned to Zhang Lun, "My assistant will contact your company within three days to discuss cooperation matters in the next three years."

Yan Huai acted like a business owner, "There is only one request, I don't want to see intimate scenes."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements for you." Zhang Lunle said, "Don't worry, Boss Yan, I'll push that boss away immediately, and I will follow you for the next three years."

"Grass, three years at once?"

"I suspect there is no investment boss."

"Boss Yan is so stupid, why did you fall for it?"

"Laughing, people don't care about this little money."

"It's nice to have money, and I want to squander it too."

Before the official start of the event, the director first announced the remaining living coins of the guests in each group in the previous stage.

No.1, "Increase Blood" group, 325 coins.

No.2, "Really Difficult" group, 246 coins.

No.3, "Rouge" group, 163 coins.

No.4, "Tangyuan" group, 91 coins.

"Why are there more and more people, but Song Jieba is still less?"

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast?"

"What? I missed a hundred million!"

Before the end of the previous event, the program team arranged tasks for everyone.During the holiday, the guests who live broadcast for half an hour every day to promote the program will be rewarded with ten living coins, and the guests who do not broadcast will deduct ten living coins.

Song Zhi forgot about it when he got home, and Yan Huai wasn't around, so he didn't bother to do business.

After the life coins were distributed, all the guests came to the next event location - Qingxin Tea Garden.

This morning's task: picking tea.

The staff distributed a bamboo basket to each guest, and the time limit was two hours. The group that picked the most tea would get forty living coins.

After the staff of the tea garden briefly taught how to pick tea, the eight guests walked into the tea garden one by one with bamboo baskets on their backs.

"Why are you so quiet?"

"It is estimated that there is a lot of money temporarily."

"When you run out of money, you should cry and look for your mother."

The area here is large, and there is a fragrance of fragrance everywhere. Occasionally, one or two milky white flowers dot the green tea garden.

Almost all the guests were busy taking pictures, and the only one who was serious about picking tea was Song Zhi.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

"Children can also have today."

"The old mother shed tears of emotion."

Song Zhi walked in along the tea garden, picking the most cutting-edge tender tea along the path.

Yan Huai followed behind him.

"My husband is like looking after children."

"If you fall, you have to hug and coax."

"Come on, let's see!"

"Are you hurt or not?"

Ten minutes later, Ding Yinan ran over with a small handful of camellia, "Brother Xiao Song, here it is for you."

Song Zhi turned around holding the tender tea tip that she had just picked.

"I heard people say that giving tea flowers can bring good luck." Ding Yinan said.

"Thank you."

Song Zhi put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, then divided the flower in half, and handed the obviously larger half to Yan Huai.

"Haha I'm lucky to have a husband too~"

"I want to rub the cutie into my arms."

Yan Huai took the flower, took out the most blooming one, and gently stuck it on Song Zhi's ear.

"Haha, it's so pretty."

"My husband has better aesthetics than someone else."

"Somebody can only dye shit green hair."

"Don't..." Song Zhi felt embarrassed and hurriedly lowered her head to take it off.

"Xiaozhi." Yan Huai called him.

He raised his head, just facing the phone camera, and with a click, the photo was frozen in the frame.

He leaned over to look, his face flushed red.

Yan Huai couldn't bear to leave his phone, "I like it very much."

Song Zhi squeezed her itchy throat, handed all the camellias to Yan Huai, and ran to the innermost part to pick tea by herself.

The hotter his head was, the more he picked, and the air behind him was hot, so he had to stay farther away.

After picking for more than ten minutes, Song Zhi felt a slight tingling in his little ankle, so he bent down to check the situation.

There were several spots of blood around the ankle.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Song Zhi was buried in the tea garden but could not stretch out his head, Yan Huai immediately rushed over to look at his legs.

"It's a leech."

The tea garden is humid, and the further you go in, the more likely you will encounter such blood-sucking insects.Previously, the staff specifically told him not to walk too far, but Song Zhi didn't pay attention, and was already in the deepest part of the tea garden.

Song Zhi's body was suspended in the air, and the bamboo basket on his back was also shaking. Yan Huai picked him up by the waist.

The unexpected development made Song Zhi struggle with Yan Huai's shoulders.

"Don't move, I'll take you out."

"Mom, why are you hugging this?"

"Great and crooked."

"Song Jieba seems to have been bitten by a bug."

"Ah, it's scary."

The blood-sucking worms in this area were not big, and they only left a few blood spots on Song Zhi's ankles.

Yan Huai carried him to a clean stone platform and sat down. He took off his shoes and carefully checked the wound. There were two blood spots on his left foot and three on his right foot.

Yan Huai's expression was tense, and his tone was cold, "Did you find out after biting so much?"

Song Zhi knew something was wrong, put her hands behind her back, her heels resting on the stone slab, she stepped back little by little.

After moving only a few centimeters, someone grabbed the upper part of the ankle and pulled back forcefully in the direction of Yan Huai, "What are you hiding?"

