The old lady looked calm. She was facing many media and colleagues at this moment, and she was generous:
"Everyone, in my personal evaluation, all the fruits and vegetables I have tasted today should be gold medals in the same category. Do you have any objection?"
The stomachs of everyone present were still bulging. Who could object? The only objection they had was that they could no longer carry large and small bags home.
"I have an opinion!" The two old men next to her looked tense: "Which strawberry should I choose as the gold medal?"
White strawberry and red strawberry, white moonlight and cinnabar mole, let's have a high score.
Ah this.
This was the only problem that stuck the old lady.
Finally, she sighed: "This is not a good choice. If it doesn't work, let's go back and score."
Only the media people had sad faces.
"I've finished all the material, and I didn't take any close-ups... How can I write this news?"
What's going on? Why are the siblings more distressed than the other?!
Let's go. The booth behind us is in a mess, and there is no material to be photographed. We have to go to other booths to see if we can piece it together and make something useless...
Qiao Qiao: "Pfft!"
The other party was very excited, and Yang Zhengxin who was watching on the side was confused: "What teacher? The bad guy is still a teacher, what does he teach?"
After a pause, he added: "Little girls don't necessarily have to wear such bright clothes sometimes..."
I brought them here from a thousand miles away, but forgot about them when they were selected...
The old lady smiled slightly at Song Tan: "We are going to collectively evaluate the scores. In three days, the gold medal will be announced on the official website - but you don't mind that there is no award ceremony, right?"
Just as he was thinking about it, he walked towards that direction excitedly to see that no one was there. He looked at Qiao Qiao first, then at Song Tan, then at Xiao Liang, and then he said:
Yang Zhengxin:......
Two people:......!!
Because hot storage of watermelons will cause the skin to separate, there are no separate partitions in the warehouse. Qiao Qiao only remembered that now, silently.
Both of them are working as laborers, and they usually just grab things under the live broadcast room, but the 60 pounds of watermelon is really beyond their personal ability. At this moment, they also know that what Qiao Qiao said is unreasonable, so they can only nod sadly.
She pointedly stared at Song Tan's fluorescent green jacket: "Come back next time and change to a different color."
At this moment, I could still take two steps back and hook up with Song Tan: "Brother! He just said that our relationship is strong, right? Go back and tell our sister that you are also greedy, mainly because you are picky about food."
"Yes!" Yang Zheng's heart jumped up instantly: "Sister! My dear sister! I'll repay you for your small kindness, but their shed doesn't have much? Can you go make cows and horses for him?"
The old lady nodded: "I can tell by looking at you dressed like this."
A big reporter who is not very sensitive to the industry is still so sensitive. At this moment, he is just flipping through his mobile phone in confusion and wondering: "Then outside the store...why is there nothing?"
And vowed: "You must eat less later!"
Qiaoqiao agreed that time, but she said sincerely: "I can sell two, but I recommend buying it. The watermelons in the shed are expensive now in winter, costing 60 per catty. They don't have the money to save next spring and summer."
Tianlai live broadcast room, please buy less bad food and eat less. It’s a good deal to buy now.”
"Song Tan, have you forgotten the watermelon?"
"Are watermelons for sale?"
Song Tan opened his mouth, and Qiao Qiao quickly ordered:
Are you a serious person?
The pig-killing feast is something we can commit to anyway. After going back and forth, the number of tables has now been increased to 15. If we add more, a whole pig will have to be sold out... What will our family eat next year?
Bai Shengsheng's face is all blue and blue, tsk.
…
"Strawberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, etc. outside the house are nothing you don't care about."
But the woman and man opposite became proud: "You, Teacher Xiao Liang, are engaged in education! Song Tan, Bao'er, he doesn't have anything over there that you need to taste, ahem, judge?"
by the way:
"Teacher Song Tan?"
Yang Zhengxin: ...did he listen to what they said was serious? Those who engage in education are like Song Tan. Can I engage in education? Now it's Song Tan, and now it's Bao'er...
I hooked Song Tan's neck: "Education anchor, what did he call you?"
At the entrance of Reku, Xiao Liang came out with a box in his arms, asked the staff for a bag, then took out two watermelons and handed them over, imitating Qiao Qiao's tone:
Yang Zhengxin:...Yes.
But Qiaoqiao suddenly realized——
The two older friends collapsed: "Teacher Song Tan, you are only seventy years old..."
The girl looked sad: "Is it your fault that you got the watermelon when you bought it, but you got the ticket when you grabbed it?"
Song Tan responded obediently and took Yang Zhengxin with him.
"Dayang, he has really worked hard today. Let's take those two watermelons home and eat them."
Xiao Liang pondered for a moment: "If only they would eat less watermelon."
They looked at each other, hurriedly hugged their notebooks and finished writing the manuscript.
"Xiao Liang, go to Reku and bring the watermelon back. Let's treat his big friend to some watermelon."
The media people also followed suit.
However, Song Tan became excited: "Ah! Big friends!"
…
I swore to God: "You guys worked overtime on New Year's Day, and you can't go without a day off!"
Song Tan shook his head: "Professor Song has already said that we plan to go home overnight tonight."
Xiao Liang shook his head: "Recommended student, is he going to learn something else during the winter vacation?"
The other thing is, if that company's stuff becomes popular, those comments and reports will be dug out by netizens.
At the edge of the booth, Xiao Liangqiu stretched exaggeratedly and sighed: "I'm so tired! That's much less tiring than you explaining agricultural machinery."
Looking at the two expectant fans, Qiao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Have they got the tickets for the pig-killing feast? Let's try the watermelon later. They also buy watermelon in the summer, right?"
"
Qiao Qiao glanced at me: "Dayang did help a little today... Do you still want to go home and send him strawberries?"
Thinking about it, although the selection was still attracting attention, the young man lost the excitement of participating in the cold report.
After a while, I suddenly sympathized: "They still need to learn knowledge at such a young age..."
"Break it." Obviously the other party also understood that Gui Gui could have fish and shrimp at the moment, so he waited expectantly for the watermelon.
I looked at Qiao Qiao firmly: "Sister Song Tan, can I give you two tickets to the pig-killing feast? He sees that you are here, it's all fate, just for a small festival..."
"Ah?" Song Tan was startled, and then he saw the other party was instantly surprised: "Teacher Song Tan! It's really him! Did he also come to participate in that selection? Oh my god, why did you say it outside the live broadcast room? That niche selection
