Chapter 147 Sister Ling, what talent show are you going to perform? Singing?

Lu Ju threw 2 and 3, a total of 5 points.

Gong Yuwei threw 3 and 3, a total of 6 points.

Finally, Guan Yiwei also threw 4 and 6, a total of 10.

Guan Yiwei smiled heartily: "Cheng Ling, ladies first, you choose first later."

Cheng Ling shook her head, "No, let's throw it again."

-- Anyway, I will win. There is no need to take advantage of others.

Guan Yiwei was stunned.

Oh, this little girl is quite unique.

Most girls will accept it and then show their gratitude in a cute way, right?

"Okay, then you go first." Guan Yiwei said.

Cheng Ling took the dice.

Before throwing, she asked: "Does it determine the winner in one throw?"

Guan Yiwei nodded, "It will be determined in one throw."

Cheng Ling turned her wrist and the dice fell to the ground.

6 and 6.

12 points.

[6666666! ]

[Sister Ling can't control the dice? ]

[Don't be funny, do you know how difficult it is to control the dice to throw the points you want? It must be the dice you are used to, and you have to practice for many years. ]

[Yes, yes, my sister Ling is just lucky, God blesses her. ]

[What if Guan Yiwei also throws 12 points, do we have to compete again? ]

Guan Yiwei threw 3 and 2. A total of 5 points.

The order of choosing the house in the end was Xin Man, Cheng Ling, Guan Yiwei, Liu Zhiting, Gong Yuwei and Lu Ju.

Xin Man walked to the whiteboard and looked up at the six photos carefully.

The couplet in one photo was relatively complete and looked better.

This house should be good.

Xin Man stretched out his finger and pointed: "I choose this house."

Cheng Ling looked over, oh, this house. The house located in the north of the village and facing the sea. (The purple circle marked on the map in the previous chapter.)

It was Cheng Ling's turn to choose.

She walked to the whiteboard and chose a picture without hesitation.

The spring couplets in the picture faded to an exaggerated white color, which made people feel uncomfortable.

[Harmony and Spring] - Spring couplets are written like this.

Cheng Ling remembered that the house was in very bad condition and had been abandoned for at least two years.

The wooden door could not be closed tightly. There was a half-dead tree at the door, with messy vines hanging on the tree, and a lot of moss quietly crawled on the stone wall.

Because this is the closest house to Xin Man among the six houses. (Red circle)

There is only a dirt road less than five meters wide between the two houses.

If Cheng Ling wants to visit Xin Man on a whim at night, she can walk less than ten steps to get there.

It is really convenient.

The remaining four people chose their own houses one by one.

For other guests, a photo provides too little reference information, so they basically choose one at random.

As for the quality of the house, it is up to fate.

"Now everyone has chosen their own house," the host Dazhi said, "How is your house? The answer will be revealed after the ice-breaking session. At that time, we will take everyone to visit everyone's house."

After pushing away the whiteboard, the staff of the on-site team came back with a lot of snacks and drinks and piled them on two tables.

"The program team considers that everyone has been very tired all the way here, so please have some snacks, drink some drinks, and relax."

Cheng Ling was a little surprised.

She had studied the programs of the first three seasons, and the basic routine of the first day was:

Choose a house - break the ice - visit the house - collect ingredients - cook - sleep.

There were no snacks in the ice-breaking session before...

Then, Cheng Ling saw the brand of the snacks on the table - Cheng Daheng Food.

Cheng Ling: "."

If Dad doesn't make money, who will?

She signed up for "Slow Enjoyment" and then injected her own funds into the program team.

She didn't want to eat at first, but after all, it was her own brand, so she had to support it.

She reached out and took a bag of puffed food and opened it.

While eating, I listened to the host reading the lines.

Lu Ju lowered her voice and asked: "Sister Ling, this kind of snack is easy to gain weight..."

Cheng Ling glanced at the camera behind her, picked up the package, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is pure natural thin-cut cassava chips, not fried, and the energy is not high. It's okay to eat a little occasionally, and this black pepper flavor is full of flavor and crispy, very delicious."

After that, Cheng Ling picked up a piece of golden thin slices and turned her wrist skillfully in mid-air, trying to ensure that the cassava chips in the camera were presented to the audience in the most perfect and attractive posture.

Then, she put the cassava chips into her mouth.

"Crack!"

Cheng Ling smiled with satisfaction while chewing.

The originally dense barrage was reduced for a short time.

The audience cut out and placed orders for cassava chips.

Seeing her enjoying the meal, Lu Ju swallowed her saliva, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, then widened her eyes in surprise, "Wow, it's really crispy and delicious!"

The two of them ate one after another.

Da Zhi over there finally finished reading Cheng Daheng's Gourmet GG before he began to introduce the rules of the ice-breaking session.

"In the ice-breaking session, each guest needs to prepare a talent. There is no pressure, it's just an interaction between friends. In a while, everyone can eat snacks while watching the performance, and it can also bring us closer to each other. I want to applaud our program team for their thoughtfulness."

Lu Ju ate another piece of cassava chips and asked Cheng Ling: "Sister Ling, what are you going to perform? Sing?"

Bullet screen.

[Help! Please don't let Sister Ling sing. It's estimated that she can awaken the souls that have been sleeping for thousands of years in this land. ]

[The houses in this small village don't look very solid, but Sister Ling can knock them down with one voice. ]

[I still remember that quiet afternoon when my beloved idol Cheng Ling used a Yunnan folk song to shock my soul - my skull was shattered at that time! ]

Luckily, Cheng Ling shook her head, "No, I don't sing. I want to tell a story."

"A ghost story."