The other party was strong, and Song Zhi was dragged to him directly. Fortunately, Yan Huai hugged his back in time to prevent him from falling down.

"Don't you want to be passionate?"

"Ah, where's the bed? Hurry up and get on the bed!"

"Bed: Sisters, I'm coming!"

Song Zhi saw that Yan Huai seemed to be really angry, and lowered her head to reflect on herself.

He really didn't pay attention to these, the bugs were relatively small, and there was no pain at all when they first bit them.

It's all my own carelessness that made brother Yan Huai angry.

"It's because I didn't like you." Yan Huai put Song Zhi's feet on his lap, and his tone softened, "I won't hurt you next time."

"Does such a man really exist?"

"Envy makes me ugly."

Yan Huai asked the program team for medical disinfectant. He first wiped off the blood spots with gauze, and then dipped a cotton swab in a small amount of alcohol. "It may hurt, bear with it."

Song Zhi put her palm on the slightly cool stone slab and nodded.

"As for it? Just a few sips?"

"There are people who dote on someone, and single dogs are pissed off."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos of defense!"

The cold alcohol glides gently along the ankle, and there is no pain, but the cramped feeling of the cotton sweeping is obvious.

Song Zhi's feet were still attached to Yan Huai's thighs, and the other party was wearing a pair of light cotton trousers, so the body temperature could be easily transmitted.

Song Zhi's fingertips were rubbing on the smooth slate, but her thoughts followed Yan Huai's hand.

"Song Jieba's feet are so white, it sucks."

"You don't even spare a foot?"

"I want to see Baijiao go to the market to buy pig's trotters."

"Okay." After the disinfection was completed, Yan Huai helped him put on his shoes and socks after the wound had dried naturally.

Seeing him distracted, Yan Huai asked, "What are you thinking?"

"No, no." Song Zhi hastily shook her head guilty.

"Whether the trotters are steamed or braised."

"Can't you fry it in oil?"

"Enough!!!"

Yan Huai put his feet down, looked at the time, "Let's go, it's time."

It takes only two hours to pick tea, and after the end, you need to take the tea basket to the door for weighing.

Even if Song Zhi had an accident midway, he was the one who picked the most tea among the guests, and easily won the reward of [-] living coins.

The morning activities are over, and lunch is arranged by the program. Each person has a lunch box, worth one living coin.

"It looks awful."

"It's not as good as our school cafeteria."

"School cafeteria: Don't cue thank you."

Yan Huai gave Song Zhi the chicken wings he likes to eat, "I'll cook something delicious for you tonight."

"I don't know what happened tonight."

"Don't make cakes for little fools."

After lunch, a group of people came to the afternoon and tomorrow's activity point, the western grassland, where they needed to spend two days and one night.

This area is high above sea level and the air is thin.

Because it is camping, the program team provided food and shelter for the guests.

There are four groups of tents, which are divided into four grades according to the price.

The first-level tent has a large interior space, which is equipped with pillows, quilts and simple daily necessities.

The worst grade four tents are made of simple materials, small space, low wind resistance level, and the advantage lies in the price.

The director announced the prices of the four tents.

Level 260 tent, [-] living coins.

Level 160 tent, [-] living coins.

Level 30 tent, [-] living coins,

Level 10 tent, [-] living coins.

"The most expensive one can only be bought by Brother Lun."

"The last one was too broken."

Song Zhi, as No.1 in the tea-picking competition, has the priority to choose. He counted the number of living coins, two hundred and three.

"Want the first one?" Yan Huai said.

"Yeah." Song Zhi didn't want to make Yan Huai sick like last time.

"Let's buy the second one first, and leave the rest to me."

Song Zhi nodded, that was the only way to go.

The second choice was Zhang Lun and Xue Wen. They were the guests with the most living coins, and they bought the most expensive first-level tents with their wealth.

Yu Chengyuan, who came last, had to choose the worst four-level tent.

"Level [-] tents are like plastic bags."

"No, it's not as wrinkled as a plastic bag!"

The second item is the food auction.

The ingredients provided by the program group are: the first category of fresh meat and eggs, the second category of rice, noodles, oil and vegetables, the third category of instant noodles and biscuits, and the fourth category of puffed food and beverages.

"On the benefits of being able to cook."

"It's still instant noodles."

The selection order of this round has been adjusted according to the previous ranking, and the last guest will be selected first.

Yu Chengyuan chose instant noodles and biscuits.

"Isn't it nutritious to eat three meals in a row?"

"I'm sleeping in plastic bags, what else do I care about?"

Ding Yinan and Liao Zhen, No. 2 from the bottom, bought snack packs, and Zhang Lun, No. 3 from the bottom, chose fresh meat and eggs.

"Stupid, the meat is raw."

"You might as well choose vegetables and flour."

"I can't stand eating flour!"

Song Zhi used five living coins to pack flour and vegetables.

As soon as the ingredients were distributed, Zhang Lun came to their tent with the meat, "Boss Yan, do you want to cooperate?"

