Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 178 - 7: The Variety Show Control Group Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 7)

Chapter 178: Chapter 7: The Variety Show Control Group Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 7)

Also, the director didn’t say the corn had to be husked; collecting five pounds is just a bag’s worth.

But rice and flour are different; they’re finished products, and asking villagers for ten pounds won’t be easy.

Fish and shrimp are good things too, and not easy to collect.

Looking at it this way, corn and cabbage seem the easiest.

Thinking this, she looked across at Jiang Lai, seeing her face relaxed and still laughing, she guessed the card she drew wasn’t bad and likely was cabbage.

Whoever drew rice is definitely unlucky; just carrying ten pounds of rice back is enough to kill you.

Only the livestream camera following the guests can see what cards they drew.

Yu Yan took the initiative to ask Wang Xuan’er.

"Xuan’er, what did you draw?"

"Meat, pork. Ah, where am I supposed to find pork!"

Yang Bing had a higher rank, so she felt embarrassed to approach, and turned to ask Mo Wanwan instead.

"Wanwan, what about you?"

"Corn."

"Wow, corn is great, feels like this village is full of corn."

Afterwards, she smiled and asked another question.

"Did anyone draw rice or flour?"

At this moment, a childish yet very strong voice sounded.

"She! She drew rice!"

The brat was especially excited because he just heard from Dan Dan’s mom that drawing rice was bad.

Although he didn’t know why it was bad, as long as it made Jiang Lai suffer, he was happy!

Sympathetic gazes were cast her way.

Mo Wanwan didn’t expect that Jiang Lai actually drew rice, yet she could still laugh?

"Why don’t you take this remaining card, we’ll get the rice after we collect everything else."

Wang Xuan’er chimed in at this time.

"Whatever you draw is what you get. Besides, rice isn’t expensive; I think shrimp is even harder to collect."

Others didn’t say much except Mo Wanwan, who asked Jiang Lai a question.

"Is it okay? If not, I’ll exchange mine with you. After all, Hengheng and I are both strong, and Hengheng is a bit older and more sensible."

[Why is there such a considerate little Immortal like Wanwan in this world?]

[My wife is my wife, don’t snatch]

[Such good tea, really good tea, so disgusting]

[The person in front, your whole family is disgusting and can’t stand others being better than you, no wonder you’re a Jiang Lai fan]

Whenever the two got into the same shot, they would argue, and the director urged them to hurry up and set off. Jiang Lai smiled at Mo Wanwan.

"Our Yangyang isn’t weak either, right, Yangyang?"

For once, the brat listened, glared at Hengheng, put his hands on his hips, and nodded.

On their way to collect ingredients, Hengheng held Mo Wanwan’s hand and asked sadly.

"Doesn’t Yangyang like me?"

Mo Wanwan gently replied.

"How could that be? Hengheng is the best baby; everyone likes you."

"Why doesn’t Yangyang talk to me?"

"Baby, you’re the best and greatest. You must learn to believe in yourself like Mom does, understand? Believe you’re unique and the best, regardless of whether others like you or not, we don’t care. Real good friends won’t hate Hengheng, okay?"

[For some unknown reason, this reminded me of Jiang Lai, did she teach Yangyang to dislike Hengheng?]

[Wanwan is so gentle, and Hengheng is also a great kid]

[Compared to that, Jiang Lai’s side is just unbearable, like a wild child]

[Our Hengheng is a little prince in his mom’s heart]

On the other side, Jiang Lai was leisurely walking ahead, with the brat sullenly following behind, silent like in a military training camp.

On the way, they encountered a wild goose, more than a meter long with spread wings, arrogantly craning its neck as it rushed toward the brat.

Yangyang couldn’t hold it back, fearfully hiding behind Jiang Lai, while shouting as he hid.

"Get lost! Get lost!"

"Don’t come over, I’m scared, too."

"You’re the mom; you should protect me!"

"Mom’s also afraid, can get hurt, why can’t a son protect mom?"

[Can this mother and son even have one second of normalcy?]

[Hahaha, son, come here, mom’s scared]

Yangyang was pushed out, glared at Jiang Lai with a full face of resentment, then picked up a stick, ready to hit. The goose became even more arrogant, honking and charging over.

Jiang Lai looked at the goose in front of her and sighed.

"That’s useless. Watch how I deal with it."

Saying that, Jiang Lai picked the brat up by his hoodie hood, swung her arm, and the brat flew right at the goose.

A human-shaped baton was swung over; the goose got dazed by the hit, and seeing the situation, Jiang Lai grabbed the brat and left.

[Just came from the neighboring area, theirs is a serene and peaceful paddy field, and here it’s a mom swinging her son at a goose]

[Help hahaha does nobody care about Jiang Lai?]

[Yangyang: Mommy’s human-shaped smack stick]

[Were these two destined enemies in a past life?]

[Excuse me, where can I purchase a human-shaped baton like Jiang Lai’s hand?]

Soon, the video of Jiang Lai swinging her son to hit the goose went viral on the trending list.

A master quickly made the video into a hilarious edit, with flying Yangyang pixeled into a flaming club, swung with unparalleled momentum.

The comments section burst into laughter; who would have thought they’d see such a scene on a warm parent-child program?

The live stream link hung below the video, instantly attracting a big wave of non-variety show fans into the stream, where the bullet chat was scrolling like crazy.

[Does the show team consider listing the club link?]

[Don’t like watching warm mother-son bonds, just love mom swinging her son]

[Is the son-shaped club bought here?]

[New here, is this a sales live stream?]

The rapid increase in popularity exceeded even the director’s expectations.

The director team was having breakfast when they finally saw the trending post.

"What’s happening? Where did this trending topic come from?"

"Take a look, you’ll see. I’ve been laughing for three minutes now."

After watching the original and edited versions, the director struggled not to spit out his porridge, put down his chopsticks and bowl, and hurried to check Jiang Lai’s current live stream popularity.

The number of viewers was nine hundred thousand, and it kept rising. The live stream, previously last in popularity and viewership, had now jumped to second place, only behind Mo Wanwan and Hengheng, and the numbers were still climbing, expected to surpass one and a half million viewers in less than ten minutes.

"This Jiang Lai... is the kid okay?"

"No problem, lively and bouncing, look, even quite excited."

Currently in the live stream, the brat walked upfront, cheeks flushed, evidently too excited, his hoodie hood had been stretched out of shape, his naturally blond hair a mess compared to other kids’ refined and pretty dress, looking completely like a wild child.

"What was that move you just did called?"

"Wind and Fire Meteor Swing."

"Teach me, I want to learn too."

Jiang Lai walked leisurely ahead with hands in her pockets, wearing a white hoodie paired with black fitness pants, with her hair in a bun, strolling casually.