After quitting the wealthy family, she became popular as a fake daughter

Chapter 132

Jiang Song coughed twice: "Why don't you take me to that bamboo forest, Zhao Ying, and we'll dig some more."

Before Zhao Ying could speak, Chu Li spoke.

Chu Li said generously: "No, I can solve it myself. Just find your own ingredients."

Such a comparison makes Zhao Ying extremely stingy.

Zhao Ying almost got angry.

Where the camera couldn't see, he gave Chu Li a hard look.

After finding the ingredients, it's almost eleven o'clock now.

Chu Li sat on the stone bench and asked them to clean the bamboo shoots by themselves.

Zhao Ying copied his hands, "Don't you have a long life? Shouldn't you do these things?"

Chu Li crossed her legs and rested her chin with one hand:

"I wake you up and I have to put on your pants?"

"you!"

Zhao Ying was pissed off by her.

As soon as Zhao Ying left, Chu Li received a warning look from the director.

Chu Li raised her eyebrows and made a gesture of sealing her mouth.
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[Hahahahaha, is there something wrong?Nothing wrong! 】
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[I don't know why, originally I didn't like Chu Li either, but seeing her pissing off people made me inexplicably comfortable. 】
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[The source of happiness today is given by Chu Li. 】

After they cleaned the bamboo shoots by themselves, Chu Li chopped them up a few times, threw them into the pot and started cooking.

This time she didn't forget to add oil, salt and vinegar. For seasoning, she also added two sticks of millet spicy from the aunt next door.

Didn't even wash it, just threw it in.
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[To tell you the truth, my mother cooks pig food at home in the same way. 】
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[Everyone listen to me, isn’t this for pigs? 】
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[Hahahaha, grab the bamboo shoots!There are no bamboo shoots in that pot. 】

Just as Chu Li threw the things in, suddenly several people broke in at the door.

"Grandpa, they are the ones who poached our bamboo shoots! Wow!"

Several old people came to the door with two crying children.

The old man's feet were still covered in mud, and his face was wrinkled.

The skin was tanned.

It is completely the image of an ordinary villager.

Because of their intrusion, An Wen and the others were frightened.

The director team didn't stop it in time, and now they are all watching in the live broadcast!
It was just around noon for dinner, and many people were looking for a variety show for dinner, and when they saw the recommendation, they clicked in.
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[Accidentally discovered, what kind of live broadcast is this? 】
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[These are all actors, or is it really a conflict? 】

Those fans in the live broadcast room were giving explanations to the new comers.

With his two grandchildren, the grandfather looked at the bamboo shoot shells thrown away on the ground, and his heart ached:

"These are specially planted by our family and sold later. Some black-hearted person poached them!"

Grandpa is about to cry.

An Wen and Ding Yu looked at Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying frowned: "I don't know that those bamboo shoots have owners. Besides, I didn't dig them up, I discovered them, and the director team dug them up."

This is an obvious shirking of responsibility.

An Wen's affection for him was halved in an instant.

In the live broadcast room, some people were also angry.
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[This time, Zhao Ying's real hammer overturned the car, I think what else can Zhao Ying's fans do? 】
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[Selling people and not taking responsibility must always admit one. 】
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[Zhao Ying, come out and take two steps? 】

An Wen looked at the poor old grandpa, stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry grandpa, we will compensate you. We didn't know that these bamboo shoots had owners."

"Compensation? What compensation do you get?" The old man said excitedly, "You not only dug up my bamboo shoots, but also trampled on my farmland! We are going to sell these!"

An Wen backed away in fright.

Looking back at Zhao Ying, who was acting as an invisible man beside him.

(End of this chapter)