"Who said Brother Lun is stupid?"

"Haha we are smart!"

"Conditions." Yan Huai said simply and neatly, "Let's exchange tents."

"No way, you businessmen are too ruthless." Zhang Lun was reluctant to change such an expensive tent, "Shall we change it to something else?"

"No." Yan Huai didn't have to discuss it at all, and instead said to Song Zhi: "My husband will make you green vegetable noodles in a while."

"Yeah." Song Zhi nodded and smiled at him.

Zhang Lun looked at the bag of meat and Xue Wen looked at each other. He thought he was smart enough to choose expensive things. He thought he could eat two meals, but he didn't expect that the two of them could eat green vegetables and noodles.

But he and his wife can't eat raw meat.

Xue Wen rubbed her belly. She didn't have enough at noon, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Can we specify what to eat?"

"Row."

"Can you make dumplings too?"

"can."

"Fuck, Mr. Yan is amazing."

"They want to make dumplings in the prairie?"

"I don't even want to eat roasted whole lamb."

"Sheep: Baa~ I'm coming."

"Okay, deal!" Zhang Lun agreed, nothing was more important than filling his wife's stomach.

"Really, really eat dumplings?" Song Zhi looked around, the grassland was green and the scenery was beautiful.

"Well, do you like to eat?" Yan Huai said, "I don't like my husband cooking for you."

"No, I like it."

As long as Brother Yan Huai made it, he liked it.

Song Zhi was just worried that it would be tiring for him to make dumplings by himself.

Hearing that dumplings were going to be made here, Ding Yinan and Liao Zhen hurried over.

Ding Yinan took out two bags of potato chips and stuffed them into Song Zhi's arms, "Brother Xiao Song, can we trade the snacks for a chance to make and eat dumplings?"

Feeling that it wasn't enough, Ding Yinan took out two more boxes of milk and stuffed them into Song Zhi's pocket.

"Hahaha, they all understand well."

"Potato Chips: Little stutterer wants to eat."

"Milk: Yan Huai wants him to eat it."

After Yan Huai agreed, Song Zhi nodded happily.

In this way, brother Yan Huai doesn't have to be too tired, and kills two birds with one stone.

Although the two female guests can't cook, they are good at making dumplings.

The program team provided pots, pans, and seasonings for free, and Yan Huai was in charge of mixing the noodles and stuffing the dumplings.

"Where is there a man like this who can make money and even cook!"

"The problem is that he's still handsome, woohoo."

Within half an hour, the fillings and noodles were ready, and several guests sat around together, with a bit of a festive atmosphere.

Song Zhi took the initiative to move the stool and sit beside Yan Huai.

"You don't need to do these." Yan Huai handed him the potato chips, "Go and rest."

"Since watching this show, I have become more and more picky about men."

"Since watching the show, I have never had a successful blind date."

Song Zhi shook his head, he just wanted to be with brother Yan Huai, "Teach, teach me."

"Want to learn?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi sat upright, looking like she was studying with an open mind.

"Okay." Yan Huai took out a rolled dumpling wrapper and held it in the palm of his hand, and put the meat filling on it, "Leave the beauty aside, just make sure to squeeze it tightly so it doesn't break."

Song Zhi followed Yan Huai's example and put the dumpling skin in a sink, pinching the dumpling skin up and down.

It’s okay to pinch the left side at first, but after pinching the right side, because too much meat is put in, the thin dumpling skin can’t cover it and it’s ready to come out.

Song Zhi was struggling with how to deal with it, a pair of warm hands wrapped around the back of his hand, and helped him pull the edge out, the translucent color was reflected by the stretched dumpling wrapper.

The flour in Yan Huai's hand was also transferred to Song Zhi's fingertips due to the intimate contact, rubbing against Song Zhi's heart with a grainy feeling of frosting.

"Okay." Yan Huai let go of his hand, pulling Song Zhi back to reality.

A dumpling with a thin skin and big belly appeared in front of Song Zhi's eyes.

"Is it still in the bag?"

"Hmm." Song Zhi still had something to say.

He continued to put the stuffing on the skin, and then brought the semi-finished dumpling to Yan Huai, asking him to repair it for him in the same way.

"Put less meat."

"Yeah." Song Zhi happily agreed, and next time she would still ask Yan Huai for help with a semi-finished product filled with extra fillings.

After making a dozen dumplings in the same way, Yan Huai got up and came behind Song Zhi, and asked, "Do you need help this time?"

Song Zhi quickly squeezed the dumpling, showing that she was in desperate need of help, she reached out her hand and nodded.

Yan Huai's arms stretched out from both sides of his shoulders, and the beating sound from his back made Song Zhi realize how close they were to each other.

Yan Huai was still the same as the previous few times, dragging his hand to fix it carefully.Seeing that the dumplings were ready to be repaired, Song Zhi's ears were itchy, and a warm voice came out, "Did you do it on purpose?"

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