Chapter 17 Corn on the Cob

Si Miao was in the live broadcast and naturally couldn't see the barrage, but he did not have any resistance to Jiang Cheng's proposal. He thought the same as Jiang Cheng.

As a child who grew up in extreme poverty, he has suffered a lot more than living in a house without bathroom. It doesn't matter if he can't take a bath, he can find a solution.

"I agree," said Si Miao, "then let's go to the room first."

"it is good."

"Okay, see you later."

Everyone took their luggage and walked to their rooms according to the assistant's instructions. The two girls had a lot of things. Song Yang and Ren Lan helped them with them. Si Miao had the fewest things, only a backpack.

Jiang Cheng had a Gucci handbag and a LV trolley case. Si Miao helped him pull the trolley case. After entering the room, Jiang Cheng closed the door and searched around the room.

Si Miao knew that he was looking for a camera. Since it was a live broadcast, there must be a camera in the house.

The reason for looking for a camera is also very simple. If there is a blind spot, the two can avoid talking.

Si Miao could see that Jiang Cheng hated him. Although he couldn't figure out the reason, he could take it easy once he came. There was no need for anyone to do the same. bedroom.

Needless to say, the conditions in such a small village are difficult, and the current program is somehow obsessed with bringing stars to the backcountry and causing them to die.

Si Miao was not afraid of anything else, but was afraid that the mattress would be wet. He was going to take the quilt out to dry before going to bed.

As a result, seeing the bedroom, he was deeply concerned for the next few days of filming.

"Brother Jiang." Si Miao gritted her teeth and called Jiang Cheng.

After a while, the variety show veteran Jiang Cheng had figured out the number of cameras, and by the way, he dismissed the idea of ​​sneering at Si Miao after returning to the room.

"What's the matter, Xiaosi?" Jiang Cheng came over with a smile.

"This room..." Si Miao said, "there is only one bed."

"what?!"

Jiang Cheng saw the lonely double bed in the middle of the hut, and tried to suppress it so that his voice would not change.

Si Miao didn't expect that the program team didn't tell them about it.

If he knew in advance, he would never live or die in this house.

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Cheng reacted to the live broadcast, and said bluntly: "Fortunately, we are familiar with each other."

Si Miao said with an "um", "Apart from us, no other group can live in this room."

After speaking, he suddenly thought that such an arrangement was too coincidental.

The other two groups were both male and female. Even if the third group had a big age gap, it was impossible for them to share the same bed. 80% of the time the program group guessed the choice of the two, and then specially arranged this room for them.

But what is the purpose of the program group doing this?

Si Miao checked the bedding while guessing. Jiang Cheng was obviously very angry. He opened the box to pack his luggage, and took two bottles of skin care products in and out several times without realizing it.

The room was extremely quiet for a while, and soon after, there was a knock on the door, and Song Yang's very recognizable voice came in, "Brother Jiang, Brother Xiaosi, are you ready? Dinner is ready."

Song Yang is younger than Si Miao, so he can normally be called Si Ge or Miao Ge, but he calls out a nondescript "Xiao Si Ge", and the barrage is praising him for being cute.

This kind of name also shows the difference in kinship, maybe because Si Miao rescued Song Yang on the road, Si Miao and Jiang Cheng stepped out, and Song Yang naturally walked beside Si Miao.

There were too many guests to sit in the room, so the village chief set up a big red lacquered round table in the center of the yard. The three of them came relatively early. Ten minutes later, they took their seats one after another, and the village chief's wife came out with a large basin.

The pot looked quite heavy, so Si Miao hurried over to help, and when it was put on the table and the lid was lifted, the guests who were chatting stopped talking.

——The bowl is full of vegetables, it seems that many kinds of ingredients are mixed and stewed, and the meat slices and cabbage can be vaguely distinguished, and the rest are entangled, and it is not clear what is what.

The first time they received the program group, the village chief's family was not used to it. Seeing that the cameras were all facing him, the village chief's daughter-in-law squeezed the hem of her clothes and tried her best to hide behind Si Miao.

"It smells so good," Si Miao sniffed, "Auntie, what's the staple food?"

The village chief's daughter-in-law whispered, "There are steamed buns, rice, and the gooey that I made myself. Which do you want to eat?"

"Come here, okay?" Si Miao asked.

It can be seen from everyone's expressions that they are not satisfied with this dish, but they are tired after tossing for a day, and they can't make it without eating something.

The village chief's daughter-in-law brought the three staple foods according to her words, and when they saw the staple foods, several guests finally moved.

Most of them ate the steamed buns, Song Yang and Si Miaocheng's rice, and after a meal, only the two of them had touched the dishes on the table.

