Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

When Xu Qing came out after taking a shower, it was already broad daylight outside.

But he almost thought he had wandered onto the wrong film set.

The parking lot, which used to be filled with the smell of gasoline and dust, has now been transformed by Lao Zhang and his team into an open-air upscale restaurant.

Several RVs formed a semicircle, with a thick dust-proof carpet spread out in the center. An automatically retractable awning overhead blocked the increasingly scorching sun.

The long dining table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and silver candlesticks and fresh flowers were placed on it.

Although lighting candles in broad daylight is a bit crazy, the atmosphere was definitely right.

The most outrageous thing is the one next to it.

Three large, fat men wearing tall chef hats were busy working there.

I don't know where Old Zhang got that portable stove from, but the flames were leaping really high.

Something is frying in the pan, making a sizzling sound.

A domineering fragrance, carried by the wind, spread unchecked in all directions.

That's the smell of matsutake mushrooms sautéed in butter, mixed with black pepper and rosemary, and the unique sweetness of seafood.

This smell was like a biological weapon to those trainees who were still eating the boxed lunches provided by the production team, or even those who could only eat boiled leafy greens to maintain their figures.

In the nearby rest area, several F-class contestants who were squatting on the ground eating boxed lunches had stopped eating.

They looked at the few yellowed green vegetables and the unidentified meat in their lunchboxes, and then smelled the air.

Someone couldn't help but swallow.

"Why do I smell lobster?"

"It looks like there's also steak..."

"Is this a film crew shooting a food show?"

Following the aroma, everyone looked over and saw the imposing black RVs, and Xu Qing and his group sitting under the awning, preparing to eat.

Everyone fell silent.

This isn't a competition.

They're clearly here for a vacation.

Xu Qing dried her still-dripping hair and sat down at the dining table.

After changing into a clean white T-shirt and jeans, she looked much more refreshed.

Although he still looked like he hadn't woken up yet, the sense of dejection had faded slightly.

"Young master, lunch is ready."

Old Zhang stood to the side, a white towel draped over his hand, bowing slightly.

"The main course is Boston lobster with black truffle pasta, and an M9 tomahawk steak."

"Considering that Mr. Wang and his family might not be used to Western food, the chef specially prepared a seafood platter with ten pounds of mantis shrimp and abalone."

Xu Qing nodded.

"That's very thoughtful."

He turned to look at Wang Dazhu and the other two sitting opposite him.

These three guys were huddled in their chairs, their bodies stiff.

They stared at the exquisite plates before them, which resembled works of art, and the heavy silver cutlery in their hands, too afraid to move.

Wang Dazhu rubbed his hands on his pants repeatedly, afraid of getting the snow-white tablecloth dirty.

"Brother... this... this..."

Wang Dazhu stammered as he pointed to the lobster in the middle of the table, which was thicker than his arm.

"This bug looks really fierce, is it edible?"

Before Xu Qing could speak, a soft laugh suddenly came from the side.

"That's a Boston lobster, not an insect."

Several people turned around.

Then I saw Ye Zhi Qiu walking over carrying a transparent plastic lunchbox.

The lunchbox was filled with lush green lettuce and broccoli, and the only meat was two pieces of boiled chicken breast.

It looks so unappetizing.

Ye Zhi Qiu walked to the edge of the sunshade and stopped.

He looked at the sumptuous meal on the table, then at the grass in his hand, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

As the previous champion and now a rising star, his treatment within the show's production team is top-notch.

But compared to Xu Qing's top-tier treatment, this was like the difference between a beggar and an emperor.

"Xu Qing, your entourage is much bigger than mine."

Ye Zhi Qiu's tone carried a hint of sourness, but it wasn't sharp.

Although he was arrogant and expected to do things once he received the money, he wasn't stupid.

The fact that Xu Qing could bring a fleet of RVs of this caliber into the base and have someone like Lao Zhang, who is clearly a top-notch butler, serving him, shows that Xu Qing's influence is definitely not simple.

He had seen clearly the scene when Zhou Yan was thrown out by the bodyguard.

Xu Qing picked up a fork, forked a piece of steak, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"There was no other way; my family was afraid I'd go hungry."

"Would you like to eat something together?"

Xu Qing pointed to the empty seat on the table.

"Eating too much of this grass can make your face turn green."

Ye Zhi Qiu stared at the glistening steak, his Adam's apple bobbing.

But he still shook his head.

"No, I have strict dietary control. The semi-final is tomorrow, and I can't afford to have any problems with my voice."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Qing with a complicated expression.

He originally looked down on this online singer.

But what has happened in the past few days, especially seeing the previous competition and the song "囍", has made him have to re-evaluate this opponent.

He's a madman.

He was also a genius.

"Xu Qing."

Ye Zhi Qiu suddenly lowered his voice and glanced around.

"Be careful in tomorrow's game."

"Zhou Yan changed the competition rules, specifically targeting you."

"Even though I've taken the money and have to beat you, I still want to remind you of something."

Don't underestimate your opponent.

After saying that, Ye Zhi Qiu didn't wait for Xu Qing's response, picked up his grass, turned around and left.

The figure from behind looked somewhat desolate.

Xu Qing watched his retreating figure, chewing on the beef in her mouth, lost in thought.

This Ye Zhi Qiu isn't entirely evil to the core.

They're just too obedient.

Capital tells him who to bite, and he has to bite, even if he doesn't want to.

This is the price of being a dog.

"Bro, what's with that pretty boy?"

Zhang Tiedan scratched his head. "Is he here to protest?"

