Chapter 479: Not Enjoying Life
Mother Zhong's lowered eyes flashed with calculation, and she nodded and said, "Okay, you've been traveling all day and all night, you're tired, and you haven't had a good rest. Rest on the sofa for a while. When I send the two children home, I'll buy some groceries and come back to cook for you!"
Worried, Zhong's mother casually checked the house and put away all the food and valuables.
In fact, before she took her children to participate in the show, she was afraid that the rural children would be greedy and dirty, so she had already cleaned up the house carefully.
Of course, she also put some things in the open, such as a few candies on the table and a few banknotes in the drawer of her room.
Any child who is sensible will not touch these things. After all, the things placed on the table in every household are for entertaining guests, and they will not be eaten easily even if they are spoiled.
After checking everything, she chuckled and gave him a few detailed instructions, promising that she would be back soon, then she took the children out.
Although the program is named "Fake Dad, Fake Mom", the protagonists are actually twelve young guests, and their families cooperate with them. Therefore, the remuneration in the contract is 1,000 yuan for the young guests, and 200 yuan for their cooperating families!
Zhong's mother left with her two children, but the cameramen did not follow them. Instead, they continued to wait nearby and watch the hacked live broadcast from their rented house.
If the young guests go out, they will pretend to be passers-by and follow them.
Di Guoliang lay on the sofa for a while and felt very hungry, so he sat up, picked up the snacks on the table and took a bite.
I don’t know how long the peach cake has been left, it has become damp and has a musty smell.
He immediately ran to the toilet and vomited, rinsed his mouth, shook his head and said helplessly: "What kind of life do people in this city live? The snacks we served to our guests are all moldy. It's really like donkey dung with a shiny outer shell!"
Without food, he couldn't help but wander around. Seeing that the kitchen cupboard was locked, his stomach couldn't help but ache.
Returning to the sofa, he continued to hold his chest and endure it, muttering softly: "I won't be hungry when I fall asleep."
But his voice was about the same volume as other people's normal conversations, and it was clearly heard by the audience. A child who looked like a big bear and spoke in a wronged tone, the contrast was huge, making people feel a little funny and distressed.
Thinking about Di's mother's appearance, I'm afraid that this child, who seems like a giant in the eyes of others, was also brought up in love.
Di Guoliang was not a child who could sit still, and now he was very hungry, so he tossed and turned on the sofa, getting up and turning around, checking if there was any hot water in the thermos, and then going to the kitchen to fill a belly with cold water, as if he was on fast forward.
It was only about ten minutes, but to the audience, it seemed like a whole day. Outsiders found it very unbearable and felt infinite sympathy for him.
Finally, fifteen minutes after Zhong's mother left home, Di Guoliang made up his mind, clenched his fist, stood up suddenly, opened the door and walked towards the opposite door.
He was a sturdy man with a broad back and strong build, and he blocked the camera facing the door tightly. However, he spoke through a loudspeaker, so everyone could complete the scene in their minds from the sound.
"Hello, Auntie," after knocking on the door, Di Guoliang was afraid of scaring people, so he chuckled first. His honest expression instantly weakened his aggressive look, and he became a more trustworthy and honest young man in the eyes of the old lady.
He pointed to the wide-open door behind him and continued with a smile, "I live across the street, and my mother is Zhong Meixin. She went to her grandmother's house to send her younger brothers and sisters off, and said she would come back to buy food and cook for me.
I've been waiting for a long time, but she hasn't come back yet. I'm so hungry that I want to borrow some food from your house first.
Wait for my mother to come back and ask her to pay it back."
Even as he was speaking, his stomach began to growl in a very appropriate way.
The arrogant voice was clearly heard by the audience. Everyone felt that Zhong's mother was being even more unfair. A thirteen-year-old child is in the period of growth, and his physique consumes more energy.
Mother Zhong holds the two little ones in the apple of her eye. She takes care of them when they are cold or hot, thirsty or hungry. How come such grown-up children are not pleasing to her? Should she at least prepare some food for them to fill their stomachs?
Listening to the sound, they also felt the same way.
Who hasn't experienced hunger? That's too uncomfortable! Zhong's mother is a sweet-faced but bitter person.
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'm steaming some big meat buns at home today."
Di Guoliang smiled and scratched his head: "I just followed Wei Xun here. Please help me get a few more, and I will let my mother make up for it for you later."
The old lady responded, stepped in with her small feet, and swiftly picked up seven or eight for him. "Are these enough?"
The buns are delicate and small, just slightly bigger than xiaolongbao.
Di Guoliang took it without saying anything but smiled, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it for a few times and then tilted his head back to eat it, "Mmm, Auntie, your cooking skills are really good, the skin is thin and the filling is rich, and the taste is also fresh and delicious. But it's too small, I can't taste it even after eating one at a time."
The old lady was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide. After a long while, she said in a daze: "My goodness, are you like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit? How can you eat buns like this? One at a time!"
As he was talking, Di Guoliang had already eaten the small basket of buns.
"Auntie, do you have any more? I was already hungry, and after eating the buns you made, I seem to be even hungrier," he looked over eagerly.
The old lady nodded and said, "Yes, wait for me to get it."
As she spoke, she filled another basket with about ten buns and said apologetically, "We only make buns for three meals. I'll leave out one meal, and the rest are all here."
"Thank you, Auntie," Di Guoliang laughed, and stood in front of her again, performing a performance of eating a bun in one mouthful. Because he stood sideways this time, the audience could clearly see how big his mouth was.
An average northern man would need three or four bites to finish a palm-sized bun, right?
Before the audience could even blink, they had finished a whole basket of buns.
The old lady brought another bowl of hot and sour tripe soup.
Di Guoliang took a few mouthfuls, praising the food for being delicious with tears in his eyes, while he lowered his head to eat.
After eating, he couldn't help but sigh: "Auntie, I wish I were your son."
The old lady said cheerfully, "It's okay. We live across the street. Come over whenever you want to eat."
After eating about twenty buns and drinking a bowl of soup, Di Guoliang walked around the house for a few laps to digest the food, and then he started to feel sleepy.
He lay on the sofa. He didn't feel hungry just now, but now he realized that the sofa was small and soft, and it was very uncomfortable to sleep on.
After tossing and turning for a while, he got up and went to the master bedroom. He lay on the bed and sighed comfortably, "The plank bed is still more comfortable. I am not destined to enjoy it."
The audience was in tears and amused.
This kid can not only eat but also sleep. In just half a minute, he falls into a deep sleep.
(End of this chapter)
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