After waiting for nearly a minute, Sheng Yuan still didn't speak.

In this silent atmosphere——

"Director, do you remember the weather on the first day of recording the show?" Sheng Yuan suddenly asked.

The director didn't understand and was stunned: "What?"

"At half past six that morning, the wind was quite strong and cold." The words in this sentence were clearly pronounced, especially the three words "half past six".

In an instant.

The director and all the staff members present felt as if they were pricked by needles on the forehead. They stood still and had goose bumps all over their bodies.

They don’t remember the weather on the first day of the show’s recording, but they remember 'six thirty', which was the wrong task time set by their program team for the guests in Group A after discussion...

It was this wrong mission time that caused Group A to start in hell mode.

Everyone looked at each other guiltily and swallowed instinctively. The girl's red lips were curled up in a half-smile, and there was not much emotion in her almond-shaped eyes, but they could feel a hint of coldness and a chill on the back of their necks.

Why, why does it feel like we're about to 'start settling accounts'? ! ! No way, no way, no way...

Sheng Yuan chuckled.

I don’t know why, but this smile sounded like it was saying – it’s your turn.

Everyone:!!! I feel even more terrified!!!

The audience in the live broadcast room and the four guests from Groups B and C were confused. Was it an illusion? Why did they feel that the atmosphere between Sheng Yuan and the program team was weird? - The "Lucky Restaurant" program is a newcomer in the variety show industry.

On the seventh day of its official launch, within the first minute of the early morning live broadcast, it firmly occupied the top spot on the popularity list of variety show live broadcast channels.

It had often been on the top of the hot list in the previous six days, but it was unprecedented that it left the second place far behind as soon as it was aired. This shows that the audience rushed in almost as soon as it was aired.

Some unknown people clicked into the live broadcast room out of curiosity.

It was quiet, and the barrage area was empty.

All we saw in the screen were two guests from the program team standing back to back, and the entire camera was shaking slightly, causing the picture to shake as well, seriously affecting the viewing experience.

Unknown people: ??? Huh? This is the live studio of the most popular variety show? Not only can't we see the faces of the guests, but even the photographer seems to have Parkinson's disease.

This is fake data! With this money, it would be better to go to the zoo to hire two gorillas or buy two brackets.

When you open the audience list in the upper right corner of the live broadcast, you will find that all those online are real people, and there are x million of them.

Unknown people: ... Shit, what the hell?! How come there are so many people but no one is saying anything?! -The two people in the live broadcast are Zheng Baiqing and Qun Jie.

Qunjie closed his eyes in dismay, and after some mental preparation, he finally took action and stuffed two lumps of lard into a large transparent glass cup.

Unknown people: Oh, a food show. What dish are they going to make?

Then, they saw Qunjie put the cup in his hand under the coffee machine, took a cup of coffee, and put two spoonfuls of milk in it.

Qunjie held the cup in both hands, turned around, faced the camera, and smiled stiffly: "Hello everyone, this is lard latte."

Holding it with both hands again, facing the camera: "Hello everyone, this is coriander milk tea."

Unknown people: ??? We are bad!! Coriander milk tea? !! What the hell is this? ? However, Qunjie could not feel their roars. He grabbed a handful of spinach and put it into the juicer. Yes, you read it right. He put the spinach into the juicer!

The buzzing juicer is not only stirring the spinach, but also stirring their disordered brain nerves.

The unknown crowd was stunned: What kind of devil drink is this again!!! But they guessed wrong, this time it was not a drink.

The squeezed spinach juice was neither added with coffee nor milk, but poured into a pot of rice porridge that was cooked to perfection.

The camera takes a clear close-up of the rich, emerald green liquid mixed with a little bit of debris, which is mixed with the white and soft rice porridge that is still steaming, stirred, and finally merged into one, completely greening.

The picture filled the entire screen of the live broadcast room, and an... eerie feeling came over me.

Qunjie said: "Hello everyone, spinach juice and rice porridge."

Unknown people were mad and holding their heads in disbelief: Which idiot put a food label on the live broadcast room! ! Come out and I will kill you! Is this a food variety show! ! ! ?

They are not the only ones who have already collapsed.

There is also Qunjie. Qunjie swears that he has been a chef for so many years, and although he has not reached the master level, he has won more or less awards.

He has dabbled in all kinds of delicacies, dishes, cuisines and flavors that he has created, developed and created, and he thinks he has become a comprehensive cookbook in human form.

After all, he was too young.

Qunjie was holding a tray with three "things" he had just made on it. He walked towards the camera, and all the staff of the program team were standing behind the camera.

Qunjie stopped in front of the director and spoke with his teeth chattering: "Dear teachers, please enjoy this green, healthy and delicious breakfast."

“…”

“…”

Quiet, deathly quiet.

The camera shook even more.

In one corner of the screen, the director stood there welding wire, staring at the tray, without moving for a long time...

"What's wrong, director? Are you not satisfied with what you see?" The lazy and sweet voice of a young girl came from the speakerphone of the phone. She was a little distressed: "I'm sorry, director, we are not very good at cooking. We are not as good as the other two groups of guests. This is the first time we are researching and formulating a menu. We have no idea. We can only take this opportunity to trouble the guests from Group B to help us make it. Please taste it first."

"After all, you saw it yesterday. We, Group A, opened the restaurant and sold rice balls for a whole day. We didn't want this to happen. We have no choice. We are newbies in the kitchen. We don't know anything and we don't know how to do anything."

"You are the program team, you must have some research and unique insights in this area. Only if you approve of it, we dare to sell it to customers."

"How is it? Have you tried it?" The girl's sweet voice fell into the director's ears, like a death warrant. - Time went back to the end of the settlement session last night.

Sheng Yuan got up from the sofa, took out a piece of paper from somewhere, and handed it to the guest from Group B.

(End of this chapter)