"no."

Xu Qing withdrew her gaze and tapped the table.

"He came to tell us that we have a tough battle to fight tomorrow."

He looked at the trio who were still in a daze.

"What are you all standing there for? Eat!"

"This lobster doesn't bite. If you don't eat it, it'll have died for nothing."

Wang Dazhu still didn't dare to move.

"Brother, how much does this meal cost? We're not comfortable eating like this."

"Yes, this is too precious. We can just eat steamed buns at home," Li Ergou chimed in.

Xu Qing put down her knife and fork.

The smile on his face faded a bit.

"Wang Dazhu".

"Hey! Brother!" Wang Dazhu stood up reflexively.

"sit down."

Xu Qing pointed to the plate in front of her.

"I invited you here not so you could be bullied or treated like servants."

"Yesterday I was kicked out of the rehearsal room and people pointed their fingers at me and called me a lowlife."

"Can you swallow this insult?"

Wang Dazhu lowered his head and clenched his fists.

I can't swallow it.

Of course I couldn't swallow it.

But what can you do if you can't swallow it? They're big directors and big stars, while we're just a few peasants playing the suona.

"That's right, you can't swallow it."

Xu Qing's voice wasn't loud, but every word landed squarely on the ground.

"Once we take power tomorrow, we'll be going to war."

"If you don't even dare to eat, if you don't even dare to peel a lobster, what are you going to use to play the suona?"

"What are we going to use to fight those people?"

Xu Qing stood up, picked up a huge lobster, snapped off its claw with a snap, and threw it into Wang Dazhu's bowl.

His movements were rough, yet they carried a fierce edge.

"Give me some."

Eat as much as you want.

"Only when you're full will you have the energy to cause trouble."

Wang Dazhu looked at the huge shrimp claw in the bowl.

Her eyes were red.

He grabbed the shrimp claws and, without caring whether he had any tools, bit into them with his teeth.

"Snap!"

He bit through the hard shrimp shell in one bite.

"eat!"

"Listen to Brother Qing!"

"After you've eaten your fill, fuck it!"

Li Ergou and Zhang Tiedan were also infected by this enthusiasm, and they grabbed the seafood on the table and started stuffing it into their mouths.

Their eating manners were very unsightly.

His mouth was greasy, and he even made smacking noises.

But no one laughed at them.

Because what they are eating is not just food, but also the pent-up anger in their hearts.

Xu Qing sat down with satisfaction.

Just as I was about to continue working on the steak on my plate, a small bowl suddenly appeared in front of me.

There are two peeled mantis shrimp in the bowl.

However, the shrimp was peeled so badly it was almost unbearable to look at.

The meat was torn into pieces, with some parts still attached to the shell, making it look like it had been gnawed by a dog.

Xu Qing followed the hand and looked over.

Luo Qianyu was sitting next to him, holding a mantis shrimp in her hand and struggling with it.

She wasn't wearing gloves.

Those hands, which should have been dancing across the piano keys, were now covered in red oil.

Because I used too much force, my fingertips were pierced red by the shrimp shell.

She clearly had never done such rough work before.

Peeling a shrimp was like defusing a bomb; his brows were furrowed tightly, and he was muttering to himself.

"What is this shell? Why is it so hard..."

"I refuse to believe I can't get past you..."

Xu Qing couldn't help but laugh at her clumsy appearance.

"Miss Luo."

"Are you peeling a shrimp, or are you dismembering it?"

"If this shrimp were alive, it would probably sue you for abusing a corpse."

Luo Qianyu paused.

He threw the mantis shrimp, which had been squeezed beyond recognition, into the bowl.

She raised her head and glared fiercely at Xu Qing.

"Just eat yours!"

"Enough with the nonsense."

"This is my first time peeling shrimp for someone. You dare to complain and see what happens?"

As she spoke, she pushed the small bowl containing the "shrimp corpses" toward Xu Qing.

He had an expression that said, "If you dare not eat, I'll kill you."

Xu Qing looked at the few pieces of minced meat in the bowl.

Although it looked terrible, it even had two tiny shrimp shells mixed in.

But he didn't say anything.

Pick it up and put it in your mouth.

I chewed it slowly.

"How is it?" Luo Qianyu stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

"good."

Xu Qing spat out the shrimp shell from her mouth.

"Apart from being a little prickly in the mouth, the taste is the same."

Luo Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, then glared at him again.

"You have to swallow it even if it hurts your mouth!"

"But...but..."

She talked for a long time, but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.

Her face turned red.

She lowered her head, grabbed another shrimp, and continued to struggle with it.

His eyes, however, were unusually firm.

She can't cook or do laundry.

In life, she's a complete failure.

But she wanted to do something for Xu Qing.

Even if it's just peeling a shrimp.

Even if it's peeled ugly.

She also wanted to tell him that no matter what happened, no matter what dangers lay ahead.

She was always there.

Xu Qing looked at her lowered profile and at the little bit of oil that had accidentally gotten on the tip of her nose.

A certain part of my heart is completely soft.

The meal was very lively.

Wang Dazhu and his men swept away most of the items on the table in a whirlwind.

The last three people slumped in their chairs, rubbing their round bellies and burping.

A look of complete satisfaction on his face.

Xu Qing put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth.

"Are you full?"

"I'm full! I'm so full!" Wang Dazhu chuckled foolishly.

"Get to work when you're full."

Xu Qing stood up.

He didn't pick up the suona, but instead picked up the guitar.

"Old Zhang, set up the ladder."

"I want to go up to the roof."

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