Work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets.
When the sun was about to set, Zhang Huan and the others came back humming a ditty.
Although it can't be called real farming, Teacher Huang and the others still feel very tired, and they are all very tired.
Except for Zhang Huan who is still full of energy, only Zhang Fengfeng is okay.
After all, as a girl, she is still the youngest, so even without Zhang Huan, she will still receive special care.
When they returned to the Mushroom House, they didn't bother to cook right away and just sat down in the yard to rest.
Looking at Zhang Huan who can still play chicken and fight with dogs, Teacher Huang couldn't help but sigh, "I have to say, this guy is really a monster."
Teacher He nodded sympathetically, "At this time, you should actually let him cook for you."
That's what he said, but Zhang Huan really doesn't know how to do it.
Teacher Huang could only express depressedly, "If we really want him to make it, we won't be able to eat it."
"If he gets hungry, Duoduo will have to blame me."
"I am really the most miserable man in the world."
Teacher Huang felt very tired, but still stood up and prepared to cook.
Teacher He smiled and said, "You should stop targeting Zhang Huan, otherwise we will be the unlucky ones."
"We at Mushroom House are all a family. Whether we are eating or cooking, it is best for everyone to be together."
Five people are gathered around the kitchen. Although it is a bit crowded, it does bring more laughter.
This scene looks relatively warm.
Teacher Huang is the chef, Teacher He is the second chef, and Zhang Huan and the others are the assistants, responsible for selecting, washing and garnishing the dishes.
Of course, Zhang Huan is also responsible for coaxing Zhang Fengfeng.
The two of them played a game of grabbing hands in the basin to wash the dishes, and Peng Peng took the dishes away.
He brought the guitar and sang next to Zhang Fengfeng with a shy face.
·I take a sip and you say you love me
·Still recalling the tenderness you gave me
·I take a sip of this fragrant temptation
·You have all the looks I like
The interaction between Zhang Huan and Zhang Fengfeng has made many viewers feel very sweet.
As soon as this song came out, it was a critical hit.
"Damn it, is it so sweet?"
"Zhang Huan can actually sing sweet songs?"
"This sweet song paired with my sister's sweet smile, ah, why do I feel like I'm taking sugar again?"
The love songs Zhang Huan sang before were all bitter love songs.
It's the kind of song that can make people burst into tears and make them unable to stop smoking and drinking.
But this time, the sweetness was a little too much.
"Zhang Huan is singing to coax his sister again."
After hearing this, Teacher He told Teacher Huang who was cooking, "But this song is really nice."
Teacher Huang didn't speak. As long as he kept quiet, he could hear Zhang Huan singing in the kitchen.
Teacher He and Peng Peng also had a tacit understanding and did not speak again, listening quietly together with all the viewers in the live broadcast room.
·You loved me too much and actually promised me
·Give me a life that tastes like honey
·Add a milk ball and I’m shy about stirring it
· Turn up the sweetness and hold hands again
When Zhang Huanzheng sang this, Zhang Fengfeng had already fallen into sweetness.
As a result, the cell phone rang at an inappropriate time.
He didn't want to pay attention, but Zhang Fengfeng had come to his senses and said, "Brother Zhang Huan, you'd better answer the phone first."
This was too disappointing, and he was very depressed.
I took out my cell phone and took a look, but it turned out that I was still not angry.
Because the call was from Qi Chen.
"Sister Qi Chen must have something to do with you. Brother Zhang Huan, please talk slowly. I'll call you during dinner."
After Zhang Fengfeng finished speaking, he ran into the kitchen to work again.
Zhang Huan turned away from the camera and answered the phone while hiding.
After all, you don't need to think about it to know that there must be something wrong with Qi Chen calling at this time.
Since there is something going on, it may be inconvenient for the audience to hear, or even for the program staff to hear.
Sure enough, as soon as he connected the phone, Qi Chen on the other end of the phone first said: "It's not that I don't want to disturb you because I don't know the current affairs."
"I actually really want to hear you continue singing, but I have made an appointment with people from the Poetry Association and the Ministry of Education."
"So I have to call you and tell you about this."
If it was Qi Chen, he wouldn't feel disturbed anyway.
He was surprised at this time, "What's going on? It's from the Poetry Association and the Ministry of Education?"
Qi Chen explained: "The Poetry Association wants to publish the poems you wrote before."
"They seem to be cooperating with the Ministry of Education to create a poetry magazine. I won't know the details until we talk about it later."
"As for the Ministry of Education, the first thing is to include your poems in teaching materials."
"Then, it seems that we plan to cooperate with you in depth, and we may also add China Television."
"The initial news I got is that this is probably going to be a big project, so I want to let you know first."
Poetry Association? Ministry of Education? CTV?
With such a combination of three units, no matter what the project is, it seems that it will not be small.
It sounds quite interesting.
As for authorization, it's simple and Qi Chen can decide it without going through him.
There are also poems that have been included in textbooks, which is indeed an honor, but not unexpected.
After all, the two hands he copied since he came to Mushroom House were all selected as textbooks in the original time and space.
The difference is that one is a primary school textbook and the other is a middle school textbook.
While Zhang Huan and Qi Chen were hiding and talking about business, the audience in the live broadcast room was already in a frenzy.
"No, you said it was okay to only speak half of the storytelling, but why are you singing only half of it now?"
"Qi Chen is Zhang Huan's beautiful assistant, right? Why did she call Zhang Huan at this time?"
"I was listening intently, and suddenly it stopped."
"I think it's better if it's gone, otherwise my sister will be in danger again. Look at her sweet look when she listens to the song."
"@王冰冰, come and take care of your boyfriend."
#张浩不去的sweet song#
Before he even finished the call, this topic had already become a hot search topic.
Countless viewers scratched their heads, and no one knew how long it would take to listen to the entire song.
I just hope it doesn't take too long.
Even Teacher He was quite depressed, "This call came at the wrong time."
Teacher Huang took the dishes out of the pot, "I knew before that this guy was very talented, and he was the type that God chased after him to feed him."
After all the fun, Teacher Huang still recognized and liked Zhang Huan very much.
Of course, it is true that when it comes to my daughter, I have mixed feelings.
The dishes were out, and Zhang Huan came back from the phone call.
Zhang Fengfeng smiled sweetly when she saw him, "Brother Zhang Huan, dinner is ready."
In the live broadcast room, there were countless viewers looking forward to him continuing to finish the song.
But this requires eating, so that’s obviously impossible.
For a moment, it was inevitable to feel a little disappointed.
It's a pity that Zhang Huan didn't feel this emotion. He became happy when he heard that he could open up and forgot everything else.
"It's finally open, and I'm hungry."
Teacher Huang glanced at him sideways and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and help carry out the dishes?"
Teacher He looked at the sky and said, "Teacher Huang, it seems that the weather has changed. Should we still eat in the yard?"
Peng Peng answered: "It's better to go inside. I feel like it's already getting cold. Don't let it snow."
In the daily dialogue and exchange, Zhang Huan and others were busy eating, which made the audience feel the full atmosphere of fireworks.
