Next, a few of us discussed the division of labor for cooking.

Pei Yu sat at the door quietly preparing the fish. Unexpectedly, this young master was not at all delicate when it came to work.

The other two boys volunteered to cook, afraid that they would be too busy. I asked, "I'll join you guys, I grew up in a restaurant and I'm very good at cooking."

The boy named Donglin scratched his head and awkwardly said, "Then we'll trouble Penny..."

"I'll do it." Suddenly, Pei Yu stood up and pushed me out of the kitchen.

Sweat beads had already formed on his forehead. I worriedly asked, "Aren't you tired..."

Hearing this, Pei Yu curled up his mouth and said, "Not tired, don't worry."

At that moment, Meng Weier came in carrying a bowl of food.

She came up to me and complained, "Penny, why have you been hanging around the boys all this time? Leaving me and Xiaoyun to pick the vegetables outside."

I squinted my eyes. Wasn't she holding the bowl of vegetables that I just picked?

In such a short amount of time, how could she have finished picking the vegetables, washed them, and selected them?

When we were picking vegetables just now, the camera didn't record it, so naturally it gave her a chance to show off.

I didn't rush to refute her. I grabbed her hand and said, "Vivian, you came at the right time. Let's go feed the pigs together."

"Feed the pigs!" Meng Weier widened her eyes and screamed.

Realizing that the camera was still rolling, she quickly put on a smile and said, "Okay, I love piglets the most."

So, I grabbed Meng Weier's wrist and led her towards the direction of the pigsty.

Meng Weier couldn't break free from my grip and stared at me fiercely.

Just as we entered the pigsty, she couldn't hold it in anymore and retched out loud.

The cameraman didn't dare to come in either. He stood at the door and filmed us.

Meng Weier complained in a low voice, "It stinks, and we have to do so many things."

I went into the corner, opened the small door, and poured the feed inside.

The pigs immediately rushed out like wild horses. From what I observed, this was the pig with the worst temper.

Meng Weier was stepping on a stool to pour the pig feed when the charging pig headed straight for her.

A scream echoed throughout the pigsty.

I closed my eyes tightly and secretly laughed.

The next second, I turned around and put on a surprised and anxious look, "Vivian, are you okay!"