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Su Mo took a bite of the dish, it was indeed delicious, but it wasn't exaggerated to that extent, right?It was still a bit worse than what Bai Yiyuan did.

Teacher Wang looked at Su Mo's expression and explained with a smile: "Su Mo, don't think we are exaggerating, you don't know what kind of life we ​​are living these days, alas~"

Teacher Zhou took a mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth: "To tell you the truth, it's not easy for this kitchen to last until you come here. In the past few days, the pots and pans prepared by the program team have already changed a batch. Well, the ones we are using now are the ones that the program team said yesterday that there will be guests coming today, we are afraid that there will not be enough tableware, so the four of us went to the villagers' homes to work for a day before we got back."

"Oh, I will cry if I talk too much." Teacher Wang sighed.

Su Mo glanced at the plates on the table, and he said why the plates of the program group looked so colorful. It turned out that the plates that were originally prepared had been dropped.

Kong Yi knew what his elder brother was like cooking. Since the two teachers had eaten the meals made by the elder brother and let him cook today, it meant that the cooking skills of these two were probably not much better than that of the elder brother.

For the sake of his own stomach in the next week, Kong Yi said to everyone: "Okay, I heard from the program team that we will stay here for a week, so I will pay for all your meals during the week I am here, but I will leave after a week , there is no other way."

Kong Yu calmly picked up a chopstick dish for his younger brother, as if what Teacher Wang and Teacher Zhou said had nothing to do with him.

"Really?" Teacher Wang and Teacher Zhou said in surprise in unison.

Kong Yi nodded: "Of course, anyway, I used to cook at home all the time."

We just started eating here when we heard someone shouting at the door: "Is anyone there? There are guests coming, Mr. Wang?"

When Mr. Wang heard someone calling him, he quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and went out to look. A young man came in after a while.

"Come on, let me introduce to you. This is my student. He is only a senior this year, but he has already directed several short films." Teacher Wang dragged the introduction.

Mr. Wang is a well-known director who has directed many tens of millions of dramas. Although he has only released one drama in a few years, there has always been a rumor in the industry that "Wang is the director, and there will be classics". Visiting professor, and occasionally give a few lectures in the past.

The person who came was wearing light-colored jeans, a simple white shirt on his upper body, and his hair was cut short, looking very refreshing.

"Hello teachers, my name is Li Lin."

Seeing the half-eaten food on the table, Li Lin smiled embarrassedly: "It's a bad luck for me to come."

Teacher Wang pushed him towards the dining table and said, "Coincidentally, what's wrong? It's just in time."

"Come on, sit down first, haven't you had dinner yet? I'll get you a bowl."

"Ah, Teacher Wang, I ate on the plane." Li Lin said quickly.

Teacher Wang disapproved and said: "What delicious food can there be on the plane? Have another bite with us. Let me tell you, it's a coincidence that it's too early to come. Xiaoyi is the one who cooks today. The taste is very good. You Must try."

"Really? Then I'd rather be obedient than respectful." Li Lin said with a faint smile.

Li Lin took a seat for everyone and said hello to Kong Yu, Song Zimo and Teacher Zhou one by one.

"Ms. Kong, Mr. Song, Mr. Zhou." You should have done your homework before coming here.

The three nodded at him.

"My name is Kong Yi. I'm Kong Yu's younger brother. I'll be the chef tonight." Kong Yi waved at him.

"Hello." Li Lin smiled.

"Hi, my name is Su Mo, and I'm Song Zimo's friend." Su Mo also introduced himself.

"Hello."

After dinner, Mr. Wang took Li Lin to his room, while the others sat and chatted in the living room. This was stipulated by the director, and there must be activities after dinner every day to facilitate editing and broadcasting.

"What were your previous activities?" Kong Yi sat on the carpet with a pillow in his arms, frowning in distress.

"Before we were few, we couldn't play games or anything. We watched a movie together on the first day, and sang a song together on the second day... Yesterday your brother played a piano piece." Teacher Zhou recalled .

Kong Yi happened to be leaning against Kong Yu's leg at this time, so he looked up at his elder brother: "You can also play the piano? Why didn't I know?"

Kong Yu slapped his head away: "There are many things you don't know."

Kong Yi covered his head: "I don't care, I've never heard of it, I also want to listen to you play the piano, that's what we're going to do for tonight's event."

"Okay!" The people around followed suit, and Su Mo also joined in the fun.

Kong Yu had no choice but to get up and walk to the piano by the French window.

Soon the clear sound of the piano poured out from his fingertips, and everyone stopped making noise, and closed their eyes following the sound of the piano.

After the song was over, everyone got up and went back to the room to sleep, but Song Zimo found that Su Mo was still lying motionless on the single sofa.

