The guests were already feeling like they were about to have stomach cramps after drinking all sorts of strangely flavored juices, when they were unexpectedly presented with a large bowl of fruit salad with an unknown taste.
Leng Mo's inner thoughts poured out: [Damn it! This is obviously Li the Skinflint trying to mess with us. He's as petty as a pinhead and has more holes than a lotus root! That fruit salad was definitely spiked! I have to think of a way to get back at him. What's a good way? Hmm... Hey, I've got it!] "Director Li, can we talk about something?"
Director Li originally wanted to refuse outright, but then he became curious about what Leng Mo wanted to say. "Leng Mo, tell me, let me hear what you have to say!"
"Director Li, how about we, the guests, and your staff have a competition to decide who gets to eat this special fruit salad!"
"Heh heh! Don't try to trick me, it won't work, I'm not competing!" Director Li waved his hand and looked at the staff. The staff were eager to participate after hearing about the competition, and Director Fu Yining was the same. "Old Li, why don't you join in? We don't have anything else to do anyway!"
“That’s right, that’s right! Director Fu has already agreed, so Director Li… Director Li, it’s getting pointless if you keep arguing like this!” Wen Ying chimed in at the opportune moment!
"Alright, since you're all thinking about a competition, then let's have one!" Director Li looked at Leng Mo. "So, how do you want to compete?"
Leng Mo was secretly delighted; the fish had taken the bait. "Hmm... how about a tug-of-war?" Leng Mo raised an eyebrow.
"Okay!" Director Li readily agreed, he didn't believe that so many of them couldn't beat a few celebrities.
Soon, the two sides formed two teams of ten. With a command given, the game began.
At first, the two sides were evenly matched and neither had the upper hand. But gradually, the staff team began to gain the upper hand.
Just then, Leng Mo subtly winked at the other guests, and they all understood.
Suddenly, several guests pretended to fall, causing the staff to burst into laughter. In that instant of relaxation, the guest team pulled sharply and won the game.
"Yes! We won!" the guests cheered.
Director Li shook his head helplessly, accepting his loss and having no choice but to eat the specially made fruit salad with his staff.
Director Li and his crew finished their fruit salad with grimaces, their stomachs churning. Leng Mo, however, chuckled to himself, thinking: Finally, I got my revenge!
"Alright everyone, that's all for today's recording! Go and get some rest! You can sleep in until nine o'clock tomorrow before filming resumes!" Director Li announced, barely suppressing his discomfort.
The guests dispersed and returned to their rooms to rest. Leng Mo lay in bed, recalling the day's competition, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He had finally succeeded in getting back at Director Li, and he couldn't have felt more satisfied.
The next morning, Leng Mo got up very early, intending to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. As he approached the kitchen door, he heard Director Li and Fu Yining's voices coming from inside.
"Director Li, do you think the fruit salad yesterday really had something added to it? I still feel uncomfortable in my stomach," Fu Yining complained.
"I also feel something's not right. It must be that brat Leng Mo's doing," Director Li said indignantly.
Leng Mo was startled upon hearing this; she hadn't expected that Director Li and Fu Yining would suspect her. She was about to turn and leave when she accidentally bumped into the trash can by the door.
"Who's outside?" Director Li asked alertly.
Leng Mo didn't have time to think and quickly fled the scene. She decided to avoid trouble in the future, after all, there were still a few days of recording time left...
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