The first game at the destination is the cute pet race.
The owners can use various methods to lure the cute pets, cross the about 50-meter runway, and the one who arrives first wins the best ingredients. Sister Tong added meanly: "There is no restaurant here, and your luggage full of snacks and pet food has been confiscated by us. If you don't have food, you can only be hungry. You should think about it yourself."
When it was over, Fang Daichuan looked at Beta, who was sluggish in his arms and biting the pillow, and thought that he should lose five catties this weekend.
At the start of the race, everyone let go together and threw their pets into the starting line.
This is a completely one-sided abuse.
Bian Mu and Dayong ran side by side, like mad dogs, they didn't need to be mobilized. As soon as the starting gun fired, the two dogs rushed out and finally hit the line together. Actor Guan and his sister divided up the two best ingredients in a polite and considerate manner. Because of the girl’s ethnicity, the actor gave her the basket numbered 1, the best beef and Qingjiang fish, and took it himself. Basket 2 with crab and pork knuckle.
The pink piglet was weaker, trotting all the way, passed the finish line, surrounded the ingredients, sniffed and sniffed by the basket with its long nose.
The third basket is pork ribs. Su Qian didn't feel the psychological burden of giving the baby pigs the same kind of food, so he picked it up and left. Before leaving, he rummaged through the remaining two baskets, and laughed at Fang Daichuan and the rap man who were still at the starting point: "Hurry up, you two! The last one is really starving to death!"
Fang Daichuan and the rap man glanced at each other and smiled wryly at each other.
Beta was already lying down on the spot, playing happily with her little paws scratching the red cloth strips hanging down from the starting line. Not to mention the boa constrictor, it was already cold in late autumn, and the snake, a cold-blooded animal, lacked vitality even more, coiling in a circle and slowing down.
The Rap man sat cross-legged next to the snake, without saying a word, and coolly pointed at the finish line. The black snake spit out the letter, tentatively moved forward and began to slide.
But Fang Daichuan was so anxious that in late autumn, his neck was full of sweat.
"Ancestor," he persuaded Beta in a low voice, "Pigs can run faster than you, snakes have come out of their holes, and you are still lying here!"
Beta stretched lazily and turned over, revealing her white belly.
"The cat food was really taken away by them. If you don't run away, we have nothing to eat. If I eat some grass roots and bark, I won't be able to eat me anyway. You are a noble and glamorous cat, a carnivore, you really want to come with me Do you want to eat leftovers?" Seeing that he would not be able to do it, Fang Daichuan simply began to lure him.
Beta is a cat with integrity. He has never been hungry since he was a child. He doesn't know what it's like to be hungry, and he has no fear at all.
For a 50-meter run, Beta ran for three hours, of which two hours and fifty-five minutes were spent lying down at the starting line.
The last snake also reached the finish line. The rap man happily carried away the fourth basket, laughed and shouted: "Brother Chuan Er, run slowly! Don't worry!" Then he coiled his snake and walked away.
Fang Daichuan yelled in dismay: "What's more interesting than pets! If you have the ability to run a real race, you can believe that I can fall by 20 meters!"
I believe that the camera brother shook the camera up and down, but it was useless. Our show is a battle of cute pets, and the master's combat power is not included in the overall score ranking.
Beta had enough rest, straightened up and looked around, except for Fang Daichuan's loveless face and the big cameraman, there was no one around. It felt that Fang Daichuan had been teased enough and there was nothing interesting, so it walked the catwalk to the finish line and grabbed the basket in one bite.
For its size, the basket was still a bit heavy, so it lifted it up a bit, but stopped by the basket and waited for Fang Daichuan. Fang Daichuan sighed, picked up the basket, lifted the cover and saw a small piece of chicken breast, three eggs, and a handful of shallots.
"Not even rice?!" If it wasn't for the fact that the egg shattered as soon as it was dropped, Fang Daichuan threw the basket angrily and hit the director on the head.
The director smiled and stood behind the lights and the camera: "You can choose to ask for it at the host's home, or ask for it from the actor Guan."
Fang Daichuan chose to be hungry.
Back at the host family, the grandma was still sitting at the entrance of the door waiting for Fang Daichuan to come back. Fang Daichuan saw it from a distance, was startled, and ran back quickly: "Grandma Xia, why are you outside? Come in, it's so cold! "
Grandma Xia pushed open the wooden door with a smile: "You guys are from the city, I'm afraid you won't recognize our door, so I'll meet you at the door. Have you eaten, Chuanzi?"
Fang Daichuan helped the old man pack the benches in, handed the basket to grandma, and said aggrievedly: "No, the program team bullies people, grandma, I will use your kitchen."
Grandma Xia stood at the door of the kitchen and watched Fang Daichuan's clumsy work, and said with a smile, "Don't you cook at home?"
Fang Daichuan scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Ang, I'm not very good at cooking, and I'm lazy at home."
"You can't just go to the restaurant, hurry up and find a girl who can cook and marry her home." The old man's thinking is relatively simple, and he doesn't hide his love for Fang Daichuan.
Fang Daichuan raised his head and smiled, half of his face was reflected by the fire, and he showed his small white teeth: "Someone is cooking for me, so I won't be hungry, grandma, don't worry."
"That's good, that's good," the grandma nodded and smiled, "My son and grandson are not around, and I'm afraid they won't have a good meal outside." She looked at Fang Daichuan, presumably thinking of her children and grandchildren thousands of miles away them.
Fang Daichuan clumsily fried a scrambled egg with shallots. Grandma left some steamed buns for him, so he ate the scrambled eggs with shallots. The scrambled eggs were a bit old, but the shallots were not cooked, and the smell of raw onions made Beta dislike him even more.
Of course, that piece of chicken breast was cheaper than Beta. Fang Daichuan fried it until it was cooked, without any seasoning, and tore it into strips and fed it to it. Its face is covered with oil, and its small white beard is shiny with oil, which makes it dull and not so arrogant.
One person, one cat, lay down disgusted with each other, huddled together, Beta's belly fell to the ground with her breathing, and Fang Daichuan hugged the pillow tightly in his arms.
The cell phone next to the pillow suddenly turned on, and From: The stinky and shameless WeChat flashed in.
"Raise Beta well, and take care of yourself, don't lose weight."
Fang Daichuan stared at the screen for a while, then bowed his head and kissed the pillow, and ate a mouthful of cat fur.
"Beta, do you miss Dad?" Fang Daichuan pinched Beta's toes and played another audio for it.
"Beta has fun outside," Dad's voice came from the phone, one person and one cat were huddled under the quilt, only two fluffy heads were exposed, lying side by side on the pillow, listening to the phone attentively, "Eat more , sleep more, take care of yourself. I miss you so much."
"Meow..." Beta's voice softened, and the whole cat became obedient and docile. It licked Fang Daichuan's fingertips.
"I miss you very much too." Fang Daichuan poked the screen of the phone, and on the lock screen was Li Sinian's shirtless back cooking in the kitchen, against the lamp of the range hood, his whole body was glowing.