Di Lie was annoyed, but facing the well-behaved and gentle Ai Moye, he did not vent his anger on her.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, causing his tone to be too deep and hoarse, "The second row on the left side of the bathroom cabinet."

Ai Moye heard it and thought that she was in a bad mood because she vomited all over him, so she quickly exited, "Thank you, Uncle Di!"

After the door closed, the girl ran back to the bathroom, praying for daybreak and for the center to come and rescue her.

At the other end of the video, Mrs. Emma's expression was as cracked as a turtle shell. One part was surprise, another part was relief, and the middle part was confusion and gossip.

She pointed tremblingly in the direction of the door, tongue-tied with excitement, "Xiao, Xiaolie, who was that girl just now? Can I finally hold my grandson?"

"You misunderstood. I'll explain it to you when I get back." Di Lie ended the call on his own.

The roar of the hair dryer came from the bathroom. Di Lie walked out and saw the door ajar.

Through the crack in the door, the girl was drying her hair. Because her elbows were raised, her shirt was pulled up, revealing her slender white thighs. And because of the light and shadow, her slender waist was full under the shirt...

Di Lie looked away.

Ai Moye, his nephew's fiancée, is said to be an arrogant, domineering, vicious and vicious woman. After getting along with her several times, she is completely different from the rumors.

Are you just pretending in front of him, or is there some misunderstanding?

After a while, Ai Moye came out cautiously, curled up on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket.

It's four o'clock in the morning now, and it will be dawn in a little while. As long as you survive this period of time, you can be separated from the terrible Uncle Emperor.

Di Lie had no intention of falling asleep. He sat at the end of the sofa and read relevant reports on new energy ores.

The sandstorm became more and more raging, making the whole world seem to be swallowed up by giant beasts. The hollow sound of wind made it impossible for Ai Moye to close her eyes and sleep peacefully.

She stared at the dark sky outside, not even knowing when Di Lie came over.

After noticing it, she glanced over with dazzling eyes, and Aimoye said timidly and unconvincingly, "When the sandstorm stops, I will help you clean up the mecha!"

What are you doing with such a vicious look? It's so scary!

Di Lie saw the fear in her eyes, touched her face and said, "Am I ugly?"

"It's like trying to eat me." Ai Moye complained in a low voice.

Di Lie sat on the sofa next to her, crossed his legs in a funny way, folded his hands on his knees, and said playfully, "You seem to be afraid of me?"

When they first met, Mingming cried and scolded him and asked him to pay for the sweet potatoes.

He has lived for so many years and has never struggled in intrigues and mountains of blood. Whether he was facing the Zerg or the interstellar villains, he had never encountered such a puzzling moment.

For a few sweet potato seedlings, I cried as if I had lost all my money.

Ai Moye said in a sinister tone, "It feels like you can slap me to death. How can I not be afraid?"

More importantly, she discovered that Di Lie was definitely not as gentle as he seemed on the surface.

His eyes were actually very cold. No matter how elegant and gentle he smiled, his smile never melted the frost under his eyes.

This kind of person is very scary, very thoughtful, and sinister. If you really get along with him, you may be killed by him before you even figure out how to offend him.

Di Lie was very disdainful of Ai Moye's explanation, but in order to change his image in the minds of the prisoners, he still asked with concern, "Do you still want to vomit?"

Ai Moye shook her head, feeling that it was rude, and added, "I don't want to anymore."

Di Lie said casually, "After dawn, let the center do a check-up on you. Even a prisoner has the right to ensure basic survival."

Because he was so close, he smelled the faint fragrance of the girl. It was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Ai Moye pulled the blanket and covered her head, "Then I'll take a nap first."

After staying up all night and not being allowed to sleep, she might vomit again.

It was the coldest time at this moment, so Di Lie raised the temperature in the cabin to let her sleep peacefully.

After daybreak, the center finally sent someone to support him. However, because the cave was completely damaged, Ai Moye, the prisoner, could only be temporarily placed in the center.

Aimoye asked the prison guard for the live broadcast equipment and started live broadcasting in front of everyone's attention.

Jiya asked in a low voice, "Can't you change the day?"

Ai Moye took out the sweet potatoes and said seriously, "I've made an appointment. Anyway, I have almost thirty fans. Everyone is waiting for me. It's not a good idea to break my promise."

Jiya had no choice but to help her find all the tools she needed.

Upstairs, Di Lie and the boss of the management center watched with interest.

Di Lie touched his chin, "Is she the anchor you were looking for?"

The boss's bald head shone in the light and he said flatteringly, "Respond to His Highness's call, enrich the daily lives of outstanding prisoners, and set an example for other criminals."

Di Lie's smile remained unchanged, "A bunch of great principles are just to satisfy your personal selfishness."

The boss smiled, looked at Ai Moye in the live broadcast, and said meaningfully, "She is different from other prisoners, and she is very suitable for this kind of life."

For example, if you have ancient genes, whether you are farming or breeding, you have different techniques and outstanding abilities, it would be a pity to be a prisoner here.

Di Lie said nothing and only watched with interest.

Aimoye prepared a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes, cleaned them in front of the live broadcast room, then peeled and cut them into pieces, and then used a wall breaker to make a paste.

"When selecting sweet potatoes, remember to choose varieties with high starch content, so that the flour extraction rate is higher. Be sure to prepare clean gauze to repeatedly filter the starch."

In the live broadcast room, everyone was asking what "vermicelli" is.

Aimoye explained that vermicelli is just like noodles, which caused many netizens to laugh at her.

[Can sweet potato flour be made into noodles? Are you planning to roll them into strips one by one?]

[This anchor is so stupid, I won’t watch anymore]

[Is this your first time watching this anchor upstairs? She is very good. She used to make pottery with her bare hands. I also tried it and made a small plate.]

[That is, take a closer look. If it doesn’t work, you won’t suffer any loss]

Under the advice of some fans, those who originally wanted to leave the live broadcast room had the patience to continue watching.

While waiting for the starch to precipitate, Jiya was also a little anxious. She pulled Aimoye aside and asked in a low voice, "Have you thought clearly about how this kind of thin flour can be turned into noodles?"

"It's not noodles, it's vermicelli," Ai Moye whispered, "Have you ever seen cake decorating? Find me some bags like that, squeeze the starch paste inside, and then squeeze it out through the nozzle, and it will become a stick. Got vermicelli?”

Jiya suddenly realized it and quickly went to find a decorating bag.

Although this is a bit troublesome, it is better looking, clean and hygienic.

It takes a lot of time to puree a hundred pounds of sweet potatoes and filter out the starch. Afterwards, it needs to be dried in the sun to break up the caked starch.

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