Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

However, everyone’s request for a meal was not fulfilled.

The director raised a megaphone and said to everyone:

"Due to the limited program budget, you will have to cover today’s lunch and dinner yourselves, using the money you earned this morning."

Ah!

Everyone was dumbfounded, except for Jiang Siming and Yue Yunpeng, who remained unfazed.

Yue Yunpeng simply wasn’t hungry, while Jiang Siming had already anticipated this.

"Now, report the amount of money you earned today. The one with the highest earnings will be rewarded with a hot pot meal," the director said.

"I made 260," Lei Jiayin reported first.

"I made 310," Yue Yunpeng had earned quite a lot, and he had also eaten plenty—definitely a great deal.

Jiang Siming proudly pulled out a thick wad of cash and said, "I made 750."

What the heck!

Everyone was shocked. How did this guy make so much?

"I only made 180 yuan! I want to report Jiang Siming—he scammed me out of 100 yuan!" Xiaozhu said indignantly.

Jiang Siming replied, "Brother Zhu, don’t be mad. Even if you are, I still won’t return the money."

Xiaozhu got even angrier, so Jiang Siming quickly reassured him:

"I admit I was wrong this time. As compensation, I’ll treat you to lunch. I guarantee you’ll eat comfortably—there’s hot pot and seafood. How about that?"

"Really?" Xiaozhu hesitated, tempted.

"Of course! I earned the most, so the hot pot is ours. I also got a serving of big prawns and bought a bunch of fresh vegetables. Do you think you could get all that for 100 yuan? With 100 yuan, you can’t buy a loss or a scam, but you can buy yourself a feast!" Jiang Siming said loudly.

Hearing this, the others were also tempted.

"Brother Jiang, count me in!"

"Me too, me too!"

Lei Jiayin and Wang Xun were both interested. It made sense—since their earnings weren’t much, covering both lunch and dinner themselves would be difficult.

"That depends on Brother Zhu’s opinion. If he agrees, I have no objections—this meal is for him!" Jiang Siming declared righteously, handing over the "power" to Xiaozhu.

In reality, he never intended to refuse anyone. Instead of outright inviting them, he might as well use this chance to do Xiaozhu a favor, making up for the 100-yuan trick.

Sure enough, Xiaozhu was moved and no longer brought up the 100 yuan.

The six of them happily decided to eat lunch together.

Even though Jiang Siming made it seem like it was Xiaozhu’s call, everyone understood that it was really Jiang Siming’s generosity.

As a result, their relationship with Jiang Siming deepened, and the initial awkwardness and unfamiliarity faded.

Moreover, they noticed that Reba seemed to have an unusual closeness with Jiang Siming—wherever he went, she followed.

Even when Jiang Siming went to the restroom, she kept glancing in that direction, checking if he had returned.

"Reba, you’re practically turning into a ’waiting-wife rock,’" Wang Xun joked.

Reba quickly found an excuse and stammered, "He messed with me so many times today, and I haven’t settled the score yet. I’m just making sure he doesn’t run away."

"Reba, this is a classic case of ’fear of loss syndrome.’ When I was pursuing my wife, I was just like you," Yue Yunpeng teased.

"Exactly! Xiao Jiang is really a great guy—he’s handsome, sings well, and has a great personality. It’s normal for Reba to like him," Wang Xun laughed.

Reba couldn’t take it anymore. Blushing, she ran away, unwilling to be the topic of discussion.

Hiding in the women’s restroom, pretending to use it, she looked at her flushed face in the mirror, dazed.

"Could it be... I’ve really fallen for this guy..."

Reba quickly shook her head. Continue your journey on

"Impossible, impossible. I’ve only known him for one morning. How could I possibly fall for him so ridiculously? It must be because I ate too much soy sauce last night and it messed up my brain."

She splashed some cold water on her face to calm down. When she walked out of the restroom, she happened to see Jiang Siming coming out as well.

Reba stopped in her tracks.

"Let’s go, what are you doing? Standing at the bathroom door like a guard to prevent people from stealing poop?" Jiang Siming asked.

"I..." Reba felt an urge to punch him.

"I left my earring in the bathroom. I’m going back to get it. You go ahead."

After saying that, Reba quickly turned around and ran back into the restroom.

She was afraid that if she walked back with Jiang Siming, the others would start guessing wildly and making baseless assumptions.

Jiang Siming didn’t think much of it and walked off on his own. After a few minutes, Reba finally came out.

The six of them arrived at the hot pot room arranged by the production team, which was originally meant as a reward for Jiang Siming, the winner.

But since Jiang Siming was willing to share it, the production team had no objections.

Although it was a hot pot reward, the ingredients were quite limited because the show had only prepared enough for Jiang Siming alone.

However, it didn’t matter. Jiang Siming had brought his own shrimp and two large bags of vegetables, which were enough for five people.

Yue Yunpeng was already full and didn’t need to eat, meaning one strong competitor was out of the equation.

"Wait, I still have a fish! The fish stall owner gave it to me—it’s a whole 7 jin!"

Xiao Zhu suddenly remembered and immediately went to get it. Sure enough, he came back carrying a big fish.

"Here, let me handle it."

Wang Xun eagerly took over the task of preparing the fish—honest people are always the most hardworking.

Since Wang Xun often cooked at home, handling a fish was no problem for him.

Pressing down on the fish, which was still flopping on the cutting board, Wang Xun raised a stick and knocked it on the head, stunning it.

Then, he began gutting and descaling it. Everyone found it a bit hard to watch—it was a bit cruel and bloody.

Only Jiang Siming remained unfazed. He stared at the fish for a while before finally speaking.

"Amitabha, compassion, compassion."

Hearing this, everyone thought Jiang Siming was going to stop Wang Xun from killing the fish. Was he really that much of a saint?

But then, his next sentence made everyone burst out laughing.

"Amitabha, compassion, compassion—add more chili, less salt, this monk can’t eat too salty."

Hahaha...

The room erupted in laughter.

The fish was cut into pieces and thrown into the hot pot along with the shrimp.

The delicious aroma quickly filled the air.

The five of them were practically drooling, waiting eagerly for the food to cook. The moment it was ready, they immediately dug in, unwilling to waste a single second.

Just then, Jiang Siming’s phone rang. It was Li Yingzi calling, so he had to step out to take the call.

Seeing Jiang Siming leave, Reba worried that he wouldn’t get any food, so she quickly grabbed a bunch of fish and shrimp and put them into his bowl.

The others, including the production team, all exchanged knowing smiles. When this scene aired, Reba would have a hard time explaining herself.

When Jiang Siming returned after his call and saw his bowl filled with fish and shrimp, he smiled gratefully at Xiao Zhu and said, "Bro Zhu, you’re really thoughtful."

Reba: "I! #%"

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