Sang Qiao and Jiaojiao both threw scissors, while the other two threw paper.
The forr two played rock-paper-scissors again, with Sang Qiao winning, and among the latter two, it was Lu Tianxin who erged victorious.
"Sang Qiao, which room do you want?" the director asked with a smile, waiting for her to make a choice.
"Can I take a look at the rooms?" Sang Qiao's gaze swept over several rooms, hesitant to make a decision at a glance. In her view, the outermost room with windows certainly had good lighting.
But she didn't know the specific layout inside. If the other three rooms had balconies and similar lighting, then compared to them, the outermost room was just too exposed to the sun.
"Tsk, you and ng Wangge are really cut from the sa cloth, taking stinginess to the extre. Is there really a need to be so petty?" Lu Tianxin voiced her sarcasm. She just couldn't stand such poor-spirited people.
What's wrong with being generous and yielding a bit?
Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow, "If you like to take losses so much, why don't you choose the worst option every ti from now on?"
Lu Tianxin's face turned uncomfortable as she was called out, "We're talking about choosing rooms right now, don't change the subject. And what's wrong with taking a small loss? A loss can be a blessing, don't you understand?"
"Oh, then I wish you blessings as vast as the Eastern Sea," Sang Qiao said, her gaze flitting past her with an air of nonchalance as she dropped this remark.
"You..." Lu Tianxin was instantly at a loss for words.
"Pfft, haha," ng Wangge couldn't help but burst into laughter. Seeing Lu Tianxin's frustrated look was just so satisfying; otherwise, she always acted so high and mighty.
"Ah, Sang Qiao, just go ahead and choose already," the director sighed as he listened to Sang Qiao's yapping. With her quick wit, there was no one who could trick her.
Looking at this room selection situation, everyone's first thought would probably be to directly pick the outermost room, as windows ant good lighting.
But Sang Qiao thought different, her mind working faster. She wouldn't choose right away; she wanted to see the rooms first.
[HAHAHA what does the director's sigh an? Is he afraid of being retorted by Sang Qiao? I'm dying of laughter. I think the director and Sang Qiao could write a book together called, " and My Resentful Actors."]
[Help, that wish for blessings as vast as the Eastern Sea really spoke my mind. I just can't stand people like Lu Tianxin who pretend to be good and urge others to be generous, making everyone else feel awkward.]
[Sang Qiao = my internet mouthpiece.]
Sang Qiao first opened the outermost room. With a push of the door, there was only a dilapidated bed that seed on the verge of collapse, though the lighting was indeed good. But the toilet at the back had no door, not to ntion a balcony.
"...Can soone actually sleep on this bed?" ng Wangge asked earnestly from outside, seeing everything clearly, and she started to despair—she was the last in rock-paper-scissors!
If she had to sleep in this room... could that bed even support her weight?
Director: "Isn't there a blanket? You could make do with sleeping on the floor for the ti being, or figure out sothing on your own."
Next, Sang Qiao opened the second room. Because it was sandwiched in the middle, without lights on, there was barely any light, almost like it was night. However, the bed was a soft mattress, and the washroom was relatively luxurious, with a fully equipped wardrobe and desk.
The third room was similar, but the fourth room seed like paradise. It had a large balcony at the back and the room's lighting was no worse than the first room's. Plus, the bed t luxury suite standards.
"I want this one." Sang Qiao stated decisively, standing at the doorway of the fourth room.
Jiaojiao also took in all four rooms and felt secretly relieved that ng Wangge had competed with her. Otherwise, she would've ended up in that shabby first room.
Still, she couldn't help feeling dissatisfied. The fourth room was taken by Sang Qiao, and there wasn't much she could do about it.
She had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and pointed to the third room, "Then I'll take the one next door."
"I'm definitely taking the second room," Lu Tianxin said, watching ng Wangge with the air of soone enjoying a drama.
Feeling guilty, ng Wangge looked at Lin Weichen, "I'm sorry for making you stay in a room like this. From now on, you should handle any drawing lots or contests. I've been unlucky since childhood, a regular prize-repelling physique, the most cursed when it cos to drawing lots."
"It's fine," Lin Weichen said, his expression still cold and indifferent as if he didn't care about anything.
"Everyone, pack up your luggage and you can go downstairs to cook."
"Okay."
Sang Qiao packed her single suitcase quickly and then stood aside waiting for Si Chenli.
The man's luggage wasn't much either, and after he had packed everything, they walked downstairs one after the other.
In the kitchen, other people were already gathered, and the ingredients on the table were fully prepared. Gu Nanmo, who had claid he could cook on the first day of shooting, indeed moved with proficiency.
Lu Tianxin was helping on the side, though she couldn't really offer much assistance, perhaps just picking vegetable leaves at best.
Sang Jiao and Yao Hui were both struggling with a live fish in hand.
The fish would jump out lively and flop back into the water, splashing Yao Hui until he was soaked, leaving him sowhat irritable, "Jiaojiao, can you put in a bit more strength?"
"Sorry," Sang Jiao said, holding the slippery fish with distaste.
Sang Qiao stood at the door, observing for a while before turning to look at Si Chenli, "Are you picky with food, or is there anything you can't eat?"
"No," the man said, looking down at her restless eyes and knowing she had other ideas in mind.
"We're not cooking here," Sang Qiao declared and walked over to the table to grab a chicken and so greens.
Without thinking, she passed them to him, "Hold these."
"Mm," he said, eyeing the still-living chicken with a slight frown but still reached out to take it.
The rooster struggled uneasily in his hand, making a "kok kok kok kok—" noise.
Sang Qiao also picked up so seasoning boxes and fish, as well as a lighter and such, "Let's go."
The two of them left, and no one else paid them much attention, thinking they were just going out to deal with the ingredients.
An hour later.
Gu Nanmo and his group were the first to finish cooking the al, which consisted of very hostyle dishes; while not particularly special, they were a world apart compared to ng Wange's indiscernible dishes that looked sowhat trashy and indistinguishable.
Sang Jiao's dishes weren't any better—neither she nor her partner had managed to clean the fish properly, and they spat out the first bite imdiately.
"Director, can we go out to buy food?" Yao Hui said, the taste of fish guts strong in his mouth and making him want to vomit, unable to completely get rid of the taste even after rinsing his mouth several tis.
"There are only villagers within a ten-mile radius, no restaurants," the director replied.
"Ah... You can't possibly expect us to eat this stuff, right?" ng Wange pointed at the two clumps of food she made.
She felt terribly sorry for Lin Weichen; she really was a good-for-nothing person who was more trouble than she was worth.
She felt especially guilty as Lin Weichen had chosen her today, and she had let him down!
"We can't waste food, and there's a penalty of hard labor for any excess of food over one jin remaining every day," the director added rcilessly. He probably knew these people couldn't cook, but he hadn't expected they wouldn't even manage the basics.
[Hahahahaha I'm dying of laughter, ng Wange almost set the kitchen on fire earlier, and Lin Weichen's ever-unchanging stern face actually cracked a little.]
[I seriously think Yao Hui and Sang Jiao are idiots; I can understand if they didn't clean the fish properly, but to not even have the common sense of cooking? Throwing rice directly into the pot without even adding water?]
[Looking at this, Gu Nanmo is still the most impressive. Even though he's understated and ordinary, at least he managed to cook the al properly.]
[By the way, where's Sang Qiao? She seems to have taken so ingredients from the kitchen and never ca back. She couldn't possibly be so dumb that she hasn't been able to prepare the ingredients in an hour, right?]
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