As evening approached, the waves on the island gradually rose.
Zhang Song braved the heavy rain to run out and shout: "A typhoon is expected to pass through tonight and last until the day after tomorrow. Please try to stay home as much as possible during these two days."
Even the program had to be suspended for two days.
Given the typhoon, the production team also provided Yan Qiao and the others with two boxes of instant noodles.
Because of the typhoon, the people delivering supplies couldn't come, so instant noodles and bottled water were the most luxurious food they could offer.
As for Yan Qiao and her group, instant noodles were just the right choice since they didn't have any staple food.
They not only stockpiled grain, but also built a bamboo hut to store firewood and set up a stove on the ground.
Although it's simple, at least you can cook indoors and not get caught in the rain outside.
With ample food and sturdy houses, they could comfortably get through the two days of the typhoon.
As night fell, a torrential downpour began, and strong winds picked up outside.
The violent wind and rain made them feel the bamboo house tremble slightly.
But no matter how heavy the rain is outside, it remains dry inside, and you can't feel it at all.
Ruan Cha was still a little worried, "Qiao Qiao, our house should be able to hold up, right?"
Yan Qiao said, "It should be fine."
A short while later, Shiloh from next door knocked on the door that separated the two rooms.
"Yan Qiao, Ruan Cha, dinner is ready."
The two got up, opened the door, and went over. Inside, there was a makeshift table with instant noodles on it.
Besides instant noodles, the side dish is... abalone.
This meal was quite extravagant.
But the food they hoarded the most, besides abalone, was dried lobster.
Anyway, most of them are seafood.
"It seems we can only eat these for the next few days and can't go outside to pick wild fruits and vegetables."
She doesn't eat green vegetables because she's afraid of indigestion.
Ruan Cha looked at her quietly, "Qiaoqiao, luckily there's no live stream right now."
Yan Qiao looked at her, puzzled.
Zang Mingqi couldn't help but laugh: "Otherwise you'll get beaten to death sooner or later. These past two days, no supplies have been sent in from outside, and even the production crew has been eating instant noodles."
Yan Qiao pouted, "Eating only instant noodles won't be enough."
We spent two days eating and drinking in the bamboo house, and half a month passed just like that.
That morning, Yan Qiao opened the window and looked outside.
The rain has stopped and the typhoon has passed.
The bamboo house was well reinforced and survived two days of torrential rain without any damage.
The program started early on the sixteenth day.
After waiting for two days, netizens flocked to the site at the appointed time, eager to see how the guests participating in the program fared.
Yan Qiao emerged from the bamboo house, stretched, and felt refreshed.
The same applies to Ruan Cha and the others; they were not affected in the slightest.
Enjoying good food and drinks in the bamboo house, with no activities to do, Ruan Cha even felt that she had gained some weight.
"Qiaoqiao, what should we do next?"
Yan Qiao said, "Let's find something to eat. Our food supplies are almost gone in the last couple of days."
Ruan Cha sighed, "Are we eating too much? I think I've gained weight."
"Four adults, this is a normal amount of food. How could they be fat? The food wasn't even that good."
Ruan Cha: "..." She still complains about eating lobster and abalone every day.
Meanwhile, Chen Zhou and Yan Yaoyao, after two days, looked rather pale and thin.
After eating instant noodles for two days straight, with nothing else to fill my stomach, who wouldn't look pale and thin?
The director was anxious to contact the outside world and have supplies sent over.
When they finally got in touch, the reply they received was: "They said the boat is damaged and can't go out to sea right now."
Zhang Song rubbed his face; his complexion wasn't much better.
The production team had encountered this situation before, so they prepared plenty of instant noodles this time.
Even if no one brings anything over, the instant noodles and water will be enough to keep the production team going until the end.
The problem is, if you eat instant noodles for half a month, you'll break down.
Especially those staff members who are constantly running around with cameras.
The director's hair was practically turning white from worry. He smacked his lips, completely exasperated.
"Is this a wilderness survival challenge for the guests, or for us to survive in the wilderness?!"
Zhang Song: "...Let's not compare them. Yan Qiao and the others probably ate better than us."
Just as he was sighing for what felt like the umpteenth time, Zhang Song spoke up: "Director, it doesn't have to be like this, does it? Just bear with it for a few days at most. I've already asked them to rearrange the ships to deliver supplies to us."
The typhoon just passed, so it definitely won't be able to be delivered for a while. It will take a few more days at most.
The director rolled his eyes at him, realizing that he wasn't just worried about supplies, but also about something else.
Yan Yaoyao, who was outside the base camp, also heard what Zhang Song said and looked at Chen Zhou timidly.
"Brother Chenzhou, what should we do?"
Shen Zhou was much calmer: "It's okay, at worst we'll just eat instant noodles for a few days. It's not like we've never eaten them before, we won't go hungry. Think about it, Yan Qiao and the others didn't even have instant noodles to eat."
Yan Yaoyao: "..." You may have some misunderstanding about her.
She didn't know anything else, but there was one thing she was very clear about: Yan Qiao had a lot of abalone.
Shortly after, the director came out.
"Young Master Shen, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you. Would you mind if we moved aside?"
Shen Zhou nodded and stepped inside.
Upon entering the headquarters, the director asked him to sit down and personally poured him tea.
"Young Master Shen, what I am about to say is merely a relay, not my own intention."
He first gave Shen Zhou a heads-up to prevent him from taking his anger out on him.
Chen Zhou looked impatient. "Speak quickly if you have something to say."
"Well, my investors have spoken up; they want the show to be more authentic, since this is a reality show after all, so... so about you and Yao Yao..."
Shen Zhou's face immediately darkened. "Didn't you tell them I was here?"
"As I said, they gave you two options. After considering everything, I think you don't need to suffer here..."
Chen Zhou sneered, "So you mean you want to kick me out?"
"This...this isn't what I said. It's an honor for our program that you came. How could I be ungrateful? It's just that the investors have some objections..."
Shen Zhou felt that he hadn't communicated well with the investors. If they had known that Shen Zhou was there, they wouldn't have been so disrespectful.
“I spoke to them personally.”
Director: "Then you should speak directly with Master Pei. These are his words."
Chen Zhou froze as he reached for his phone. "Who are you talking about?"
"Third Master, the Pei family."
Chen Zhou clenched his fist, his knuckles making a cracking sound.
"Third Master Pei, how could he possibly concern himself with such a trivial matter?"
The director said helplessly, "I thought so too at first, but Young Master Luo is here. He was originally sent here by Third Master to gain experience, perhaps because he was afraid you would disturb him."
There is only one Master Pei, Pei Jingzhan, in the entire Yancheng.
Even Shen Zhou's father had to bow down in front of him, let alone him.
Having been used to being domineering in this production team, the sudden arrival of someone with even more power crushed Shen Zhou's pride.
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