At seven o'clock at night, after seeing off the last villager, the group sat around the long table to eat.

Taking advantage of the time everyone was together, Shen Yingyu reviewed the relevant work at hand:

"Of the 150 RV camping spots planned for the shallow water beach, 93 people have already paid deposits through the live broadcast pre-sale."

Yan Jie then asked, "What about the Thousand Family Banquet?"

Shen Yingyu: "As of now, 633 people have paid a deposit."

Yan Jie turned to look at Yu Xiangwan, and she said slowly:

"We have pre-ordered two cows and five pigs from farmers. We have recruited butchers, chefs, vegetable cutters, and waiters. All that is left is the ingredients and tableware, which we have already started preparing."

"When the time comes, go to the head chef and ask for a list. Take Xi Mei and Chai Fei with you and prepare all the ingredients a day in advance. Buy all disposable tableware for convenience and hygiene."

Yan Jie thought for a moment and then said, "The preparations for three days and six meals are almost complete. As for the campsite, the diesel generator—"

His gaze swept across to Jiang Hexi, who was dozing off opposite him, while Chu Yang was propping his chin up with his eyes half-closed. Everyone present looked exhausted, and he suddenly realized something:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have discussed these things at the dinner table."

The living room fell silent.

Jiang Hexi, caught off guard by her "fishing" attempt, suddenly snapped out of her daze. Looking around, she saw everyone sitting silently, and she too adopted a solemn expression, looking as if she were deep in thought and puzzled.

Yan Jie looked at her and a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

Yu Xiangwan got up, ladled the kelp, winter melon, and pork rib soup into bowls, and distributed them to everyone.

"Drink the soup while it's hot; once your stomach is warm, everything tastes better."

Chu Yang snapped out of his daze, took the rib soup, gulped it down in one go, and then handed the empty bowl back to the other side.

"Sister, another bowl, please."

Yu Xiangwan took his bowl and filled it with pork rib soup, then handed it to him.

Chu Yang took a deep breath and gulped down the entire bowl of soup. He then showed the empty bowl again, smiling somewhat sheepishly.

"I've been feeling really weak lately, I need to replenish myself, sis, another bowl, please."

Yu Xiangwan, holding an empty spoon, glanced at the remaining broth in the large bowl, then at the untouched bowls of soup beside her, and said in a consultative tone:

"Who doesn't want some soup? Give Chu Yang a bowl."

Upon hearing this, the people who had previously complained about the effort of eating started carrying their bowls and drinking soup. Even Yan Jie subtly moved his soup bowl closer to the table.

Chu Yang stood up, craned his neck to look into the soup bowl, and said regretfully, "There's none left."

He immediately turned his attention to the spicy stir-fried chicken, grabbed a full bowl of it, and sat down to eat it with gusto.

Those who were still drinking soup at the long table began to pick up their chopsticks.

Young people just don't know any sportsmanship when they eat.

[Hilarious! Little White Poplar falls asleep instantly and has a huge appetite, single-handedly turning the whole dinner party around!]

When people are tired, they really don't want to eat, provided there's food available. If there's no food, who cares about being tired?

As usual, every Saturday at 8 pm, the seven of them would watch "Let's Farm, Rich Second Generation" on time.

They didn't watch the show last time, and although Director Chen didn't say anything to them outwardly, his expression was already very unpleasant.

This time, they were quite self-disciplined. After finishing their meal, they each settled down on the sofa, finding a comfortable position to sit or lie down, all watching the pre-broadcast commercials on Jiangsu TV in complete silence.

When the farming reality show officially started airing, all seven of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

Director Chen: "..."

This is their attitude towards watching the show!

Looking at the various sleeping postures of the guests in the live broadcast, the assistant director spoke up for the netizens, saying:

"Director, over 100,000 netizens are watching their sleeping postures online. Should we wake them up? This attitude towards business is too perfunctory."

"Need not."

"But this affects the quality of the live stream. The other side is currently airing a farming variety show, and those popular celebrities are singing and dancing, all actively promoting themselves. The comparison is hurtful. If it really doesn't work, maybe we should just shut down the live stream?"

Director Chen didn't answer the question directly, but instead asked him:

"Comparing the popularity and traffic of the two sides, whose is higher now?"

"Of course it's us. We've consistently been in the top ten of the red list, while they're at least in the thirties."

"That solves the problem. It's a win-win situation in terms of popularity and traffic. Why shut down the live stream?"

The assistant director was speechless at this question. He looked at the live broadcast camera and said with concern:

"Who knows when they'll wake up? If this continues, all the viewers will eventually be exposed."

"That's not necessarily true. It's understandable that they're so tired. Viewers who have been watching the live stream should understand."

After saying this to comfort himself, Director Chen suddenly changed the subject: "Besides, they won't be able to sleep for long, and Chu Yang will take action on his own."

Chu Yang, on whom high hopes were placed, was fast asleep on the sofa.

The crew members stood in a circle on the outer stage, all waiting for the explosive snoring sound to begin.

Half an hour passed, and the only sound in the living room was the program playing.

An hour passed, and the snoring still hadn't started.

Two hours later, the fifth episode of the farming reality show officially ended.

Shen Yingyu was the first to wake up. He sat up from the sofa and saw the preview for the next episode playing on the screen. He nudged Yan Jie and Xie Wanyi beside him.

"The show is over. Everyone wake up, get up and go back to your rooms to sleep."

The six people were woken up one after another, and then got up from the sofa with yawns. After waking up, they went back to their rooms to wash up and go to sleep.

This is the reality of live-streamed documentary variety shows—so real that even Director Chen didn't dare look at the backstage live-stream data.

But the assistant director took the initiative to tell him, "Director, we're ninth on the red list! We haven't fallen off!"

Director Chen quickly asked, "What about the farming variety show from our rivals?"

"Thirteenth on the red list, a few places behind us. Their online users once dropped to 60,000 or 70,000, while we remained stable at over 100,000."

The assistant director shook his head, puzzled. "It's really hard to judge the behavior of this generation of netizens."

Director Chen looked at the comments section below, found the most popular comment, and showed it to him:

Are there any other farming enthusiasts like me who watch live streams on their phones and variety shows on their tablets, doing it all with equal gusto?

The assistant director, seeing the astonishing number of likes on this comment, remarked with relief:

"Luckily, they fell asleep when the farming reality show aired. Under normal circumstances, these numbers would definitely be unbearable to look at."

Director Chen nodded in agreement, having long forgotten their negative attitude of being asleep when the show started.