I hate seeing the facade

The recording of Tuanzong started to get on the right track.

On the first day of recording, the director said so.

"In order to let you relax, let's do some relaxing games to warm up."

Fang Yiran grew up so big, it was the first time he knew that double wrestling could also be called a small game.

"What a relaxing little game." Yu Jingliang lay on the ground, panting like a seventy-year-old man, "After playing, my waist doesn't hurt anymore, and my legs don't hurt anymore, even my heart doesn't beat too much."

In the end, the director team made a decent ranking. Andy and Sun Hua were first and second, Fang Yiran was in the middle, and Yu Ronghe and Yu Jingliang were at the bottom.

The time was approaching noon, and the game session was finished, so it was time to have lunch.

"We have prepared a top-notch sashimi banquet with Japanese characteristics." The director team kindly told them a piece of good news, a piece of good news that had nothing to do with Fang Yiran.

"The top two in the wrestling match can go to lunch now, and the remaining three, you have additional tasks to do."

So Sun Hua and Andy happily went to eat a big meal, while the three they lost collapsed in the car exhausted and continued to the next mission location.

At this moment, the cameraman still dedicatedly captured their fatigue.

Fang Yiran can actually understand the intention of the director team.

As for variety shows, they all like to have this kind of small plots of contrasting likes and sorrows. If there are conflicts and highlights, fans and audiences will find it more interesting.

But he still felt that Yu Rong beside him became unhappy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yu Rong didn't talk much at first, lost the game and was hungry and had no food to eat, the child was sullen, with a cold face, and now he didn't say a word at all.

Fang Yiran sighed silently.

Half an hour later, the nanny's car stopped in front of an elegant Japanese-style house.

This is a famous local wagashi shop. The task of the three of them is to learn how to make wagashi here, and the final product must be sold successfully to complete the task.

Fang Yiran was genuinely depressed.

"Are we really a boy group?" He asked blankly, "Why do we three big men make these flowery balls here?"

"I was offended." Yu Jingliang, who always likes to toss small handicrafts, confronted Fang Yiran dissatisfiedly, "Why can't a big man make flowery dumplings?"

Fang Yiran surrendered: "I shut up."

On the other hand, Yu Rong just muttered in a low voice: "Hungry."

So the director team showed mercy and changed the rules slightly: every time a wagashi is made and the appearance passes the test, you can go to the director team to receive a piece of food.

Although it is still a few grades behind the top sashimi, but there is food and motivation.The spirits of the three of them rose a little bit. They gathered around the table and learned how to knead wagashi from the teacher honestly.

After half an hour.

"Little Yu Rong, we are kneading wagashi, not steamed buns," Yu Jingliang said.

"And Lao Fang, we are making wagashi, not shit."

The photographer quickly took a close-up close-up of the work of the three of them.

Yu Jingliang's part is almost done in style.This buddy has always been weak in body but dexterous in mind, and now he is carefully carving the texture of petals with a carving knife.

As for Yu Rong, he actually mastered the first half of the steps quite well. He carefully wrapped the white bean paste in the glutinous rice skin and kneaded it into small round balls.However, when he started to step into the meticulous manual steps of kneading and carving patterns, he gradually felt a little powerless.

So after such a long time, the wagashi in front of him still maintains a round and rudimentary shape.

Fang Yiran's works are more realistic.

He didn't even make the most basic prototype of the dumpling, let alone the follow-up small details.He kneaded the white bean paste and glutinous rice skin together in a chaotic manner, and got a lump of embarrassing color and shape.

Yu Jingliang finished the first wagashi quickly, and returned with a tempura burger from the director, and gnawed on it happily.

"Fragrant." Yu Jingliang succinctly expressed his happiness at the moment.

Fang Yiran was already dizzy from hunger, but now he smelled the smell of food and his eyes turned green, and the man's blood was instantly aroused.

He stood up abruptly, determined not to sit still.

"Little Yu Rong?" Fang Yiran held his failed lump in his hand, moved to Yu Rong's side, and opened his mouth with an awkward smile.

Yu Rong was holding a carving knife in his hand and staring at the dumpling in front of him in a daze. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Fang Yiran coldly and vigilantly.

Fang Yiran ignored Yu Rong's hostility, cleared his throat, and started his chant.

"What's happening now is that we're both hungry and neither of us can make it."

Fang Yiran tried his best to make his eyes deep and sincere.

"You don't know how to carve flowers and I don't know how to make dumplings, so why don't we form an alliance, you just need to make dumplings that you are good at, and then I will be in charge of carving, in exchange for half of the food, how about it?"

Yu Rong narrowed his eyes.

The man in front of him had heroic features, a bright and frank smile, an eloquent mouth, and a sincere and sincere light in his eyes.

However, his intuition told him to stay away from this man, the farther the better.

Yu Rong subconsciously wanted to refuse, but his stomach twisted suddenly.

...really hungry.

"Okay." Yu Rong responded blankly.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Yiran and Yu Rong made their first finished product.

The two work together, and the efficiency is not too low.In fact, Fang Yiran's engraving technique is a bit rough, but if you don't delve into the details, it's barely passable.

Yu Rong carefully held the small light green flower dumpling and handed it over to the director team.

The director looked at the ambiguous wagashi and fell into deep thought for a while.

"Fold it to me." Yu Rong said.

Director group: "...Okay."

Yu Rong happily went back with a warm chicken sandwich.

Fang Yiran was burying his head in carving in a dignified manner, when he felt Yu Rong running back like a gust of wind, and shook the sandwich in his hand as if asking for credit.

"It's over!" Yu Rong's eyes brightened.

Fang Yiran's heart trembled inexplicably.

He tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and pretended to look at the semi-finished product in his hand, but after a while, he still couldn't help laughing.

A sandwich is enough, and children are really easy to coax.

"Eat the sandwiches first, then let's make a few more and change to something to eat." Fang Yiran made a plan in an orderly manner.

Yu Rong nodded obediently.

He unpacked the sandwich, took out two halves of the sandwich, put one half in his mouth, lifted the other half, and handed it to Fang Yiran.

In fact, Fang Yiran could go to the nearby pool to wash his hands, and then take it and eat it by himself.But seeing the boy tilting his head with a sandwich in his mouth, obediently handing him food, he turned his head and came up with an idea.

"I haven't finished engraving this on hand, let's hurry up, otherwise the food will be snatched away by that old thief Yu Jingliang." Fang Yiran said.

Yu Rong bit the sandwich and nodded.

Holding up the carving knife, Fang Yiran began to lie without changing his face, "My hands are dirty, it would be too time-consuming to come back after washing them to carve."

"Feed me, Yu Rong."

Yu Rong was stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong, but after careful consideration, he felt that what Fang Yiran said seemed to be correct.

He stared at Fang Yiran suspiciously.

Fang Yiran looked back innocently and frankly.

Yu Rong finally compromised and raised the sandwich in his hand, bringing it to Fang Yiran's mouth.

The videographer rushed to record the footage of the friendship between teammates that moved the world.

Fang Yiran was busy carving flowers in his hands, turning his head from time to time to take a bite of a sandwich in Yu Rong's hand, his movements were so smooth and natural.

Weird, Fang Yiran thought while chewing.

This sandwich looks quite ordinary, why does it taste so delicious?

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Yu Rong: I still feel that something is not right