Airborne hot search!Dressed as a villain, I became popular

Chapter 262 I Can't See Her Suffering
Xia Yansen was gradually overwhelmed by the successive inquiries. Cooperating with the live broadcast for the past two days, Brother Rong didn't even look at the rules, just looked at Meng Yao's face?

Is this inappropriate nympho?

Xia Yansen thought for a while, and then explained: "Meng Yao's luck is bad, so he won this broken house. And their guests can only collect supplies by themselves, and eat whatever they get. Brother Rong, you also know that Meng Yao is a culinary waste Firewood? How do you expect her to be cooked?"

He paused, and then said: "She has been a lot of vegetarians during this time, Brother Rong, you can arrange a big meal for her to make up for it when she comes back."

Rong Yan's eyes were heavy, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing that the scene was switched again on the screen, Han Mei got up, and came over with hot soup after a while.The ingredients and kitchen utensils were limited, and it was just a simple tomato and egg drop soup, but Meng Yao looked very surprised, and thanked her with bright eyes.

Rong Yan turned her face away with a headache, not wanting to watch this horrible live broadcast again.

I am glad that she has better meals and...

In short, the mood is very complicated.

Xia Yansen felt that the kid Han Mei was quite reliable, and he really didn't make Meng Yao go hungry.Although Meng Yao can eat enough by himself, the quality of the food is different after all.

Xia Yansen only sighed in his heart, and would not be so dizzy as to praise, after all, there was an evil god sitting beside him.

Rong Yan didn't know when to light a cigarette, holding it between two slender fingers, curling smoke rose up.

His mind was occupied by Meng Yao's smiling face.

Can a dish of egg drop soup really make her happy like this?

His eyes fell on the screen from time to time, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

It took a while to hear him say:
"You can't let her eat these every day. You can arrange for someone to send her supplies."

He had to admit that he couldn't see her living in such a dilapidated house, plagued by mosquitoes every night.Even eating is vaguely resolved, just eat a few fruits.

Rong Yan was once again amazed that her tolerance for hardship was so different from before.In addition to surprise, the emotion that is easier to perceive is distress.

He watched her originally fair skin flushed by the sun, and she was busy under the scorching sun every day.

Although Meng Yao is not squeamish, she definitely does not like to endure hardship. When she is on the set, she will find a shady place to stay, and slowly eat the melons and fruits in front of her.

Rong Yan couldn't imagine how she survived these few episodes.

He lowered his eyes and added:

"Send some more clothes and daily necessities."

Xia Yansen swallowed his saliva: "Brother Rong, are you making trouble? They are recording a program, and they are focusing on this miserable tone. How could they accept supplies? And this is a live broadcast, everything is under the camera, it is not There is no privacy! I really sent the supplies, how will people on the Internet arrange them?"

Rong Yan tapped a few times on the table with her hand, and looked up at him: "Can't this matter be done in private?"

"Privately, privately? What do you mean?"

"These materials can be sent out from the hands of the villagers, or they can be rewards from the program group. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xia Yansen nodded: "In that case, I'll make arrangements."

He never thought that Rong Yan would take such painstaking efforts for Meng Yao.

Rong Yan's eyes fell on the screen again, and she took a deep breath of cigarette.

Xia Yansen was about to turn around and leave when he heard his deep voice of instructions:
"Remember to be smart, don't let people see something wrong at a glance."

"No problem, I understand Brother Rong."

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Thanks to Han Mei, Meng Yao finally had a mouthful of warm rice.

Han Mei is still quite talented in cooking. He has already learned a lot of the cooking methods he learned at the village head's house last time. At least simple meals can be perfectly controlled.

Today's meal is tomato scrambled eggs, cold cucumber, one hot dish and one cold dish, with a bag of toast.

Compared with the raw tomatoes before, the current meal must have improved by more than a little bit, Meng Yao is already very satisfied.

It is said that cannibals have short mouths, and Meng Yao always praised Han Mei every time he ate, from praising him for his talent to cooking more and more decent.

Such praise is not without harm, on the contrary, the effect is remarkable.Although Han Mei didn't talk much, Meng Yao could feel that he liked such compliments.

Who doesn't like compliments?

After eating, Meng Yao felt guilty and went to wash the dishes with Han Mei again.

The kitchen is quite simple, there is no so-called sink at all, and the water is usually water from the well in the yard.

The two didn't rest for a long time, because there are many mosquitoes here, and there are no electronic products for recreation. Staying here is not much better than basking outside.

This was the fourth day they had come to Stone Village, and it was the first time since participating in this program that they hadn't gotten any clues for such a long time.

Thinking of this, Meng Yao felt a little irritated. In fact, she had already grasped a general direction to find clues, but judging from the current harvest, she still had no clue to get the return stone.

Before each action, Han Mei would ask Meng Yao for his opinion: "Senior, what should we do this afternoon?"

Meng Yao paused: "I heard that the old Zhang's family in the east of the village is going to collect potatoes. Let's go and have a look today."

Han Mei nodded: "Actually, if there were not so many mosquitoes, life here would be quite fulfilling."

Meng Yao nodded: "It is indeed a novel experience."

The two of them didn't talk any more, they simply cleaned up and went out.

"Ah, isn't this Xiao Meng and Xiao Han?"

A woman in her 30s came over, carrying two fans in her hands.

Meng Yao took two steps forward: "Where is this going? Do you want me to move one for you?"

The woman smiled and said, "You came at the right time, and I was about to send you the fan. The weather here changes a lot, and the sun at noon is so venomous."

Meng Yao was slightly taken aback, and then saw that the fan was still brand new: "Thank you sister-in-law, we don't need this kind of big thing, you can take it back."

I received a lot of fruits and vegetables, and this was the first time I saw someone send a fan.

"Don't be polite, don't be polite." The woman stuffed it into her hand, with an attitude of not giving up until she reached her goal: "This is a spare fan in our house, and it is also idle at home, so I might as well give it to you. "

Meng Yao took it and thanked her.

No one would keep so many fans at home, and seeing that the woman seemed eager to complete the task, Meng Yao's mind instantly became clearer.

This should have been arranged by someone.

What happened next further confirmed Meng Yao's guess.

The two had just put the fan at home and set it up. Before they went out, they met villagers who came to deliver mosquito repellent water and bottled purified water.

Next, crop after crop of villagers came to give them warmth. When they saw those bottles of brand-name bath products and top-quality beef, Meng Yao couldn't calm down anymore.

The table is already full of things, including daily necessities, all kinds of food, and a few electrical appliances.

(End of this chapter)