Food customizer.

Jingzhou, national highway.

"Miss Cai, we can't go any further. If we go further, we will get stuck in the snow and have to call the rescue team. We really can't continue."

A commercial van was parked on the side of the road with its double flashers on. Huge snowflakes fell and were particularly dazzling in the high-beam headlights.

The woman leaned on the car door anxiously and looked into the distance through the car window, "Isn't it okay at all?"

The driver nodded firmly, "We can't get on the expressway if we go further, and our car can't pass through this farmland. Another thing, my fellow villagers haven't confiscated their corn cobs. If we run over like this and turn around, we will definitely be called to the police." It’s troublesome for everyone to find the unit.”

Cai Sirong bit her lip, as if she was making up her mind.

"Master, go back and go slowly, I'll walk over by myself!"

"What!!!" The driver turned around and said, "Are you crazy? Haven't you heard of Wangshan Run to Death? This section of road looks very close. It would take an hour to walk there in broad daylight. This kind of How will the weather get through? What if something goes wrong? How can I explain to the leader when I go back? No, absolutely not!"

Cai Sirong wanted to say something else, but the driver's eyes told her not to speak, it was impossible.

Cai Sirong had not slept a wink since the earthquake last night. As a reporter from Jingzhou TV, she was preparing to report to the epicenter late last night.

After observing for a long time, I found that there seemed to be nothing major and nothing worth reporting.

After all, this was a small earthquake and caused no casualties. Many of the videos posted on Douyin were also funny videos of residents escaping. The overall public response was pretty good. At this time, there was no need for TV stations to intervene.

But the snow after the earthquake lasted a whole night and then a whole day.

Cai Sirong kept scrolling on Douyin and saw videos of people fainting due to hypoglycemia in the expressway service area, and videos of people eating snow on the expressway who were so thirsty.

The mood of the people stuck on the road gradually became pessimistic.

At this time, Cai Sirong, who had just graduated from college two years ago, asked the leader for instructions on her willingness to go to the front line for interviews.

The leader himself was still a little hesitant, but then he thought about it, it was almost time for the year-end evaluation and the golden microphone. Jingzhou TV station, as the official TV station, did not even achieve any results today, so he agreed to Cai Sirong's application.

But the leader said, safety first!

Cai Sirong hammered her thigh, stuck the live broadcast equipment on her shoulder, and put the microphone on the inside of her collar, "Master, I'll go down and try it first."

"Hey! Hey! This girl!" The driver immediately jumped out of the car and chased her.

The snow that fell all day and night was better in the city, but in this kind of wilderness, it was almost a foot thick!

If you step down, the snow can bury your calves.

Cai Sirong, a little girl, wants to go over. What international joke are you kidding?

Sure enough, Cai Sirong had just jumped out of the car and had not taken two steps before she stepped on the ground and fell because she couldn't see the ground. She stood up and shook off the snow on her body before continuing to walk forward.

"Stop it, stop it! Get in the car with me." The driver yelled at the top of his lungs.

Cai Sirong turned to look at him, "No, I must get the golden microphone this year!"

Nowadays, the TV station industry is also in trouble. With the development of the Internet, media like them no longer look at things like ratings, but instead start looking at data such as their own official Weibo and Douyin live broadcast rooms.

This live news broadcast will be Cai Sirong’s only chance to get the golden microphone!

The driver opened his mouth and shouted loudly, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the engine. This place is supposed to be very quiet!

The master turned to look.

Not far away from him, about a few hundred meters away, there were two extremely bright headlights, which were extremely dazzling on the snow.

The key is that sound, like the muffler is broken, roaring crazily in the night.

"What the hell kind of car is this!"

As the two beams of light got closer and closer, the master took a closer look and said, "Fuck!"

This huge monster has two three-meter-long tracks underneath it, walking on the snow.

Although the sound is very noisy, it seems that you can hear the crunching sound of the snow being pressed.

In front of the car is a huge shovel, and I don't know what is placed there. The outside is covered with a huge tarpaulin. There are also several old schoolbags hanging on the left side of the car, which are completely covered by snow. , it can only be roughly judged from its appearance.

This giant car drove directly from behind their van without any scruples. Even if there was a nearly one-meter ravine between the road and the field next to it, it didn't care and drove over as if it were flat ground.

"Awesome, damn!"

The driver was in a state of confusion. He couldn't figure it out at all, and he couldn't understand why such a thing suddenly appeared in this place at this time.

The Big Mac drove forward again and stopped in front of the driver.

The car door opened and a head poked out.

"Where are you going, master?"

The man spoke loudly, and his voice actually penetrated the roar and reached his ears accurately.

The driver of the TV station was confused and shouted, "Service area, we want to go to the service area!"

The man in the car put out the ignition, "Are you going to the service area too? Get in the car! We're going too!"

The driver turned around and glanced. Cai Sirong also noticed the Big Mac and stopped in front, "Miss Cai, Miss Cai! They are going to the service area. Come and take a ride!"

Cai Sirong walked back with difficulty carrying her live broadcast phone, "Are you really going to the service area?"

"Yes, hurry up. If you want to go, get in the car. Our car can go there." The person who spoke was a man with a fat face.

Cai Sirong looked at the Big Mac, and after making some gestures, she felt that she couldn't get in.

"Ms. Cai, come on!" The driver of the TV station pushed her arm, "kick on my leg!"

Cai Sirong obediently pushed the driver's thigh and climbed up a little harder, finally getting into the cockpit.

"Okay, Master." The chubby man waved his hand, "We will go to the service area to deliver food to people, don't worry!"

The driver smiled and waved, "You guys are awesome! Pay attention to safety!"

Amidst the roar of the engine, the Big Mac started up again and drove slowly forward. The dealers in front of it were crushed and fell like leeks.

After Cai Sirong got into the cockpit, this place, which was not spacious, became even more crowded.

However, although she has only been in the TV station for two years, she has done countless frontline interviews in the past two years, and she is not afraid of the harsh environment.

"Why are you driving to the service area at this time?" Cai Sirong patted the snow on his body and asked curiously.

Zhang Yi chuckled, "We are going to the service area to deliver food. What's going on with you? Why are you here so late?"

Zhan Yang controlled Big Mac, "Haha, I met a beautiful woman late at night. I would say this is fate."