After becoming a genius, I became a full-scale heartthrob

Chapter 45 Daughter 45

Tired for a long time, after Qiao Qiao finally dug half a basket of taro with a shovel, she held on to the brim of her hat and looked up at the scorching sun. If it doesn't end, I'm such a fool, why do I have to come to this variety show to suffer?"

Chacha secretly covered her mouth and smiled: [Didn't Xiaoyu say that the food in this variety show was delicious, so you decided to come? 】

"Who knew he was a fraudulent organization!" Qiao Qiao's subordinates dug a shovel with force and angrily. They even started the fire by themselves. Growing rice is also called delicious? ?
Isn't this just torturing her!
Qiao Qiao ground her molars secretly, and when she returned to the hut, she had to fight with Xiao Yu!
"Mr. Qiao, what is the relationship between you and Mr. Shen? Tell me secretly."

Just as Qiao Qiao moved to a slightly shady place, a faint voice suddenly came from her ear. She turned her head to look expressionlessly, and saw Fu Liang waving a shovel with sweat on his forehead. Seeing her looking over, he still He grinned, showing his big white teeth.

Qiao Qiao looked at him coldly, and his subordinates kept moving. Fu Liang was so frightened by her watching him, he glanced to the side inadvertently, and almost jumped up: "Mr. Qiao, you shoveled that piece of taro— —”

Fu Liang's unrepressed voice immediately attracted Aunt Tian over: "Which kid shoveled the taro again? You're so careless..."

Fu Liang was so frightened that she turned her head to look at Qiao Qiao, and then covered her mouth, trying to show Qiao Qiao that she didn't mean it.

Qiao Qiao ignored him, turned around and moved a few steps aside, continuing to dig taro seriously.

Unexpectedly, when Aunt Tian came over, she glared at Fu Liang: "Why are you a boy again!"

"No, I'm bah..." Fu Liang put down his hand covering his mouth, spit out the mud that fell into his mouth twice, and was about to explain, but he froze as his eyes swept away inadvertently.

The rotten taro that was still under Qiao Qiao's hands just now, even the mud and seedlings, fell at his feet, and the shovel in his hand still fell on it unconsciously, Fu Liang stood up in shock.

"No! Aunt Tian, ​​please listen to my explanation!"

"What are you explaining? Aunt Tian, ​​I can see clearly from the side that this boy dug up the taro, and he still wants to quibble!" He Feng quietly threw the taro that Fu Liang had dug intact into his pocket. In the basket, one side fanned the flames.

The big photographer beside him diligently pointed the camera at them, and the camera clearly captured Qiao Qiao quickly throwing the taro at Fu Liang's feet, then moved his seat as if nothing had happened, and Fu Liang's manipulation of He Feng in the back A dumbfounded look.

Director Liu nodded repeatedly behind the camera, with a smile in his eyes. I really didn't expect the guests invited this time to be quite talented in entertainment.

……

After the taro was dug, they returned to the cabin specially found for the guests by the program group, and the staff counted the number of their taro under the camera.

Before the camera could scan, Qiao Qiao took off his sun hat and slumped on a wooden chair, finally able to take a short rest.

Xiao Yu hurriedly brought her a cup of mung bean syrup, and thoughtfully prepared a straw.

Looking at Qiao Qiao's sweat-stained forehead, and her cheeks were flushed with heat, Xiao Yu wiped her sweat with a paper towel while feeling distressed: "Why are you so tired?"

After drinking the sweet syrup, Qiao Qiao's mood was half improved, but she was still angry with Xiao Yu: "Xiao Yu, tell me, is this really a gourmet variety show? It really just needs a little effort to go. Do you work?"

Xiao Yu borrowed a fan to fan her. Listening to Qiao Qiao's questioning, she couldn't help but feel guilty. At that time, she was indeed watching the past programs of this variety show very easily. At most, she helped the villagers pick vegetables and played games. , It really won't be as hard as it is now.

"I don't mean to blame you."

Qiao Qiao looked at Xiao Yu's silence, thinking that what he said was too much, seeing that there was still some cold mung bean syrup in his hand, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he hurriedly made amends: "It's because I didn't see the rules clearly. I agreed. By the way, Xiaoyu, you can fill up a few more bowls of mung bean syrup, and Teacher Shen and the others will be back later."

Xiao Yu was the one who was so guilty, she was about to say something, but saw the big brother's camera sweeping over again, so she had to shut up temporarily and step aside, and went to prepare sugar water first as Qiao Qiao said.

The four male guests who came back later did not know that they were called by the director team to do extra tasks. When they came back, they were even more embarrassed than when they just finished digging taro.

Qiao Qiao quickly got up to give them a seat. The sugar water prepared by Xiao Yu had already been placed on the table. Fu Liang rushed in like a gust of wind, and looked at Qiao Qiao weakly, not even having the energy to greet her. .

"drink."

Qiao Qiao brought the bowl in front of him, and gave an order, Fu Liang hesitated for a moment, but still gulped down.

Shen Jiajin and Ji Wei He Feng came in one after another, and Qiao Qiao brought them slightly chilled sugar water one by one.

Seeing them like this, Qiao Qiao was a little puzzled. She avoided the camera and secretly pulled Director Liu to ask, "What are they going to do?"

Director Liu smiled, but he refused to reveal his tone at all: "We'll know when the show airs."

The number of well-shaped taro was counted, and Qiao Qiao was the most, with more than 300.

The second and third are Ji Wei and Shen Jiajin, followed by He Feng, and Fu Liang, who is the bottom one, is the worst. His lunch will be leftovers from the morning.

Hearing this result, Fu Liang counted his number with a face of disbelief, and after realizing that he was really at the bottom, he couldn't help but collapsed: "How is it possible..."

"Why is it impossible?"

After drinking the mung bean syrup, He Feng finally recovered a lot. Hearing Fu Liang's words, he sneered and said, "Nine out of ten of yours are spoiled yams. I'm ashamed to say that it's impossible to be at the bottom." ?”

"He Feng, don't go too far!" Fu Liang asked Director Liu for another bowl of mung bean syrup. Hearing He Feng's tone of intentionally insulting him, he was so angry that he put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and rushed He Feng looked fierce.

Seeing that the dispute between the two was about to break out, everyone present couldn't help being silent for a moment.

The weaving teachers watching from behind the camera subconsciously sweated for them. Just when someone wanted to step forward to persuade them to fight, Director Liu stopped him. He stared at the two glued together under the camera People, without saying a word, seemed to be quietly waiting for their next move.

(End of this chapter)