Summer noon comes fast and urgently, the sun is high, and the program team must not let the artists continue to work.

Heat stroke or anything is not a risk that the program team can afford.

Therefore, at ten o'clock, the program team directly called a stop.

This morning, the progress of each group is not bad.

The two groups of Qiu Qi and Lin Lan had the most considerable gains.

The two groups not only paid off the debt for breakfast, but also successfully bought a light meal for lunch.

The remaining peaches are pounded, and you can also exchange a big watermelon with the program team.

On such a summer day, a piece of chilled watermelon can be beautifully bubbling.

Especially in such a situation, after work, on a sour afternoon, a piece of chilled watermelon is simply a lifesaver.

Qiu Qi and Meng Fuyuan are also generous, and they directly changed one, and everyone shared it together.

Although there are a lot of MCs, in fact, everyone doesn't dare to eat too much.

Although the watermelon has a lot of moisture, the chilled watermelon is refreshing enough.

But we can't ignore the fact that the sugar content in watermelon is high, that is, I like to eat it, and everyone doesn't dare to indulge themselves.

Although the amount of labor in the morning has actually consumed a lot, the female artist eats a piece of watermelon at most, and no matter how much she has, she doesn't dare to take it.

Otherwise, when I turn around with the agent, I will cry again.

This variety show was tiring and bitter to film, and Lin Lan didn't want to be thrown into the gym after she went back.

So, the restrained ones ate only one piece.

You Binbin's face was not very good-looking, the progress of their group was the slowest in the morning, and she was tired and sleepy, so she only barely ate a piece in the end, so she excused herself too tired and went back to the room to rest first.

Qiu Qi doesn't understand this kind of practice, he is tired to die or live, and he has to satisfy the unspeakable desires of those men at night.

But after thinking about it, this is a world of little yellow mosquitoes, and all this seems to make sense again.

After all, the world of the little yellow mosquito is cool, and there is no need for logic.

Even if it is a little yellow mosquito with a plot, the plot is all for the sake of driving more pleasantly in the future.

Qiu Qi didn't eat much, and after eating two pieces, Brother Xiong was already on the staff's side, coughing incessantly as a reminder.

Qiu Qi turned his head to take a look, and then he saw Brother Xiong with a straight face, and the expression seemed to say: It's almost right, a little self-consciousness of a female artist, don't let the agent always remind you.

The hand that originally wanted to reach for the watermelon was quietly retracted.

"It's still hard to be an artist." Qiu Qi and Xiao Qi, who withdrew their hands, sighed, and then went to wash their hands.

Watermelon is high in sugar, even if you are very careful, your hands are still stained with juice after eating, and if you don't wash it, it will be sticky and uncomfortable.

"But there's a lot of money." Hearing Qiu Qi say this, Xiao Qi thought about it, and then replied.

When Qiu Qi heard it, it also made sense.

Compared with other professions, it does earn a lot.

Even if you deduct the money deducted by the brokerage company and the money for the maintenance team, there are still a lot.

For example, the original owner, in Qin Xiyan's company, signed a low-level contract, and the sharing ratio between the artist and the agent company is actually pitiful.

But after three years, the original owner still saved millions in his hands.

The original owner is not red, that is, the resource has not been broken, although it is not a big resource, but at least the income is still stable.

Those first-line flowers, small fresh meat or something, appearance fees, variety show salaries and the like, if you don't agree with each other, it's seven or eight figures, and after deducting other miscellaneous items, there are still a lot left.

It's hard work, but which line is not hard?

When Qiu Qi first came to the plane, he entered the research institute, and sometimes he could rotate for several days in order to study a new project.

Wasn't it hard at that time?

How is it possible, staying up late is almost a cross-eye, and in the end, the project may not have any pleasing results, and it will fail if it is not good.

But when it was time to get through, no one escaped.

Because of the sun at noon, everyone rests at noon, of course, it is impossible to let the MC sleep directly, or move freely or something.

There has to be some activity or something, in fact, to promote the fine peaches in the village.

"Do you hear the rules?" Everyone gathered in the air-conditioned room and started playing games.

The director took a loudspeaker over there and said, simple rules of the game.

The program team prepared two pots of peaches, and the appearance of the peaches actually didn't make any difference.

But in the two pots of peaches, there are sour and sweet, and the peaches are controlled by the staff.

Then, the staff took it out and put it on a plate on the table, two at a time, and let the four groups guess whether the peach is sour or sweet.

The group that guessed correctly did not need to eat the peaches, but the group that guessed incorrectly needed to eat both peaches.

"It's not lunch, is it?" After listening to this, Song Yuan teased the director.

"Of course not." The director naturally denied it, no matter how excessive they were, it was impossible for them to directly use fruit as lunch and fool the artists.

Song Yuan is actually just joking, adding stalks to add explosive points to the show.

Hearing the director say this, Meng Fuyuan patted his chest, and said as if afraid: "I'm so panicked, I'm so afraid that this is the lunch meal, I see peaches now, and my heart is bitter." ”

"So, this peach should let us tell if it's sweet or bitter, after all, it's been a morning picking." Yu Jian echoed a sentence, everyone talked and laughed, the game has begun.

The boutique peach area is sweet and sour, but because of the problem of taste preference, there are not too many sweet and sour varieties, and more of them are sweet taste.

The flesh of the sweet peach is pinkish white, and the flesh of the sweet and sour peach is golden yellow.

But on the outside, they all look the same, and it's not easy to distinguish between them.

Of course, the local growers, at a glance, can see that this is experience.

But for MCs, they don't have the ability to do this at all.

The theme of this issue is local peaches, so the game session will definitely not be avoided.

Even if everyone picked the peaches all morning, and now they look at the peaches, their eyes are green, but they still have to play.

It's just to eat.,Everyone didn't let go of the watermelon just now.,Now you can use the game to eat it brightly.。

"Maybe you'll be full, save money, and then you can have a big meal in the evening."

"That's, that's it, I'm saving up for a good meal in the evening."

……

Watching the staff start to set up the peaches, the MCs began to tease.

You say a word to me, and after a while, the game begins.

"Sister, who of us can guess?" A group of two people still had to discuss, Meng Fuyuan turned around very obediently and asked Qiu Qi.

Everyone gathered around the kang, and there was a small square table in the middle of the kang, which was not big, just enough to put two plates.

Qiu Qi and Lin Lan were on one side, and Song Yuan and Zhong Cheng were on the other side of the table.

Fortunately, the kang was large, and eight people sat down, but it didn't look crowded.

And there is an air conditioner blowing, even if there are many people, everyone will not feel hot.

In addition to the necessary shooting, the director team has already withdrawn after fixing the camera position and freed up the space.