Zhou Xiao asked cautiously: "When the director did this, didn't you think about resisting?" Zhou Xiao dared to ask this before the show started filming.
The two looked at each other, and this time it was Ai Qing who answered Zhou Xiao.
"I did resist, but it was useless. This generation's audiences just like variety shows that don't follow the rules. The director won't care about our lives anymore because he's reaping the benefits. As long as we don't starve to death, that's all that matters!
If we really can't find anything to eat, the director will give us two steamed buns, which is enough to fill our stomachs. For anything else, forget it!
The director said, "As an artist, even if you are given a feast, you wouldn't dare to eat it. In the end, you would still eat a little bit. So you just save it. You save food and gain popularity. How great is that!"
“…”
What the director said suddenly seemed so right, but is that what he meant?
Zhou Xiao was amazed, but then he felt something was wrong.
"But if you haven't eaten enough, how will you get the energy to work? If you don't work and complete the task, how are you going to exchange things with the director?"
This is a vicious cycle. The two episodes she watched before seemed to be just this miserable.
Unable to exchange some food from the director, Zhang Yong ended up being so hungry that he started eating raw corn.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was a trap. Zhang Yong didn't want to talk anymore and gave him a look that said, "You understand."
"So you know how the show got its nickname! Just a friendly reminder, we haven't done any work yet today."
What this means is that I'm afraid I won't be able to exchange things with the director today.
"......\"
This means that today she will also become one of those who eat steamed buns, and I don’t want that!
Zhou Xiao collapsed.
But the director didn't care whether Zhou Xiao collapsed or not. Seeing that Zhou Xiao had almost figured it out and Zhang Yong and Zhang Yong had almost finished their meal, he immediately jumped out and announced the start of recording.
Since the meeting had begun, several people had to start their business and immediately stopped chatting.
Of course, this kind of variety show starts with unpacking, confiscating some things that Zhou Xiao shouldn’t have brought, and also giving gifts to the guests at this time.
Zhou Xiao had no objection. She had done her homework before coming and could see it however she wanted.
The director signaled Zhou Xiao to open the box, and Zhang Yong helped push it over. He didn't know what Zhou Xiao brought, but he knew it was very heavy.
I thought it was some clothes, cosmetics and some food, and wondered if Zhou Xiao hadn't done his homework and why he brought so much food. But when I opened it, I was shocked.
It’s actually a stone! The staff member who was comforted earlier saw that Zhou Xiao had not lied to her, it was really a stone!
Everyone's eyes immediately became very strange. They had seen people participating in variety shows bring all kinds of food, drinks, clothes and even toys, but this was the first time they saw someone bringing stones.
Especially for this kind of farm work experience, why bring stones, for self-defense? Isn't it a bit exaggerated?
Such a big stone would kill the person directly, right?
Ai Qing couldn't help but asked, "Sister Zhou, why do you carry stones? They are so big, it's a bit too much to use them for self-defense, right?" Ai Qing trembled.
Zhou Xiao knew they had misunderstood and shook his head repeatedly, "No, it's not Ai Qing.
This isn't just any stone, nor is it for self-defense. This is just a pickle stone. I brought it with me to make pickles."
"Pickled vegetables?" Zhang Yong's eyes lit up. "You can make pickled vegetables. How do they taste? Are they delicious?"
Zhou Xiao said modestly: "It should be okay."
In fact, when Zhou Xiao was in the orphanage, there was a large vegetable patch behind the orphanage, and the teachers there would take the children to pick vegetables.
Some of it was left for eating, and some was used to make pickles to eat slowly. The teacher had good cooking skills, and the pickles he made were salty, spicy and refreshing, very delicious.
Zhou Xiao learned a little from him and thought he was pretty good.
Zhang Yong was instantly excited and pulled Zhou Xiao towards the kitchen. Ai Qing followed closely behind, and both of them looked equally excited.
"Come here, Xiaoxiao, we harvested a lot of cabbages from the field before and didn't process them. Now they are piled up in the kitchen. I thought they would all rot, but now that you are here, they can finally be put to use!"
He didn't say anything more. If Zhou Xiao's pickles were not bad, they could live on pickles from now on, and he wouldn't have to eat raw corn anymore.
They had been a little wary of Zhou Xiao before. After all, they had done their homework before Zhou Xiao came and knew that she was a troublemaker. They were determined to stay away from her, and Zhang Hui didn't come down for this reason.
But now, the two of them still lost because of their stomach problems.
Well, it’s not shameful. Everything is for survival. Besides, Zhou Xiao looks like a good person. Some rumors on the Internet are too unreliable!
Zhou Xiao did not resist. She brought Shi Tou here just to process the cabbages. She knew about these vegetables before she came.
Wei the Devil looked down upon these cabbages and left them alone, but others wanted to deal with them but they didn't, so these vegetables survived.
After all, unprocessed cabbage does not look good.
However, isn't this show a little too fresh and unconventional? The guests have to start working right after they arrive. Zhou Xiao complained in his heart.
But he still took the bib that Ai Qing handed to him enthusiastically and put it on, then took a pair of gloves and started to process the cabbage.
Fortunately, the kitchen has everything. Zhou Xiao had seen a pickle jar in the corner of the kitchen on the show before, so there was no need to worry about having no place to put it.
Zhou Xiao took a bag, put 10 cabbages in it, and was about to carry it to the yard.
Zhou Xiao took one and shook it. It was quite big, almost 6 pounds each. There were almost 20 of them here. Not bad, not bad. I should be able to pickle a lot of them.
Zhou Xiao patted the cabbage in his hand with satisfaction and walked away.
Looking at Zhou Xiao striding forward, carrying ten 6-jin cabbages as easily as a piece of cloth, and then looking at myself carrying one in each hand, I felt a little embarrassed.
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