Bai Yuanshuang served as the chef, and the other guests helped. After working for an hour, a table of home-cooked dishes was finally prepared.
Lezi'ang finally had a mouthful of hot rice in his mouth and burst into tears: "It's so difficult."
Tian Zixuan had been sweeping the floor for a whole day, and his stomach was already complaining about the empty city plan. After devouring half a full meal, he said, "I must buy a box of instant noodles tomorrow to stock up."
"No/no way." Lu Xi and Song Xingci said in unison.
Seeing that Song Xingci did not explain, Lu Xi continued, "The director will not do the same routine a second time. Besides, you can eat out or take it home in the future."
The director team will never let the guests eat instant noodles every meal, unless the director team wants to be scolded to death by the fans of the guests.
After all, how popular "Sweet House" is now, how fast the number of fans on Weibo of the guests has increased, among which Lu Xi is the most popular, having directly exceeded the one million mark in just one day.
"Will there be a new routine tomorrow?" Le Ziang was still frightened. He stopped eating with his hands. The director team was so stupid. Thinking of this, the food in his mouth no longer tasted good.
"Why are we obviously participating in a love show, but we are living like we are surviving in the wilderness?" Tian Zixuan expressed everyone's sadness with one sentence.
"Maybe the director is too stupid!" Lu Xi sighed.
After the dinner, the director team finally stopped acting like a monster and did what Lian Zong really should do.
"Meeting means being destined. After a day together, I believe everyone must have a lot of secret things to say about the destined person. Now pick up the pen in your hands and write down your inner words to him/her."
Each guest received a pink envelope.
"Your written letters can be dropped into the mailbox in front of the person you like. Those who submit to each other will form a pair for tomorrow's date. If one person receives multiple letters, they can reverse the selection and choose
The person you love the most, now all guests, please go out for love."
Hou Guotai held up a loudspeaker and made an encouraging gesture.
The guests, who knew very well how deceitful the chief director was, shook their goosebumps.
"I'm so sleepy. Why do I have to do such a boring thing? I just want to sleep now." Le Ziang yawned.
Compared with his boredom, Tian Zixuan's whole face was full of confusion: "Can I only write one letter? I really want to write one to each brother and sister."
In Yangou's world, how can you just make a choice instead of having both.
Huo Dongling rolled his eyes and ran upstairs without looking at the three male guests.
Bai Yuanshuang's pretty face turned red, her brows and eyes were full of shyness, and she followed closely behind.
Lu Xi also left. As he walked, he was scratching his head in distress. What the hell is the person he/she likes?
She clearly loves money.
It's a pity that money doesn't like her.
After yawning, Le Ziang and Tian Zixuan, who had been struggling for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution, looked up and saw why they were the only two people left in the hall.
Oh! There is also a back view of Song Xingci.
Hou Guotai was in the chief director's room, excitedly watching all the live broadcast rooms, holding a thermos filled with wolfberry, drank water, and chuckled: "Old Ma, who do you think they will choose? Will they fight?
stand up?"
The assistant director looked at him sympathetically and shook his head: "I don't think it will be what you think."
"This is different. In the past, they could join forces to deal with the outside world, but now it is their internal Shura field." Hou Guotai put down the thermos cup, looking like he was going to have a good fight, "You see, Le Ziang will definitely choose Lu Xi, Song
Xing Ci is his rival, and he might choose Lu Xi. When they face each other, their fans will definitely start to fight, and the heat will be on the rise."
"What about the others?" the assistant director Lao Shen asked.
"It's hard to say about the other people." Hou Guotai thought deeply, "Tian Zixuan likes everyone equally. I suspect he will divide the letter into five. As for the three female guests, it's hard to guess."
At this point, Hou Guotai's frown suddenly relaxed and he said happily: "Look, we can't guess it, and the fans in the live broadcast room definitely can't guess it either. It's just that it's interesting if they can't guess it."
"Haha!" the assistant director smiled, "Maybe."
Seeing that he didn't believe what he said, Hou Guotai slapped the table: "Or we can make a bet."
"Lao Hou, there's no need to make a bet." The assistant director patted him on the shoulder. After all, he was an old friend for so many years. He had better prepare the quick-acting heart-saving pills first.
The assistant director is a sensible person. None of these guests are acting according to common sense. They are all time bombs. If Lao Hou wants to see the Shura Field, there is no chance.
Half an hour's time is up.
The guests went out one after another, and then four people bumped into each other in front of the door of the same room.
Hou Guotai, who was in the chief director's room, blinked, rubbed it vigorously with his hands, and took a closer look, and there were still four.
When did an extra male guest appear among the three male guests?
The smile on Hou Guotai's face disappeared.
As we all know, smiles never disappear, they only move.
The assistant director laughed.
Look!
Just say there's going to be a problem.
In front of the Luxi room, the three male guests and Huo Dongling, who unexpectedly and unexpectedly appeared here, bumped into each other.
Le Ziang looked at the other three: "Song Xingci, what do you mean? I knew the master first."
Song Xingci crossed her chest and leaned against the door: "I'm just following the rules of the program team. If you don't like it, just go find the director."
Lezi angrily said: "Master will never choose you. You are bringing humiliation to yourself by coming here."
"So she would choose someone unlucky?" Song Xingci mocked.
Le Ziang was stabbed in the heart, but he got used to it and replied: "That's better than having a paralyzed face."
Song Xingci's lips curled up slightly and he sneered: "Ha!"
Le Ziang was so angry that he pushed him away, trying to put his letter into the mailbox first.
However, the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman wins.
Huo Dongling loosened his grip and the letter quickly fell into the mailbox.
A question mark appeared on Le Ziang's head: "Huo Dongling, what are you doing here to get involved?"
"Who says I can't come?" Huo Dongling said confidently, "Which of the rules of the program stipulates that you cannot vote for people of the same sex? I just like Lu Xi. Are you trying to discriminate?"
Le Ziang was speechless and felt aggrieved to be the second person to submit a letter.
Song Xingci was too lazy to argue with him on this point and left directly after submitting the letter.
Tian Zixuan came last, but his envelope was much smaller than the other three.
It is really divided into five parts in equal proportions.
Tian Zixuan hurried to drop off the next letter, leaving only Le Ziang and Huo Dongling staring at each other.
The door suddenly opened. Lu Xi looked at the two door gods at his door and chuckled: "Are you two planning to guard the door for me?"
Huo Dongling took advantage of her gender advantage and rushed forward first, holding her hand. Seeing the envelope she was holding in her other hand, she asked, "Lu Xi, who do you plan to give this envelope to?"
