I went on a blind date with the wrong person and got married to a pig farmer.

Chapter 126 Preparations before the Event

at this time.

Fish farm.

Mihua: "Accountant Liu? Your voice is a little hoarse? Are you okay?"

Liu Yue took out a bag of Liuliumei from her pocket, tore it open with a "sizzle", picked out one and put it in her mouth, making a duck-like voice:

"I am fine."

Mihua's face darkened and she felt a little worried.

Her voice was noticeably hoarse, but she was still pretending.

"Accountant Liu, did you stay up late last night? We will be on stage tonight. If you stay like this, it will affect your performance. Otherwise, we should..."

"No! I'm fine! Gurgle... Gurgle..."

Liu Yue swallowed a few more plums in her mouth, looking relaxed.

To be honest, she regrets it a little bit now.

Ever since Yang Cheng gave her the book "The Pig Farming Boy", she has been reading it day and night. She even lost focus at work and was still thinking about Tie Niu's handsome face in her mind.

I couldn't sleep at night, and I didn't let it go until my eyes were sore.

Later, Dong Xiaomei asked her for the book to read, but she was reluctant to give it to her. The two argued for a long time, and the result was that they read it together in the cafeteria after get off work.

Until last night, they were still watching until three in the morning.

Liu Yue didn't want to give up tonight's show, she had a duet with Mihua.

This is the first time that I will be singing a love song on the same stage with my dear Mihua. It absolutely cannot be cancelled!

Seeing that Liu Yue was so persistent, Mihua stopped asking.

For this performance, Mihua submitted two programs.

One of them was a duet of love songs between himself and Liu Yuehe.

This was inspired by the last time they sang "The Most Dazzling Beggar Style" in front of the office. He felt that the two of them were very talented in singing and cooperated well, so this chorus program could be reported.

As for whether this program can win awards, Mihua doesn't care too much. He has a feeling that there will be many people singing and his own song may not be able to impress the audience. It would be good enough to win a third prize.

What Mihua cares most about is actually another program, which is his highlight.

"Okay, Accountant Liu, let's go watch Lao Zhu and the others rehearse!"

"Yeah, okay, gurgle... let's go!"

at the same time.

Pig farm.

"Are you ready? Let's go again! 1, 2, 1, 2..."

A man in tight clothes and with seductive movements was shouting at a group of shirtless muscular men with a megaphone.

"Contestant No. 1, yes, I'm talking about you. Keep your head up and your chest out. Lift your chest a little higher."

"Number 5, number 5, your chest is too high, like a gorilla, can you tone it down a bit?"

"Oh my, No. 10, don't bend over, stick out your chest muscles, lift your butt, and don't pout..."

……

10 minute later.

Wei Qianfan: "Teacher Kevin, you must be tired. Have some milk tea."

Kevin took the milk tea with his orchid finger, poked it with a straw and said, "Manager Wei, your macho man is quite something, with a nice butt and well-developed muscles~"

Wei Qianfan smiled and said, "These are all strong men personally selected by our President Qin. They are of guaranteed quality and quantity, without impurities or empty flesh."

Kevin took a few sips of milk tea, squinted his eyes, and looked very happy:

"Wow, this milk tea tastes really good. Is it 'Hong Kong Feet Silk Stocking Milk Tea'? I'm addicted to it as soon as I smell it."

“Hahaha, yes, Mr. Kevin, if you like, I’ll pack a few more for you.

By the way, how was our hunk show, did they do well? In your opinion, do they have a good chance of winning tonight? "

Kevin sipped the milk tea, making a "slurping" sound, and soon he finished it.

After burping, he exhaled and said, "Very good, very good, a little bit worse than the professionals, after all, I have less time to practice, but, ha! ha! I think I can win! If this one doesn't win, it means the judges have a problem with their vision!"

Wei Qianfan smiled with satisfaction.

He said to the people sitting on the ground, "Li Qiang, Ah Dai! Go and bring some milk tea to Teacher Kevin!"

"Okay~"

Li Qiang pulled Ah Dai up, climbed up from the ground, and prepared to go out.

"Wait a minute! Bring a cup for the tough guys too. Pack up a cup of different flavors. I'll pay for it."

The strong man who was taking a break was drooling.

Wei Qianfan was about to take out the money.

A hand with slender fingers and thick joints stood in front of him.

“No No No… We can’t give milk tea to the macho men! They’ll get fat and it’ll affect the performance tonight!”

Wei Qianfan stopped.

The macho man cried.

Li Qiang and A-Dai went out hand in hand to buy milk tea.

at the same time.

chicken farm.

As a chicken farm with only three employees, the people there are not very active at this time, but the chickens are very active.

"Coo-coo-chi, cho-coo-chi..."

On a flat ground, 20 chickens stood in a neat row, with their necks held high, chests puffed out, and legs straight, listening obediently to the music playing beside them.

After the prelude sounded.

"Oh, oh, chirp, coo, coo, chirp..."

A chicken came out from behind and began to sing "Chicken Song" in a loud and powerful voice.

Soon, as the music began to play in a regular rhythm, the 20 chickens began to walk forward one by one...

"Uncle Yimao, you are so talented. They are so obedient now! Their steps are not messy at all. They know when to take a step, when to stay still, and when to turn around."

Uncle Yimao showed a proud look, "I don't know much about this music, it's all done by Xingxing, but I trained this stage walk. I dare not brag about other things, but in terms of chicken training skills, no one in our chicken farming circle can compare to me, hahahaha..."

Uncle Yimao is exaggerating a bit.

The chicken farmers he came into contact with were limited to Zhuzhu Village. Compared with chicken farmers across the country, he was a leader.

This statement is bragging.

But bragging is just bragging.

We cannot deny Uncle Yimao’s training methods.

His technique is truly unique.

"Uncle Yimao, take a break, take a break, save your energy, we're going to do something big tonight."

Xing Xing also said, "Take a break. Our program is very unique. As long as we perform normally tonight, we will definitely win a prize."

Yang Cheng smiled with satisfaction.

The costumes and props are ready, the music is playing, and the next step is to manage the chicken's image.

You can't go on stage with dirty feathers, a smelly mouth and black claws, right?

Three people each carried two chickens, brought them to the pool, and began to scrub them.

From inside to outside, from top to bottom, in the armpits, in the mouth, in the toes, no place is left out.

When I had rubbed my hands almost done, I started adding the orange-scented shower gel. The transparent liquid produced lots of white bubbles when I rubbed it in my hands.

The model chickens were soaked in fragrant bubbles and enjoyed the massage service from their owners. Some chickens even "clucked" comfortably.

After washing these six chickens, the three men caught six more model chickens and continued washing them.

An hour later, all 20 model chickens were washed.

The washed chicken has a red comb, shiny fur, a flowing tail and slender feet.

At this time, Xingxing took out a pair of scissors and said to the model chickens with a sinister smile:

"Come on, pretty chicks, I'm going to take action~"