There is no task in the evening, the next task will be announced tomorrow morning, the assistant informs that they will gather in the courtyard at 8 o'clock tomorrow, the guests are not very emotional, and they will go back to their respective houses.

Jiang Cheng was originally unhappy, and even more unhappy when he didn't have enough to eat. He couldn't bring an assistant to this kind of show. He asked the village chief's son to ask for a basin. After washing his face in the yard, he went back to his room and put on a mask.

The mask was unable to speak, which freed both of them. No one was sitting on the only bed in the room. Si Miao sat on a stool and watched Weibo, and fans were calling for him to come out for business.

Apart from registering a new account to say hello to everyone, he hasn't posted any Weibo yet, but the graphics on his mobile phone are a bit blurry, so it doesn't look good when taking pictures.

Si Miao struggled with her phone for a while, and suddenly remembered that she hadn't repaid Ji Yuedong's debts today.

He hurriedly sent a red envelope. The signal here didn't seem to be very good. He was stuck in the sending interface and kept spinning in circles.

The village used to go to bed early, but the lights in the yard were turned off at this time. Si Miao used the moonlight to find a signal, and out of the corner of the eye, he saw a person standing by the well.

The man was slender and had long hair in a shawl. It was quite scary to see such a scene at night. The barrage showed a piece of [Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony].

The little prince was not afraid. He took two steps forward and discriminated, "Is it Wen Xiao?"

It will take about a minute for the talent over there to answer: "It's me, Brother Xiao Si."

Among the eight guests, the piano girl was the quietest, and Si Miao had never heard her speak.

"Why don't you go back to the house and stay there, there are many mosquitoes outside," Si Miao thought of a possibility, "Are you hungry?"

Children who can play piano since elementary school have good family conditions. guess have never seen this kind of country stew, let alone eat it.

Sure enough, Wen Xiao nodded embarrassedly.

"No matter how hungry you are, you can't stand here and feed the mosquitoes," Si Miao smiled and walked in front of her, "Do you like eating corn?"

Wen Xiao couldn't figure out why he asked such a question. Would anyone not like sweet and glutinous corn? She nodded: "I like it."

"Then go to that room and wait for me for a while," Si Miao pointed to the kitchen where the village chief's daughter-in-law brought the vegetables, "close the door tightly so that no one can see it."

Wen Xiao is naturally timid and has a relatively weak personality. No one dares to refute what others say. She hesitated for a while and procrastinated.

In order to truly achieve a 360-degree live broadcast without dead ends, the yard was full of cameras, and the audience could see Wen Xiao entering the kitchen and Si Miao walking to the backyard.

Then Si Miao supported the wall of the courtyard and jumped out, and people disappeared.

On the outside of the courtyard wall is the courtyard of the neighbor's house next door. Without a camera, the audience was confused. Until five minutes later, the little prince wrapped a bunch of things that he didn't know what he didn't know, and jumped back from the outside.

The audience knew that the emotional dragger went to the neighbor's house to steal corn!

Wen Xiao saw the four corn sticks on the ground and was shocked: "Brother Xiaosi, where did you get from?"

"The neighbor's house was 掰."

"This is a raw that can't be eaten, and the neighbors should sleep, let's take corn ..."

"Take it without sue, I know," Si Miao laughed, "I put the money, and whoever said that corn is raw, give me ten minutes, I let it become mature."

After Si Miao said, he began to add fire to the stove pit and handled the corn to the stove pit.

Ten minutes later, the fragrance of roasted corn almost did not break through the screen.

Audience: [... the dragger's hand even baked corn, haha]

Audience: [At night, why do I watch this if I do n’t eat dinner in the evening]

Si Miao had a good heat, and the golden yellow burning corn was occasionally a few grains became popcorn. Wen Xiao had never seen such grilled corn, and bit a bite in fear.

"It's delicious," after the entrance, Wen Xiao couldn't help but bite again, "Xiao Si, how can you burn so well?"

I don't know what to think of, Si Miao's eyes were soft instantly, "My sister likes to eat this, and I often burn her."

"Oh." Wen Xiao nodded and tied his hair to the corn. In fact, Si Miao was also hungry. When he mentioned his sister, his appetite disappeared without a trace.

So he pulled out his mobile phone and sent out the unparalleled red envelope. After getting it, he always felt a little less.

Two days ago, although the two went home for different time, they could always take a look at night. Starting today, he would not see Ji Dongdong for three days ... what to eat.

Young people like to send pictures with each other and share their lives. Si Miao also thinks about it.

Well, just share life, there is no other meaning. Si Miao came out of WeChat's shooting interface, aimed at the corn stick, and pressed the shooting -sending.

The author has something to say: Guess why the program group is set up so