Tao Le didn't know what this uncle was thinking, he didn't eat ready-made food, but he wanted to toss around.

His own craftsmanship, he is obviously not sensitive, isn't he?

Xue Keqing raised his head and looked at Xi Mu's eyes full of grievances and puzzlement: "Dong Xi, in fact, my craftsmanship is really not bad."

Sun Wanlou started a round: "Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome. But it is recognized that the dishes are delicious, and they are not inferior to the two of you. ”

Simu was unmoved.

"It's not a hassle at all." "We'll do it ourselves," he insisted. ”

Tao Le tugged at his cuffs on the side and whispered, "Let's be clear first, my craftsmanship is very poor, far worse than Miss Xue." ”

Ximu lowered his head and saw Tao Le's round eyes because of puzzlement, and couldn't help but tap his index finger on her forehead, and smiled: "I'll do it." You just wait and eat. ”

Xue Keqing's eyes were staring straight at Xi Mu's finger.

With such an intimate action and such a kind expression, why did it go to that Dr. Tao?

Is it because the two of them were put into a group?

It was an unexpected joy to meet Mr. Xi here, and what was even more rare was that she also had the opportunity to be in a group with him.

There is only a little bit of Mr. Xi's expression, which is revealed for himself.

But just this little bit made him draw a gap between him and himself, and even chased them over in a hurry, but he didn't even want to taste his own craftsmanship.

Her hands were tightly twisted together, and her face was full of unwillingness and grievance, all of which fell into the eyes of Sun Wanlou, who had been in the world for a long time.

The latter gently pulled her: "Keqing, Mr. Xi has his ideas, but our dinner has to be prepared early, and this pot will have to be lent to others later." ”

His words were like a shot in the arm, instantly reminding Xue Keqing.

This is a recording show. The camera always followed, the pot was also used by her first, and the meals were cooked by her first!

Mr. Xi had not tasted his own craft before, so he naturally did not understand and distrust.

But it doesn't matter, isn't it her chance to perform now?

She has been to a culinary school to study, except for professional chefs, she is not afraid to compare with anyone, otherwise she can't become a well-known cooking anchor.

Not to mention anything else, as long as the aroma comes out later, I don't believe that someone can be so firm.

At that moment, Xue Keqing mustered up his strength and set up a pot stove with Sun Wanlou.

Tao Le had been looking at Ximu seriously since just now, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

Did she really hear it right? His Royal Highness the Prince actually knows how to cook? And he has to do it for himself himself?

How can there be so many situations that are incomprehensible to oneself?

But in any case, she can neither nor should she destroy this Yaxing of His Highness.

No matter what his old man does, she has to go on forever, eat without hesitation, and give him a good cheer.

Of course, if she can barely enter the mouth, even if she can reach her own level, she will be thankful.

However, it is not entirely without remedies.

Take advantage of the present to go and cook some fresh seafood in plain water, which is a natural delicacy, enough to make up for the lack of craftsmanship.

By the way, there are also those two small bronze medals, which must also be handed over for exchange as soon as possible.

"I'll go to the beach and get some seafood back." Tao Le said, and prepared to leave on his own.

Who knew that Ximu took a step on his long legs, and walked to her side: "I'll go with you." ”

"Anyway, it's still very early for us to use the pot."

The two followed the previous road to the beach, found Ying Yan in the base camp, and exchanged the bronze medal for a small bag of rice and a small bag of noodles.

It's really a small packet, it seems to be only half a cup, only enough to cook a pot of gruel.

The noodles are just a small bunch of noodles, just one serving.

Except for Ying Yan and a few people from the program team, only Shang Xi and Shu Yi were left on the beach.

The former was standing on a raised boulder on the shore fishing.

The rod he uses is an ordinary branch, and the line is woven from a very thin and tough grass in the forest.

Shu Yi walked on the clear shallows with his trousers clutched, cheering from time to time, picking up a shellfish full of patterns from the water and putting it in a peaked cap.

This hat, which Shang Xi had been wearing before, was used to hold things, which was very suitable.

Tao Le walked under the boulder, raised the two packets of mutton in his hand, and then asked for an exchange.

Shang Xi readily agreed, and directly wanted to exchange the fishing rod he had just made for her, but Tao Le directly refused.

She took two hooks, and then went back to the woods, and with Simu's help, pulled up a large pile of resilient grass and weaved them together with great speed.

She has practiced how to make her own tools for sea fishing in the space, and now she is familiar with it.

Simu watched her movements carefully, and suddenly became thoughtful.

Tao Le didn't notice this. After weaving a long reel of fishing line, she plucked some of the slightly rented rattan and made it into a round rattan basket half a man high.

Something like that, I don't know how many times I cut her in space, but now I don't want to hurt her in the slightest.

The cameraman's eldest brother started with Tao Le knotting grass as a rope, and he was a little less calm.

By the time the rattan basket was finished, his mouth could no longer be closed.

Is the guest they invited this time really just a doctor?

Fishing and weaving are all kinds of work, and when they get to the wild, they are like fish in water, so where is there a chance for others to perform?

Simu took the initiative to lift the rattan basket, and the two returned to the beach.

Shang Xi had just caught a small yellow croaker about two taels, and was happily sharing with Shu Yi when he saw the two of them coming back.

Not only did he come back, but he also had two more fishing rods and a large rattan basket.

"Hey, the program team still distributes this?" Shu Yidang's eyes lit up and shouted: "We also want one, otherwise it will be too inconvenient to load things or something." ”

The two cameramen glanced at each other, and at the same time loaded the quail, with a posture of not looking, listening, or answering.

As soon as they said this, Shu Yi and Shang Xi probably understood.

"Doctor Tao, this thing, is it. You made it up yourself?" Shang Xi asked with a look of amazement.

"Well, it's pretty simple." Tao Le's answer was concise and to the point.

She felt a little against her own will, because of the experience of studying in the space, well, don't mention it.

Simple?

Shang Xi and Shu Yi stepped forward and carefully observed the exquisitely woven rattan basket with fine mesh.

Such a beautiful thing, really made up in more than 20 minutes?

In fact, they miscalculated, these 20 minutes also include pulling weeds, pulling vines, and braiding fishing lines.

In the admiring and envious eyes of the two, Tao Le looked at the surrounding environment and found the most suitable place to get off the crab pot, the side of the boulder where Shang Xi was standing, and then stretched out his hand to Ximu.