Chapter 147 Spin-off Program (Final) End

Just then, a large group of logistics personnel from the program team finally arrived.

Xie Qingyu caught a glimpse of a person in charge helping Grandma Wu walk away. The two of them were pushing and shoving each other, and it was obvious that they were discussing compensation.

He pursed his lips and smiled, then continued to dig the purslane in front of him.

He is very familiar with this wild vegetable.

When I was a child, I followed my grandmother to the fields and dug up a lot of them.

The young leaves can be blanched and served cold, while the old stems can be dried and stewed with meat. They all taste like what we remember.

Xie Qingyu dug carefully, keeping the roots intact so that they could be preserved longer after drying, leaving them for Grandma Wu and the others to eat slowly.

"Brother, look!"

Suddenly, two bright red wild peaches appeared before my eyes, glowing with attractive colors under the natural sunlight.

Xie Qingyu looked up and saw, as expected, Leo puppy who came to take credit.

"Where did it come from?" Xie Qingyu took the peach and rubbed a layer of fine fuzz with his fingertips.

This season is indeed the time when wild peaches ripen, but it is unexpected to find such good quality ones on the edge of the forest.

Like a magic trick, Leo pulled out two more green and red ones from his pocket, rubbed them casually on his lapel and then "cracked".

The sour juice made his face wrinkle like a bun, but he still pointed in the distance and said incoherently: "Over there... in the woods... hiss... so sour!"

Xie Qingyu couldn't help laughing and handed the two intact peaches in his hand back.

He knew this wild peach very well. The unripe flesh was hard and astringent, and one bite would numb your tongue for a long time.

Seeing how hard Leo was chewing it and hearing the crunchy sound, you could tell what the piece in his hand tasted like.

"Brother, these two are really sweet!" Leo explained hurriedly, tears welling up in his eyes from the sourness, but he still emphasized, "I've tasted them! These are the only good ones left on the tree; the rest have been pecked by birds..."

He had smelled the fragrance of peaches from a long distance away, and when he followed the scent, he found a small peach tree.

No one takes care of the peach trees in the wild, and the varieties are not very good. There were only a few peaches left on the tree he found, and the rest were eaten by birds.

The two in Xie Qingyu's hand were the ones he tasted because he found the one that was not as red and found it sweet, so he kept the remaining two separately.

"You don't want to eat? Then give it to me!" Wei Liangchen, who had been sitting next to them, had been eavesdropping with his ears perked up. Seeing the two of them pushing each other, he stood up and leaned over.

Leo reacted very quickly. He took the bright red peach and stuffed it back into his pocket. Then he took out two green peaches from his other pocket and handed them over: "Here, eat this!"

Since his brother doesn't want to eat it now, just keep it in your pocket. He will definitely want to eat it after he goes back and washes it.

Seeing that he actually got a share, Wei Liangchen didn't despise it. He took the peach, rubbed the fuzz on it, and opened his mouth to bite it.

Xie Qingyu was quick-witted and quick-handed. With a "snap", the peach in his hand flew out, and the fruit rolled several times on the ground.

"Benefactor~" Wei Liangchen was not annoyed, but tugged at the corner of Xie Qingyu's clothes with grievance, "Why won't you let me eat~"

Xie Qingyu asked calmly, "Which hand did you use to pick the mushrooms?"

This kid is really a tiger. I don’t know how he managed to grow up this big.

Wei Liangchen was petrified instantly, and belatedly looked at his dirty claws - wow, they were the same pair he used to pick poisonous mushrooms!

He cried out "Ah!" and pounced on Xie Qingyu, howling with tears and snot: "Wuwuwu, benefactor! You saved my life again!!!"

Leo had just gone to pick wild peaches and had no idea what Wei Liangchen was up to.

But at this moment, seeing that this guy was shamelessly clinging to Xie Qingyu, the food-guarding puppy immediately rushed over.

He grabbed Xie Qingyu's other arm and tried to push Wei Liangchen away.

"Stop it..." Xie Qingyu was caught in the middle and felt like a human tug-of-war rope. Fortunately, both of them were restraining their strength. Although they seemed to be making a fierce fight, they were actually being very cautious.

