Live: Survival on a deserted island for full-level students

"Please rate."

The live broadcast ball flew in front of Yan Hanchi, and the indicator light flashed blue, as if in the blink of an eye.

"10 points."

Yan Hanchi also gave 10 points without hesitation.

"Don't be surprised, everyone. I'm scoring for friendship. Although the program team said that we have to score according to the taste, the dishes made by Mr. Su don't taste very good, but I just give 10 points. Hey, I'm just playing."

He giggled, with a mean expression on his face, and he was particularly happy.

Barrage--

"Stop playing tricks."

"Awesome, this meme has just come out, so it's so slippery?"

"If you do this, the official will be angry, right?"

"Yes, you can give friendship points, but there's no need to give full marks. If you offend the officials, it's Master Su and the others who are unlucky."

"By the way, have you noticed a detail? Although the three local tyrants all said that Master Su's cooking is not delicious, the positions of the three of them are strange, just blocking the door of the bamboo house."

"Fuck, don't tell me I haven't noticed yet."

"Could it be that Master Su's cooking is actually..."

In the live broadcast room, Lin Shijing happened to notice this scene, and a thought came to her mind.

"Mr. Fang Jiong, do you feel that there is something wrong? I think, maybe the dishes made by Su Ze should taste pretty good?"

She looked at Fang Jiong and said.

"There's something wrong."

Fang Jiong frowned and said.

If a person said it was unpalatable, it would be fine with a painful expression on his face.

So did two lucky viewers.

This seems a bit too deliberate.

Suspected of acting.

"interesting."

Master De squinted his eyes, watching the live broadcast with great interest.

"Excuse me, since you all think it's unpalatable, then don't eat it, it's time for us to have lunch."

Su Ze stepped forward at this time, gently pulled Ye Fan, Mo Moran, and Yan Hanchi aside, and squeezed them in.

"Rhubarb, it's time to eat."

Changle greeted Gouzi, and walked into the bamboo house on lotus steps.

Whoosh!
Rhubarb moved fast, his legs were muscular, and he rushed into it in a flash.

"Range."

When Chang Le walked into the bamboo house, Su Ze patted Mo Mo Ran's hand leaning on the door.

"Master Su, what are you doing?"

Mo Moran felt something was wrong.

"Close the door."

Su Ze had no expression on his face, and said it as a matter of course.

"The dishes I cook are really unpalatable. If you eat them in your mouth, you will have a painful expression. In order not to scare you, I'd better close the door and eat."

"Don't mind, together, together."

Mo Ran was in a hurry, said quickly, and walked into the bamboo house before Su Ze closed the door.

"Didn't you say it tastes bad?"

Su Ze squinted at him and asked deliberately.

"I'm hungry, even if it's unpalatable. After all, this is real survival in the wilderness, right?"

Mo Moran said with a smile.

"It makes sense. This is real survival in the wilderness. It's good to have something to eat. It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, it doesn't matter whether it tastes bad or not."

"I just happened to be hungry too, and I have to eat something to fill my stomach."

Yan Hanzhi and Ye Fan also spoke together, and walked away from Su Ze who was standing at the door, and squeezed into the room.

The interpreter Chu Qing looked at the three of them, and then at the other seven lucky audiences beside her. After making eye contact with her, the other seven lucky audiences waved their hands again and again.

The painful expressions of the three dear friends are still vivid in my mind. They felt a little guilty and panicked in fear, expressing that they did not dare to test the poison.

"Hahaha."

This scene made Mo Moran feel refreshed, as if drinking a bottle of Sprite, his heart was soothed and his heart soared.

It's just right that these guys don't come to join in the fun. He can eat more and taste the delicious food that is rare in this world.

"Attention all lucky viewers, please start to taste the food made by the challengers, and then rate it as appropriate. Those who don't taste it will be disqualified from the interaction immediately and will be taken away from the island by the program group."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice came from the live broadcast ball.

have to.

It's okay not to try it now.

"Assi, I..."

A lucky spectator from a country that played well with sticks complained sadly and walked to the bamboo house unwillingly.

"%￥#%￥%#@#?"

The black brother who was dancing happily just now also stopped his enchanting dance steps and was about to taste delicious food.

The same goes for other lucky viewers from other countries.

Walk into the bamboo house together.

After being selected by the program group, they came to this uninhabited island to interact with the challengers. They didn't want to be taken away just like that.

What a great travel opportunity.

Package transfer.

Pay back the money.

Only a fool would choose to leave.

Don't you just want to eat something?
It's ok.

eat!
I eat!

Simply eat a little bit, and then score it casually, isn't it over?
"Don't be crowded, come one by one, taste it, and then rate it."

The beautiful translator Chu Qing followed everyone into the room, and immediately assumed the role of an official staff member, speaking to everyone in standard English.

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone immediately lined up in an orderly manner.

Barrage--

"Where is it crowded? People are unwilling to go up and try."

"That's right, it's like talking in vain. Didn't you see the expressions of fear and awe on the faces of those crooked nuts?"

"Don't tell me, that blonde girl is pretty, with a slender waist and long legs, and a pretty face."

"Pretty is beautiful, but not tight."

"???"

"Hey, Yaoyaoling, there are a lot of prostitutes here, please come and take them away."

"The door of the car has been welded to death by labor and management. No one will get out of the car today!"

Thanks to the relatively large area of ​​the two-story bamboo house built by Su Ze and Chang Le, otherwise a dozen or so people would not be able to squeeze in.

"Su Ze, eat."

Chang Le scooped up a bowl of boiled rice and handed it to Su Ze. Without looking at other people, he sat on the bamboo stool and started to eat.

Today's dishes are so rich.

With so many people, you have to hurry up and eat more, otherwise after letting others taste the taste, you may start a fight for food.

Su Ze had already whispered to her that those three guys were just acting.

Modern people are really hypocritical.

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"Hmm...bamboo rice tastes good."

Su Ze tasted the bamboo rice and felt that it was delicious. Although the taste of bamboo rice was not as good as that of rice, after being made by his hands, the taste was absolutely amazing.

The rhubarb has been eaten.

The sound of baji baji was particularly loud in the quiet bamboo house.

"I've never eaten bamboo rice, I'll try it."

Mo Moran took a step to the wooden barrel for steaming rice, that is, in front of the steamer, and scooped up a large bowl of cooked rice for himself. Ye Fan and Yan Hanchi didn't leave behind, and they were very conscious.

Showdown.

They're not going to act anymore.

Now the program team is forcing other people to try the dishes. If you don't hurry up and eat more, are you going to compete with them later?

46 dishes are a lot, and usually a dozen or so people can't finish them all.

But the problem is, Master Su's food tastes too good.

Seeing Su Ze, Chang Le and the three of them eating happily there, looking extremely enjoying, with beautiful and vivid expressions, the other seven lucky viewers couldn't help but stare blankly.

Something seems wrong.

Didn't it taste bad?

This posture is not like it.

"Please taste."

Chu Qing, a beautiful translator, smiled and gestured to the Sakura Kunio audience at the front.

"%￥#%."

The male audience in Sakura Country said "OK" in the dialect of their hometown, quickly scanned the dishes with their eyes, and finally picked up a piece of Qingming grass cake wrapped in reed leaves.

Peeling off the reed leaves, he took the Qingming grass cake to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. In an instant, his eyes widened and shone brightly.

After a sip.

He exclaimed directly, speaking in slightly crappy Kyushu Mandarin.

"Dad, this is the smell of Dad."