The continuous questioning made Xia Yansen gradually unable to cope. Did Brother Rong not pay attention to the rules during the live broadcast these two days and just looked at Meng Yao's face
Isn't this a typical nymphomaniac
Xia Yansen thought about it and explained, "Meng Yao had bad luck and drew this shabby house. Also, the guests can only collect supplies by themselves and eat whatever they get. Brother Rong, you also know that Meng Yao is a rubbish at cooking, right? In this case, how can you expect her to eat cooked food?"
He paused, then continued, "She has been eating a lot of vegetarian food recently. When you come back, Brother Rong, you can arrange a big meal for her to compensate her."
Rong Wei's eyes were gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking.
The scene on the screen changed again. Han Mei stood up and came over with hot soup. The ingredients and utensils were limited, and it was just a simple tomato egg drop soup, but Meng Yao looked very surprised and thanked him with sparkling eyes.
Rongzhen turned his face away with a headache, not wanting to watch this terrible live broadcast anymore.
I was glad that she had better food, but...
Anyway, my mood is very complicated.
Xia Yansen felt that Han Mei was a very reliable kid, and he had never let Meng Yao go hungry. Although Meng Yao could eat well by herself, the quality of the food was different.
Xia Yansen only sighed in his heart and was not stupid enough to praise out loud. After all, there was a demon god sitting next to him.
Rong Yan lit a cigarette at some point, holding it between his two slender fingers, and wisps of smoke rose up.
His mind was occupied by Meng Yao's smile.
Can a bowl of egg drop soup really make her so happy
His eyes fell on the screen from time to time, and his expression was complicated and difficult to understand.
After a while, he finally spoke:
"You can't let her eat these every day. Go arrange for someone to deliver some supplies to her."
He had to admit that he couldn't bear to see her living in such a dilapidated house, being bothered by mosquitoes every night. Even eating was a hasty solution, just a few fruits.
Rong Yan was once again surprised at how much her endurance was different from before. In addition to surprise, the emotion that was more easily felt was heartache.
He watched her originally fair skin turn red due to the sun's evaporation, as she worked hard under the scorching sun every day.
Although Meng Yao is not a spoiled child, she definitely does not like to endure hardship. When she is on the set, she will find a cool place to stay and slowly eat the fruits in front of her.
Rong Wei simply couldn't imagine how she had managed to get through those few episodes.
He lowered his eyes and added:
"Send some more clothes and daily necessities."
Xia Yansen swallowed his saliva and said, "Brother Rong, are you kidding me? They are recording a program, and the main theme is this miserable tone. How could they accept the supplies? Moreover, this is a live broadcast, and everything they do is under the camera. There is no privacy at all! If the supplies are really sent over, I wonder how people on the Internet will make up a story?"
Rong Yan tapped his hands on the table a few times and looked up at him: "Can't this be done in private?"
"Privately, privately? What do you mean?"
"These supplies can be given away by the villagers, or they can be rewards from the program team. Do you understand what I mean?"
Xia Yansen nodded: "In that case, I will arrange it."
He didn't expect Rong Yin to go to such great lengths for Meng Yao.
Rong Wei's gaze fell on the screen again and he took a deep puff of cigarette.
Xia Yansen was about to turn around and leave when he heard his low voice again:
"Remember to be smart and don't let people see that something is wrong at first glance."
"No problem, I understand, Brother Rong."
*
Thanks to Han Mei, Meng Yao finally had a hot meal.
Today's meal is scrambled eggs with tomatoes and salad cucumber, one hot dish and one cold dish, served with a bag of toast bread.
Compared with the raw tomatoes before, the food now is definitely a big improvement, and Meng Yao is already very satisfied.
It is said that one who eats the food will be grateful. Meng Yao always praised Han Mei when they had a meal, from praising his talent to praising his improving cooking skills.
Such praise is not without disadvantages, on the contrary, it is effective. Although Han Mei is a man of few words, Meng Yao can feel that he likes such praise.
Who doesn’t like praise
After finishing the meal, Meng Yao, feeling guilty, went to wash the dishes with Han Mei.
The kitchen was quite simple, there was no so-called sink at all, and the water used was usually from the well in the yard.
The two did not rest for long because there were many mosquitoes here and no electronic products to entertain themselves. Staying here was not much better than basking outside.
This was their fourth day in Stone Village, and it was the first time since they participated in the show that they had not obtained any clues for so long.
Thinking of this, Meng Yao became a little annoyed. In fact, she had already grasped the general direction of looking for clues, but based on the current gains, she still had no idea how to get the return stone.
Before every action, Han Mei would ask Meng Yao for her opinion: "Senior, what should we do this afternoon?"
Meng Yao paused and said, "I heard that the Zhang family in the east of the village is going to harvest potatoes. Let's go over and take a look today."
Han Mei nodded: "In fact, if there weren't so many mosquitoes, life here would be quite fulfilling."
Meng Yao nodded: "It is indeed a very novel experience."
The two of them didn't say any more, just packed up and went out.
"Oh, isn't this Xiao Meng and Xiao Han?"
A woman in her thirties came over, carrying two fans in her hands.
Meng Yao took two steps forward: "Where are you going? Do you want me to help you move one?"
The woman smiled and said, "You came at the right time. I was just about to send you the fan. The weather here changes a lot. I don't know how scorching the sun is at noon."
Meng Yao was slightly surprised, and then she saw that the fan was still brand new: "Thank you, sister-in-law, we won't use this big thing, you can take it back."
I received a lot of fruits and vegetables, but this is the first time I saw someone send a fan.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The woman forced it into her hand, as if she would not give up until she achieved her goal: "This is a spare fan in our house. It's just sitting there doing nothing, so why not give it to you?"
Meng Yao took it and thanked him.
No one would have so many fans at home. Seeing that the woman seemed eager to complete the task, Meng Yao suddenly understood something.
This must have been arranged by someone.
What happened next further confirmed Meng Yao's guess.
The two had just placed the fan in their home and before they even went out, they met villagers who came to deliver mosquito repellent and bottled purified water.
Next, one group of villagers after another came to offer warmth and support. When Meng Yao saw those bottles of brand-name bath products and top-quality beef, she could no longer remain calm.
The table was already filled with things, including daily necessities, various foods, and a few electrical appliances.
(End of this chapter)