Seeing this, the other contestants had almost finished digging up all the wild vegetables, so they put down their wild vegetable baskets and joined the battle.

The originally quiet grassland suddenly became bustling with people pushing and shoving each other. Xie Qingyu despairingly discovered that he had inexplicably become the center of the melee.

The teenagers' laughter startled the tits in the tree and made them fly away, while the camera faithfully captured this youthful vitality forever.

"How is it? I said the random theme was effective, okay?" The derivative program planning teacher who came over with the logistics team proudly nudged his colleague from the director team with his elbow.

The director's staff glanced at him expressionlessly: "You call this 'sticking to the theme'?" She pointed to the scene that was completely off the script and asked, "What does this scene have to do with you?"

The planning teacher touched his nose awkwardly, but his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the scene in the camera - sunshine, grass, and laughing teenagers. It was much more vivid than what was written in the script.

"It's almost time to go back and cook~" Grandma Wu shook off the staff who were chasing her to give her money and walked briskly towards Xie Qingyu and the others.

Her agile movements and deft positioning didn't make her look like an elderly lady at all. The staff following behind her were panting with exhaustion.

Grandma Wu turned her head proudly, took Xie Qingyu's wrist, picked up her basket and walked down the mountain, with a long line of people following behind her.

I told her it wasn't a big deal and she hadn't eaten anything good, but she still insisted on giving her money.

If she was short of this little money, she wouldn't have moved here with a few brothers and sisters. When she was living with her son and daughter in the city, she would always be given money.

If you ask her, instead of giving her money, the production team should give the kids better food. Look how hungry they are this morning. It's really pitiful!

oops! ! !

Suddenly, Grandma Wu slapped her forehead, which scared Xie Qingyu.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Xie Qingyu supported her nervously.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Grandma Wu waved her hands in annoyance, but kept walking. She was really old and should have taken over just now.

Then you can give the money to the kids and let them buy whatever they want to eat. How nice is that.

Xie Qingyu observed carefully along the way, and only felt relieved after returning to the courtyard and confirming that she was indeed fine.

Old people are always like this. They like to keep quiet about minor illnesses and pains, for fear of causing trouble to the younger generation.

After returning to the courtyard, everyone began to line up to wash their hands under the command of Grandma Wu.

Wei Liangchen was given special attention. Grandma Wu personally rubbed his hands with soap, which made him grimace.

When he was finally released, his claws were as red as a boiled crab, and he could only squat under the eaves and blow air into his palms.

"This isn't washing hands, this is skinning..." Wei Liangchen grumbled aggrievedly, and he didn't even react when Gu Yan, who was passing by, pulled his hair.

Grandma Wu looked like she was doing something very serious, picking and choosing from a row of wild vegetable baskets with her hands behind her back.

With Xie Qingyu, a little cooking expert, as the main force, and a group of good helpers who wash and cut vegetables, the kitchen soon filled with tempting aroma.

The old lady even dug out her treasured collection of cured meats and asked a grandfather named Lao Ding to go to the backyard and catch two chickens.

The quiet old man Ding moved very skillfully. With a flick of his knife, he cut the necks of the two chickens quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

It was just a pity for Wen Yan and Liu Xiu who tried to stop the people. The chicken blood splashed all over their faces, scaring them so much that they screamed and ran around the yard. They probably had a traumatic experience of killing chickens for the rest of their lives.

"What a sin..." Grandma Wu looked at the two frightened kids and put a chicken wing into each of their bowls to calm them down. Then she put a big chicken leg into Xie Qingyu's bowl next to them.

The midday sun shone across the courtyard. Two round tables were put together, filled with wild delicacies: stir-fried purslane glistening with oil, pickled meat and stir-fried wild onions were fragrant, and golden chicken soup was floating with oil stars... More than twenty young people surrounded six elderly people, eating with great enthusiasm.

Wei Liangchen had almost finished eating. He held his cheek with his hand, staring at the shiny red piece of watercress between Xie Qingyu's chopsticks.