"Su Mo? Su Mo?" Song Zimo called him softly.

Su Mo's slender eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

"Go back to the room and rest, be careful not to catch a cold." Song Zimo said to him.

"Hmm." Su Mo raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep, is it over?"

"Well, it's over." Seeing that Su Mo seemed to be awake and struggling to get up from the sofa, Song Zimo couldn't help laughing, "I'm tired from flying, it looks like you've been trapped like this."

Of course, it wasn't because Su Mo was tired from the plane, but because of the aura in his body. It was just inconvenient to tell Song Zimo, so he could only vaguely answer twice to show that he was right.

Seeing that he was so sleepy, Song Zimo didn't say much. After sending him to the door of the room, he turned and went back to his room.

After Su Mo returned to his room, he didn't even have time to wash up, so he fell on the bed and fell asleep. He was talking to Song Zimo outside just now, and now he couldn't bear it at every level.

The next morning, Su Mo woke up refreshed and refreshed after a good night's sleep. After washing up in the room, he went downstairs immediately.

Downstairs there were two people who got up earlier than him, Teacher Wang and Teacher Zhou. They were sitting under the grape arbor in the yard drinking tea, feeling very comfortable.

Teacher Zhou saw Su Mo coming out of the living room with sharp eyes, and waved at him, "Su Mo got up so early?"

Su Mo walked over to find an empty seat and sat down, nodded and said, "I went to bed early last night, and now I'm full of sleep, and the two teachers also got up so early?"

Teacher Zhou said with a smile: "We are getting older, we don't sleep much, and we can't fall asleep when we wake up. We might as well get up and breathe some fresh air."

He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for Su Mo: "Come on, do you want some tea?"

Su Mo took the teacup and took a sip. He doesn't like tea, he thinks the bitter taste is not good, and soda juice is more delicious.

Before sitting for a while, other people came out of the room one after another. The director came over and explained today's task: "Okay, everyone is here, let me tell you about today's task."

"The village chief's house has a large apple grove, which has recently matured and needs to be picked and sold. Your task today is to pick all the apples in the apple grove. If you finish, you will be rewarded, and of course, if you can't finish, you will be punished."

Everyone agreed, and after breakfast, they set off for the apple grove. At this time, they didn't know how big an apple grove was waiting for them.

After arriving at the apple orchard, everyone was stunned in place, and Song Zimo exaggeratedly called out: "No, director, there are so many apples, we won't be able to pick them all until next year."

The director ignored him, and raised his horn and said, "Okay, that's all for your tasks today, come on!"

Song Zimo swore that he definitely heard the schadenfreude in the director's tone.

But complaining is complaining about the work, and they still have to do it. After all, they are here to participate in the reality show, not for the real vacation. They work in groups of two and two, and then start with the assigned tools.

Since there were not many tools, each group was only allocated a net bag and a bamboo basket. Song Zimo poked around on the tree with the net bag, trying hard to get the apples down, and he was sweating after hooking a few apples.

Turning back to Su Mo, he said, "Just follow me with the bamboo basket first, and we'll switch jobs later."

Seeing that the other teams were doing the same thing, Su Mo nodded, but the speed was too slow. After half an hour, not a single tree was finished. If this continues, they will really have to work until next year.

Su Mo looked at the thick apple tree and thought for a while, then asked Song Zimo to stop and said, "No, this is too slow, or I will climb up to pick it, and you can pick it up below."

Song Zimo directly refused: "No, that's too dangerous..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Su Mo climbed up the tree with three thumps. "Fuck, have you practiced lightness kung fu? I went up before I saw you clearly."

Song Zimo looked at Su Mo on the tree in bewilderment.

Su Mo ignored him one by one, picked two big apples and said to Song Zimo, "Go on."

"Oh, wait...wait..." Seeing that Su Mo was about to throw the apple down, Song Zimo hurriedly stopped him for fear that the apple would break.

I looked around and found that there was really nothing to pick up, so I took off the baseball jacket I was wearing, put it on my arm backwards, and pinched the corner of the clothes with both hands to make a big cloth pocket.

Su Mo saw that he had made it up and threw it down casually, and it happened to land in Song Zimo's cloth pocket.

Su Mo finished picking the apples on the tree in two or three strokes, returned to the ground with a light jump, and went straight to the second tree.Song Zimo hurriedly followed him and stood still under the tree, waiting for Su Mo to throw the apples over, and then transfer the apples into the bamboo basket.

When the other groups finally picked an apple tree to catch their breath, they turned their heads and saw Song Zimo dragging a basket full of apples to the car, and then brought a new basket.

Several people looked at him in shock.

Song Zimo was inexplicably scared by their eyes, and stepped back holding the bamboo basket: "What are you doing?"