Five off-road vehicles from the production team have already parked in front of the cal station at Animal Rescue Station No. 032.
Xu Ying had been standing at the door waiting, wearing a wide-brimd cowboy hat, a straw stem in her mouth, looking quite dashing, already exuding the aura of a big boss.
She was holding two ear fox cubs, who were just waking up and yawning, with a smile while watching the guests get out of the cars one by one.
"Good morning, ’day employees’!"
Xu Ying’s voice was clear, with unmistakable cheerfulness, "How did you sleep last night? Did you dream about today’s tasks?"
As soon as Yao Yingzhe got out of the car, he sneezed. He was wrapped in a thick down jacket, but the chilly desert morning was still too much for him.
Ming Xueying looked like she hadn’t woken up, with her exquisite makeup barely covering the dark circles under her eyes. She had clearly spent a considerable amount of ti applying face masks in the tent last night to salvage her look for today.
Singer and dancer Jia Yao had a frosty expression as if to say, "Why am I here?" while Ye Jie seed in good spirits, curiously observing the surroundings.
As for the top actor Jiang Mo... he maintained a detached expression, as though none of this concerned him.
Xu Ying clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention: "Alright, since we’re all here, I’ll announce today’s first task—" She deliberately elongated her words, scanning everyone’s expressions, then grinned, "Cleaning cal dung from the cal station!"
—"What?!"
Xu Ying’s words struck like thunder, jolting this group of half-awake celebrities awake.
Yao Yingzhe nearly jumped, Ming Xueying’s face went pale instantly, Jia Yao’s frown could probably pinch a fly to death, Ye Jie, however, burst into laughter, and Jiang Mo... Jiang Mo remained unperturbed, rely casting a glance toward the cal pen.
The bullet screen exploded instantly—
[Hahaha, is Xu Ying a devil? Isn’t she just taking the chance to get back at these celebrities who tornted her last night?]
[Teacher Yao: I’m a veteran in the film industry, you want to shovel dung??]
[Ming Xueying’s expression could be made into a , pupil earthquake jpg.]
[Only Ye Jie can still laugh, grinning widely; this girl’s mindset is truly comndable. My impression of her changed since last night.]
Xu Ying didn’t care about their reactions. She smiled and handed out five shovels from behind her, one for each person: "The tools are ready; everyone gets one, fair and square!"
Yao Yingzhe took the shovel, his hands trembling: "This, this shovel is taller than !"
Xu Ying winked: "Teacher Yao, didn’t you say last night that ’young people shouldn’t be pampered’? Soone as respected as you surely has no problem with this!"
Yao Yingzhe: "..."
He’s never going to preach any more life lessons on this show!!!
Ming Xueying looked at the shovel in her hand, her voice trembling: "How... how do you do this?"
Xu Ying slightly raised an eyebrow: "Well, just hold the shovel and scoop up the dung!"
Jia Yao kept a straight face: "You expect us to shovel with our hands?"
Xu Ying shrugged and responded flippantly: "What else? Do you want to use your height-increasing insoles and shoulder pads to shovel?"
The bullet screen cracked up—
[Xu Ying’s mouth is a lethal weapon]
[Jia Yao: What about my pride as a top idol??]
[This show should be renad "Top Flow Transformation"]
Jia Yao’s face turned as black as a pot bottom, his peach blossom eyes praised by fans as "harboring a sea of stars" shot icy glints.
His long fingers gripped the shovel handle tightly, the cuffs of his custom designer shirt already sared with suspicious brown stains.
"Do you know how much insurance I have on these hands?"
He gritted his teeth, raising his left hand, on which he stubbornly refused to remove the Chro Hearts ring despite the show’s request, "Eight figures!"
—"Wow, eight-figure hands!"
Xu Ying’s tone was mockingly exaggerated: "Then you should be using a gold shovel to shovel gold poop!"
Jia Yao was nearly faint with anger!
Xu Ying tilted her head to scrutinize the rhinestone-studded fingernails, then suddenly pulled out a rusty pair of pliers from her pocket: "Want to help you take that ring off?"
Seeing him shrink back, she twirled the pliers and added: "Don’t worry, I just used these last month to fix the horseshoes of a national first-class protected animal, the Bactrian cal."
"Using it to trim your eight-figure hands is definitely high-class."
The bullet screen scrolled madly:
[Xu Ying specializes in curing pretentiousness]
[Is a top idol’s hand a hand, but a cal’s butt not a butt?]
[Suggestion: Check if the height increase insole is real.]
"It’s simple, just shovel the cal dung from the cal pen to the compost area over there, be careful not to step in it~"
As Xu Ying pointed, the cara panned over the now-expanded cal pen—dozens of fresh dung piles scattered across the dry sandy ground, exuding a faint warm mist in the morning light.
Several handmade forage bags hung on the fence made of poplar wood, with bales of dry alfalfa piled in the corner, a mixture of the fresh scent of forage and the distinctive animal musk lingering in the air.
The most eye-catching feature was the artificial transplanted dead tree trunk in the center of the pen, where five or six Bactrian cals lazily leaned, ruminating.
Just then, Xu Ying appropriately introduced the behavior of cal rumination (homophone to除) in front of the cara.
Xu Ying casually picked up a dead branch, poking a constantly chewing Bactrian cal with a smile: "Now, everyone, celebrity apprentices and viewers in front of the cara, pay attention! Here cos a desert mini-lecture~"
She pulled over a scowling Jia Yao: "See this cal? It’s the top gourt in the animal kingdom!"
Saying that, she gently lifted the cal’s hanging forage with the twig, "First, they, like certain picky top idols—" she deliberately glanced at Jia Yao, "will munch on cacti and sea buckthorn carelessly, then swallow it down."
The ear fox suddenly poked its head out of her pocket, pointing a tiny paw at the cal’s moving mouth.
Xu Ying nodded knowingly: "Exactly! This is the key point!"
"Later, they’ll do this—"
Xu Ying’s twig pointed at another cal spitting out plant matter, "They regurgitate ’food’ that’s not fully chewed, then chew it again like gum, grinding it 40 to 50 tis!"
"Finally, they swallow the food into their true stomach!"
"This is called rumination!"
Xu Ying magically pulled a mini stomach model from her pocket, "It’s a four-stomach tycoon! First stored in the express locker, then put into the microwave, and finally digested in the needle stomach."
Ye Jie couldn’t resist curiously asking: "Little Xu Station Chief, why do cals ruminate?"
Xu Ying answered with a smile: "Cal rumination/chewing is an efficient digestive strategy for adapting to arid environnts."
"The plants they eat are coarse and low in nutrition, so they regurgitate the food from their stomachs back to the mouth to chew again, thoroughly breaking down fibers and extracting more nutrients."
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