This thing looks like a small branch, with sections one after another. Grandma Wu mixed it to make it spicy and fragrant, but no one at the table dared to touch it except Xie Qingyu and Grandma Wu.

With a "crunch", Xie Qingyu chewed two more pieces without changing his expression. The crisp sound made Wei Liangchen swallow his saliva.

Grandma Wu’s cooking skills are truly amazing. She can even make this strange wild vegetable look so tempting.

"Try it? It's not bad." The evil Yu Yuzi came online, and Xie Qingyu blinked his eyes with a harmless smile on his lips.

If someone else said this, Wei Liangchen would definitely hesitate for three seconds. But this was Xie Qingyu who said it!

Without saying a word, he picked up one and put it in his mouth, chewing it happily.

He had tasted all the other wild vegetables on the table. Which one wasn't fresh and delicious? This one was definitely...

Wei Liangchen was chewing when he suddenly realized that the whole table was quiet.

When he looked up, he saw that everyone was staring at him with bated breath, especially Gu Qiong, who was holding his chin with a smile that only showed that he was watching a good show.

“Gudong——”

As the first mouthful of saliva was secreted, a strong earthy smell exploded in the mouth, followed by the stench of dead fish that rushed straight to the top of the head. It felt like swallowing a rusty knife covered with fish scales.

But this is in front of the camera, and he is an idol. Wouldn't it be indecent to spit it out?

Wei Liangchen's face instantly twisted into an abstract painting. He pounded his thighs under the table until they were bruised before he forced himself to swallow the "biochemical weapon".

"Oh, is it going to mutate?" Gu Qie exaggeratedly leaned back and pretended to protect his bowl, "I'm so scared~"

Wei Liangchen ignored him and just looked at Xie Qingyu with tears in his eyes.

The instigator, Yu, blinked innocently, then picked up another piece of zheergen with leaves and chewed it with chopsticks in front of everyone, saying, "It's really delicious~"

The other contestants all moved their bowls away, but Leo, the protective puppy, hesitated and picked the smallest piece.

As soon as he entered the mouth, his pupils trembled, and he jumped out with a cry of "Ah" and vomited far away with his back to the camera.

Xie Qingyu shook his head regretfully, and slowly enjoyed the whole plate of zheergen with Grandma Wu, who was smiling beside him.

The afternoon sunlight was filtered through the branches and leaves of the crape myrtle tree, turning into a gentle golden stream, flowing quietly on the bluestone slabs in the yard.

After clearing the dishes, everyone sat in groups of three or four under the shade of the trees. Grandma Wu was afraid that these city kids couldn't stand the scorching sun at noon, so she didn't bother taking them out.

Some contestants felt sleepy and took a nap on the rattan chair, their eyelashes casting a light shadow on their cheeks.

More people sat around a few elderly people, watching their fingers flying magically among the bamboo strips.

Grandpa Qiu’s craftsmanship is extremely exquisite; bamboo strips seem to be given life in his hands.

"Come, take them and play with them." Grandpa Qiu distributed the woven small objects to everyone one by one.

Xie Qingyu took a bamboo dragonfly, and its slender wings fluttered gently in the air. As his fingertips turned, the dragonfly seemed to be ready to fly away with the wind at any time.

Wei Liangchen happily held up the unique bamboo ball and showed it off in front of everyone: "See? This is a specially made one!"

He didn't notice at all that the birds and animals in other people's hands were lifelike, but his was just a small educational toy for infants and young children.

Xie Qingyu pursed her lips and chuckled, looking at Grandpa Qiu's hesitant expression. What bad intentions did the old man have?

I am just using the simplest way to make educational toys.

A breeze blew by, and the petals of the crape myrtle fluttered down, and a few of them happened to fall into Wei Liangchen's hair.

He was still happily throwing and catching the bamboo ball, completely unaware of the laughing faces of the people around him.

Grandma Wu was waving a palm-leaf fan, and every wrinkle at the corner of her eyes was filled with a loving smile.

The sunlight casts a soft warm color on this cozy scene, freezing this moment of peace and joy forever.

