The official grouping was complete.
In the time that followed, the interaction among the ten people decreased.
Mainly, each group acted independently.
They needed to discuss the content of the New Year's Day special program.
Everyone else had teams, and to build momentum for their own artists, they had also arranged studios in Jiangnan City.
They provided full support.
Only Chen Feng and Erma did not have teams.
During the day.
The Actor Cabin quickly emptied.
Each group left the cabin and went to their own studio or their partner's studio to discuss the program content.
But Chen Feng and Erma did not leave.
Around eight o'clock in the morning.
The two of them came out of their rooms and went down to the first-floor hall.
Erma looked at Chen Feng and asked, "When I came back last night, I brought some breakfast Geda Rice from my hometown and froze it. Do you want some?"
"Sure."
Chen Feng followed her to the kitchen with interest.
"I hope you can get used to eating it."
Erma smiled sweetly and immediately entered the kitchen to get busy.
The Yi people's breakfast is mostly Geda Rice.
It is made by mixing corn flour and white flour, kneading it with boiling water, rolling it into a flatbread, spreading it with fragrant bean powder, then rolling it up, cutting it into pieces, and then putting it into a pot to boil.
Potatoes also need to be boiled in the same pot.
When cooked, salt is added for seasoning, and finally, Geda Rice is made.
The cooked Geda Rice soup is a bit gritty, with a rich bean aroma, and the taste is not bad.
It certainly can't compare to breakfast in the city.
Because this Geda Rice is actually very coarse; it's a traditional breakfast from the mountains, simple without any urban frills.
Twenty minutes later.
The Geda Rice was cooked.
Erma served Chen Feng a large bowl.
The two of them sat at the dining table.
"Have a taste."
Erma watched Chen Feng nervously, afraid he would frown.
Chen Feng was not polite either; he picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of Geda Rice, slurped the soup while nibbling, and after two bites, he felt it was salty with a bean aroma, and the texture was very primitive and simple.
Most people might not be used to it.
It was too coarse.
But Chen Feng, embodying the role of a chef, ate this breakfast with a pure tasting attitude, and he found it quite delicious.
Erma smiled even more happily.
Her beautiful, unadorned face was radiant with a very cheerful smile.
In the live broadcast room.
The netizens' enthusiasm did not wane.
Although only these two people were left in the Actor Cabin, Chen Feng's popularity was very high now, comparable to that of a trending celebrity.
So, there were quite a few people watching the live broadcast early in the morning.
In the comment section.
"Why do I feel like I just ate a mouthful of dog food? Why does the atmosphere between these two feel so harmonious? It looks much more natural than the other four groups."
"Seriously, I feel the same way."
"Can this show have a CP?"
"You're thinking too much, everyone. This isn't a dating show. They're natural simply because they are both free agents and have no capital or interests behind them."
"The person above is correct."
"By the way, that Geda Rice doesn't look very appetizing."
"It definitely wouldn't be appetizing if eaten alone. But if I were in Chen Feng's position, with Sister Erma sitting opposite me, I could also eat it with great relish."
"It's not as good as our Northeast breakfast."
"What do you eat in the Northeast?"
"Jilin's frogs, Jiangsu's crabs, Guangdong and Guangxi eat everything in nature. Northwest lamb tops all, Northeast soybean paste sticks to the world."
"Oh my, these netizens are getting more and more talented."
...
After breakfast.
After tidying up the kitchen, Chen Feng and Erma came to sit on the living room sofa.
Both of them were a little lazy.
It seemed no one was in a hurry.
After sitting and drinking a few sips of tea, Erma then softly asked, "Chen Feng, what kind of program should we prepare?"
"I saw you danced well that night during the live broadcast."
Chen Feng smiled and said, "How about you just dance, and I'll play the accompaniment?"
"You know how to play instruments?"
Erma asked in surprise, "Then can you play our Yi moon lute?"
"A little."
"Can you play the Huagu drum?"
"I can."
"How about the Hulusi?"
"It's alright."
"What about the Bawu?"
"I can play a little."
"..."
Erma blinked, and after a long time, she murmured, "Do you really know how?"
"You don't believe me?"
Chen Feng said with a smile, "Let's go find a place to try it out."
After speaking, he got up.
Erma quickly stood up with him: "Where are we going?"
"I'll make a call and ask. I remember a classmate who graduated and developed in Jiangnan. She used to be a star in our school's vocal music department. She should be able to get all kinds of instruments. Wait for me for a bit."
"Oh."
Chen Feng walked away, picked up his phone, and started looking for a phone number.
Soon, the number was dialed.
But it had already become a disconnected number.
Chen Feng thought for a moment, then called Lin Zu.
After the call connected.
"Hello, Azu. Are you busy?"
"Not busy, not busy. What's up, A Feng?"
"Do you know Su Yuehong's current phone number?"
"Su Yuehong? Yes, I do. You want to find her?"
Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I want to ask her for a favor. She should be in Jiangnan City, right?"
"Yes, she's in Jiangnan. And she's set up her own personal studio. She's quite impressive. What do you need her for?"
"I want to ask her to get some instruments for the program."
"Oh, okay, I'll send you her number."
Chen Feng turned and smiled, "Thanks. Oh, right, are you still in Macau? Are you planning to come back? Are you going to keep playing around with Sister Song like this?"
"I... Haha, we'll talk about it later. I'll send you the message first."
Chen Feng was stunned: "Azu..."
"A Feng, I'm hanging up now. I'm busy here, I've joined a new crew. I'll send the message first, and we can chat when I have time later."
After speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
Chen Feng frowned.
Why did this guy sound so evasive when he spoke?
At this moment, his phone buzzed.
Lin Zu had sent a Jiangnan City number.
Chen Feng didn't think much of it, clicked on the number, and called it.
A moment later, the call connected.
"Hello, who is this?"
A soft, sweet girl's voice came from the phone.
It was her.
Su Yuehong.
A treasure girl from the vocal music department.
She wasn't in the same department as Chen Feng.
But because they had participated in a school-organized performance together, the two of them met on stage and became friends.
Su Yuehong was a very amusing girl.
Small in stature, slightly plump.
She loved to laugh very much.
She was a very cheerful girl.
Because she had no advantages in appearance, her goal had always been in vocal music, and she was proficient in many instruments, a very versatile girl.
Her hometown was in Jiangnan City.
When they were in school, Chen Feng had a good relationship with her.
She was the type of girl he could be buddies with.
It's just that after graduation, they contacted each other less.
Chen Feng said with a smile, "Little Fatty Su, long time no contact, you haven't forgotten me, have you?"
"Chen Feng?"
The voice on the phone was full of surprise: "Is that you?"
"Of course it's me. Otherwise, would anyone else call you Little Fatty Su?"
"Hehe, what a surprise. To be honest, I had already planned to find some time to go see your show. I didn't expect you to call me first."
Chen Feng smiled and said, "Does this count as telepathy? Oh, right, are you busy? If not, I'd like to meet up, I might need your help."
"Sure. You're a big celebrity now, no matter how busy I am, I have to make time."
"Alright then. Send me the address. I'll bring a friend over. We can talk more when we meet."
"Okay, then that's it for now. Hanging up, I'll wait for you."
"OK!"
He hung up the phone.
Chen Feng quickly received the address information on his phone.
He turned and waved to Erma: "Let's go, let's go find a friend."
