Chapter 485 I Can't Sit Still

The fried cakes are made with lard, and the flour is made from Fuqiang flour that Grandma Ding bought specially from Kyoto. She only bought one pound of it, and sprinkled it with chives that she grew on the kitchen windowsill, as well as hand-ground five-spice powder and fried black sesame seeds.

The smell was so tempting that the group of children walked so heavily as if they were weighed down by lead. They took one step at a time, looked back every two steps, and pitifully expressed their desire.

But the grandmother couldn't receive their signals at all. She grinned at the strange girl with her gap-toothed face. Could it be that the seven-year-old child couldn't use chopsticks?

Shan Ziwei caught a glimpse of the envious and jealous looks of the older children, and continued to enjoy the preferential treatment with a smile, praising her sweetly.

The Ding family's house was the same as those of other families in the village, all thatched houses. However, the Ding family's courtyard was built later. Considering that there were three boys in the family, the main house had three rooms, two rooms on the east and two rooms on the west.

Normally, the main house should be occupied by the elderly and the eldest son, but old lady Ding was impatient with the shabby appearance of the eldest and second sons' homes, so she skipped them and let the third son live there.

The main room with partitions is not as spacious as the east and west rooms. But the sons and daughters-in-law of the two rooms argued that this was proof that Mrs. Ding was partial.

Throughout her life, Mrs. Ding never needed anyone to tell her what to do. She never listened to gossip, and others didn't dare to approach her easily.

Old Mrs. Ding set up dinner in her room and ate with Shan Ziwei.

In addition to the fried cakes, she also steamed a bowl of egg custard for her new granddaughter, with a drop of sesame oil and a few grains of sugar on it, a dish of red chili sauce, and two bowls of soup.

These things were not rare for Shan Ziwei, but she still ate them with a particularly happy and satisfied expression, and insisted on splitting them in half with Old Lady Ding.

After eating the fried pancakes with a little bit of hot sauce, Shan Ziwei became more and more convinced of Mrs. Ding's cooking skills. "Grandma, seriously, your cooking is better than that of the chef in our supply and marketing cooperative!"

There is one more thing I haven’t said: it would be such a waste if I don’t do business with this skill.

Old Mrs. Ding smiled and said, "It's OK as long as you are used to it. I'm just afraid that you will become thinner due to hunger and I won't be able to explain to your family."

Shan Ziwei tasted the soup, suddenly raised her head to look at Old Lady Ding, then took a sip and savored it carefully. "Grandma, is this chicken soup?"

"Yes, after we kill a chicken at home, we stew it until the bones are soft, collect the juice, dry it, and then grind it into powder. Whenever I make soup or dishes, sprinkle some on it. It tastes delicious and is nutritious.

Isn’t it better than eating the chicken in two or three meals?

When you go back, I will kill two chickens and make you a can of chicken powder to take with you!"

Shan Ziwei nodded repeatedly and did not refuse.

After dinner, she said something to Old Mrs. Ding, then she carried her bag, ran out of the yard and went to the next door.

"Hello, uncle and aunt! I'm here for a meeting. Am I not late?"

"No, sit down quickly, Teacher Xiao An just arrived too."

The staff dressed like the locals, taking off their woolen coats and work clothes and putting a few neatly patched patterns on their clothes.

Even through the screen, the audience could feel a strong rural flavor.

Thinking about how bright and energetic the staff were before, one can’t help but sigh that no job is easy.

"There is no electricity in the village. Our unit is equipped with batteries to power the television and lights. We can communicate for 40 minutes a day, so little Shan Ziwei must hurry up!" After the staff member gave the instructions, he left the room.

In order to facilitate the live broadcast, the lights were powerful enough to dazzle her eyes, making it difficult for her to adapt for a while.

"Weiwei is here too, welcome, welcome. Today is the first time our cute kids team has gathered together since our meeting in Kyoto.

Time is limited, so let's start the meeting formally! "An Zhixia smiled and greeted them while sitting in the office.

The children responded with smiles.

The TV screen is only this big and is divided into thirteen grids. Fortunately, the lights they have equipped are bright enough so that everyone's expression can be clearly seen.

"We had a meeting yesterday and the children have adapted well to their new families.

But because it was the first meeting, everyone spoke freely, and each person said a few words before the meeting was over," An Zhixia said helplessly. Boys can also be chatterboxes, and Shan Weiyuan and Di Guoliang alone took up half an hour.

"Our equipment is not very advanced right now, and we only have one class period every night. Please listen to me first, and raise your hands if you have any questions, okay?"

The twelve little guests listened attentively with serious faces and nodded heavily in response.

An Zhixia smiled and continued, "First of all, I want to thank you twelve kids for having the courage to participate in this 'Fake Daddy, Fake Mommy' program.

It is amazing to be able to live alone in a new environment away from your parents at such a young age.

What’s more, audiences across the country are closely following your live broadcasts, and many children will take you as their role models, cherish their lives, and grow up positively! ”

The children's faces flushed with praise, their eyes brightened, and their chests lifted unconsciously. They waved their hands modestly and whispered, "No, no."

They really didn't. I'm afraid that except for Shan Ziwei who simply wanted to experience life, Xia Liyun who left home in anger, and Xiao Jun who was stuffed in by his family, the rest of the children were more or less obsessed with money.

One thousand dollars is an astronomical amount of money for them, and being selected is a very lucky thing. They are obsessed with money and fame, and when they are separated from their families and come to their new home, they really realize what this show is all about.

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips and said, "Since it's a show, then we must have tasks and challenges like 'Speedy Xiahua'.

Of course, our bonuses and gifts are very generous, and no matter how much you receive, the program team will donate the same thing to our Tomorrow Welfare Organization in your name.

At that time, you can check the account book of Tomorrow Welfare Organization and pay attention to where your donated materials go.

In addition, as long as you stick to it for two months, the program team will also fulfill one of your reasonable wishes!"

The children were all excited when they heard this. Since they already had a contract with a base salary of 1,000 yuan, they were not that obsessed with the bonuses and gifts during the competition.

But they can use their own abilities to help other children, and what’s more, the program team can also fulfill one of their wishes!

They couldn't sit still anymore and clenched their fists to compete for the top three places.

"Okay, then I'll talk about our first task first, and then I'll answer your questions and we'll have a good discussion. Then I'll give your paired groups ten minutes to talk," An Zhixia said after the children calmed down.

(End of this chapter)