After receiving the small gifts, although they were penniless, everyone enthusiastically asked the logistics staff for tools, intending to add some new ideas to the courtyard.

Especially the plaque at the entrance that scared many contestants half to death needs to be changed. It doesn’t look very auspicious.

Grandma Wu and several other elderly people were particularly supportive of this.

It turns out that this courtyard was built on the foundation of Grandpa Qiu’s house. A few years ago, a developer wanted to turn it into a tourist attraction.

The project was abandoned halfway through due to a broken funding chain, and even the money for the land purchase was not paid.

In a fit of anger, Grandpa Qiu simply asked a few old friends who were bored in the city to move back home, and from then on he refused to sell his house to anyone who asked.

"This yard is like a patchwork bag." Grandma Wu explained, pointing everywhere.

The original design was in an antique style, and the half-built eaves and corners are still faintly visible.

Later, the old people added pieces here and there: Grandpa Qiu made a fence out of bamboo, Grandpa Li who loved to pick up scraps drove a tricycle to bring back the plaque from the city, Grandma Hu planted herbs in the corner of the wall... As for Grandma Wu, she was the housekeeper.

When various elements come together, they create a different kind of vitality.

At this moment, the young people are busy adding new marks to this "strange and bizarre" courtyard.

Xie Qingyu stood outside the courtyard gate, looking up at the brand new plaque.

The originally mottled red paint is now dotted with various childlike graffiti.

His eyes rested on the little yellow flower and dandelion he had drawn, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a soft arc.

Suddenly, I felt a cold touch on my palm.

Looking down, I saw a very familiar glass bottle with water droplets hanging on the bottle body and a few ruby-red raspberries inside.

"Where's your candy?" Xie Qingyu shook the bottle and looked teasingly at Bai Tang who was pretending to be indifferent.

"I ate it." Bai Tang's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes drifted to the distant mountains. "Don't you... like this? When you're sad, you'll feel happy when you can eat something you like."

Just as Xie Qingyu was about to ask further questions, Bai Lang had already turned and walked away, as if he really just happened to pass by.

At this time, the exclusive fat PD who had left for a while to take care of his personal hygiene also hurried over with a camera.

Xie Qingyu lowered his head and stared at the water droplets on his fingertips, thinking helplessly, so did he give some wrong signals that made people think that he really needed to be fed?

Thinking about it carefully, it was probably because Grandma Wu happened to feed him a raspberry when he was going up the mountain. He felt a little sorry that the season was almost over. If it were in season, the raspberries would be everywhere in the mountains. Because he just mentioned it casually, there was no further follow-up and he didn't take it to heart.

So, this person didn't see anyone all day, so he ran to look for this?

"Really..." Xie Qingyu gently unscrewed the bottle cap, and the sweet and sour fruity aroma hit her face.

To be honest, he was a little touched. Good friends, good friends ^v^~

Happy times are always so short.

As dusk fell, the sunset glow painted the mountains orange. With the staff's gentle urging, the young people reluctantly said goodbye to the elderly.

The sound of the bus engine came faintly from the foot of the mountain, as if reminding us that the time of departure had come.

Several old men and women supported each other and stood at the door to watch them leave, with their hands raised for a long time.

Grandma Wu insisted on sending them to the intersection, but was gently stopped by Xie Qingyu. The old lady's hands were rough but warm, just like the hands in her memory.

"We will definitely come back." Xie Qingyu's voice was soft, but every word was firm. He looked into Grandma Wu's moist eyes and quietly added, "I definitely will."

The mountain breeze swept in and blew away a few more crape myrtle petals.

The figures of the old people standing in front of the courtyard gate gradually became blurred, only their waving arms remained stubbornly in the twilight.

Xie Qingyu walked at the end of the team, and every step seemed to be stepping on the strings of memory.

When he reached halfway up the mountain, he couldn't help but look back.

The small courtyard in the distance has been hidden in the twilight, and only the plaque with the word "renewal" is still vaguely visible.

The little yellow flower he painted in the corner, even though it had become a blurry yellow due to the distance, still stubbornly lit up in the afterglow of the setting sun, like an unspoken promise...