The wind blew making the rice field sway. On the ridge, the eight guests stood in the wind with sickles in their hands. They looked at the rice field in front of them in a daze.
Director Chen waved his cattail fan and reminded leisurely, "Who would have thought that every grain of rice in our bowls is obtained through the hard work of farmers? The outcome of the two groups of guests' competition will affect tonight's dinner."
All the firepower in the live broadcast room was targeted at Director Chen. Lots of people kept commenting that Dog Chen was indeed Dog Chen.
The competition soon began, but the guests were a little helpless and did not seem to be in a hurry to compete.
Tang Qiaoqiao quietly held the sickle and looked at Ruan Yan innocently. "Big Sister Ruan Yan, how do we harvest rice?"
