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♡•Chapter 054•♡

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　　"Bombing the kitchen?" Yu Wenning's eyes narrowed, completely ignoring the burnt pig's trotters, and asked anxiously, "Are you injured?"

　　"No, I'm fine." Facing Wen Ning's sudden serious expression, Lian Qing felt a little guilty. He waved his hands and explained, "I've never used a pressure cooker before. I didn't operate it properly and it exploded. But I dodged quickly and nothing happened. It's just that... I didn't get to eat the food I won from playing games. What a waste..."

　　"The food is not important. Are you really not hurt?" Yu Wen Ning was still worried.

　　"Really? If you don't believe me, just look!" As Lian Qing spoke, he was about to lift up his clothes.

　　Yu Wenning repeatedly stopped him: "Wait, there should be a cameraman in your room, right? Don't show your body."

　　"It's okay, he's a man." Lian Qing said nonchalantly.

　　Yu Wenning subconsciously wanted to say that men were not allowed to do this either, but after thinking it over again, he finally said, "But there are women in the audience too!"

Lian Qing paused, quickly covered his clothes, and looked at the camera warily. Then he lowered his head and said to Yu Wenning, "Brother, I feel miserable. The pressure cooker exploded, and some things in the kitchen were also affected. There was also the door. When the staff rushed into the kitchen to save me, they kicked the door open. It will definitely need to be repaired. How much do you think we have to pay for this?"

　　Xiao Liansang also said with a serious face: "Brother is old and poor, I don't know if he can afford the compensation."

　　Yu Wenning laughed and said, "In fact, the compensation is only a few hundred yuan at most. Don't worry, the program team will take care of it. Their budget already includes a sum of money specifically for guests to tinker with and break things. You don't need to pay for it."

　　Lian Qing and the young monk Lian Sang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and patted their chests in unison: "I was scared to death."

　　Lian Qing glared at the little guy: "Don't imitate me."

　　"My senior brother is the one, don't learn from me."

　　"I was the one who said it first..."

　　Yu Wen Ning helplessly watched the two people making a fuss on the other side of the screen. While it was funny, he also felt... it felt good and warm.

　　The daily quarrel between the Lian brothers ended with a loud noise coming from Lian Qing's stomach: "Gurgle... Gurgle..."

　　He covered his stomach with his hands, his face visibly reddened, and he lowered his head, feeling ashamed to face Wen Ning. As for why he felt ashamed to face Yu Wen Ning alone among the people in the room, he never thought deeply about it.

　　Yu Wenning laughed: "Are you hungry? Didn't you eat dinner?"

　　"I ate, but not much."

　　Lian Sang, the young monk, said, "Brother, please get two bowls of rice, and we will each have one bowl. But Brother usually eats five bowls of rice, so he is not full."

　　Lian Qing covered his little mouth with his hand. The dead kid would expose his senior brother's shortcomings! What if the elder brother thinks he eats too much and doesn't invite him to dinner in the future?

　　Thinking of this, he said righteously: "If I don't have five bowls, I can't eat that much! I usually only eat four bowls, really!"

　　So is there a big difference between four bowls and five bowls? Yu Wenning felt both distressed and amused. He said, "Go ask the program director for some food. He's my friend and he'll always give you something to eat."