Everyone looked over and saw Hua Chenyu raising his hand.
"I choose to quit." Seeing everyone looking at him, Hua Chenyu repeated it again.
"Okay, any more?"
"Director, I'll withdraw temporarily. My back injury has relapsed and I may not be able to participate in the next recording." Chen He covered his waist with his hands, his face a little painful.
He Guangzheng looked at Chen He and nodded in understanding.
"Is there anyone else who wants to quit? No one else!"
In the end, Chen He and Hua Chenyu chose to withdraw, packed up their things and left, while the rest chose to stay.
"Has anyone quit the show just after it started?"
There is nothing to mourn, so don't look at them.
"Alas, what a pity."
"The Master has quit? That's great news."
"Now that Huahua is gone, no one will watch this show anymore."
"You think too highly of the mage, don't you?"
"That's right, I'm here for the big tits."
〖I’m here for Gao Yuanyuan!〗
〖I came here for Brother Mu Yang. He is so handsome. I like him so much.〗
Everyone returned to the courtyard.
"From now on, we will live together." Deng Zhao clapped his hands to encourage everyone.
"Yes, if they leave, we can save a lot of money." Yang Xuejian joked to break the slightly depressing atmosphere.
"Then I'll go cook. After dinner, we'll discuss what to do next." Chen Muyang stood up and stretched his legs.
"Brother Ji, come and help me light the fire."
"Let's all go and help together." Gao Yuanyuan stood up and followed him into the kitchen.
"I'm going too, I'm going too." Song Zhu'er was a thick-skinned person, jumping and following. Moreover, there was a different light in her eyes when she looked at Chen Muyang.
"Then let's go too."
Deng Zhao and Yang Xuejian looked at each other, smiled, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"What do you want to eat? Let's order!" Chen Muyang said as he looked at the dishes he bought.
"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!" Song Zhuer raised her hands high, her eyes clear.
"No problem. I'll have another plate of braised large intestine, a plate of shredded potatoes with green peppers, a plate of stir-fried carrots, and an egg soup. Is that enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough, it's so plentiful." Deng Zhao took the pig intestines outside to wash them.
Yang Xuejian and Gao Yuanyuan were peeling potatoes, Song Zhuer was washing carrots, Cai Ji was making a fire, and Chen Muyang was cutting the ingredients.
Everything is in order.
Half an hour later, bursts of fragrance came from the kitchen.
"Wow! My sweet and sour pork ribs!"
"Wow, potatoes and pork intestines, so good!"
Chen Muyang held the spatula, calm and composed, handling the job with ease.
Cai Ji sat on a small stool and lit a fire. At the beginning, the fire went out several times. It was Chen Muyang who told him that when lighting the stove, there should be an empty space in the middle so that the fire would burn vigorously.
At this moment, I smelled the fragrance and felt a rare sense of accomplishment. However, the fragrance was so strong that it made my nose a little itchy.
"Brother Ji, stop crowing. Everyone is counting on this pot." Chen Muyang said quickly when he saw that Caiji was about to sneeze.
"Hahahaha..." Song Zhuer looked at the pot with greedy eyes, and laughed when she heard Chen Muyang's words.
When the last bowl of scallion and egg soup was served, everyone took their seats.
The dishes and chopsticks on the table had already been placed and the rice was served.
"Okay, it's time for dinner!" Chen Muyang waved his hand and gave an order.
"Wait a minute, Mu Yang." Deng Zhao suddenly spoke, then went to get two bowls.
"Grandma, you haven't eaten yet, right? We've made quite a lot here, let's give some to Grandma."
"Yes, grandma is home alone. I can't wait for you to finish eating before going back to cook, right?" Yang Xuejian also said at the right time.
"How about this, next time we cook, we'll make grandma's portion as well, so you don't have to work on both ends." Finance director Gao Yuanyuan also spoke.
"Yes, Mu Yang, grandma can't eat much, so let's cook it all at once." Song Zhuer stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs, her saliva almost flowing out.
"Well... okay, thank you everyone! Grandma also grows some vegetables at home, and we can pick them later." Chen Muyang was slightly moved after hearing what several people said.
I took a little bit of each dish and it became a big bowl.
"Then you guys eat first, I'll take the meal to grandma." Chen Muyang took a bowl of rice and a large bowl of vegetables from Deng Zhao, then turned and ran home. It was close anyway, and he would arrive in two or three minutes.
[Suddenly, I feel so warm.]
They suddenly felt like a family.
〖No, Brother Ji seems a bit out of place.〗
〖It must be said, Chen Muyang's cooking skills look pretty good.〗
Hahahaha, luckily I had the foresight to arrange the spare ribs.
〖Me too, waiting to eat with them.〗
Me too!
"I'm different. I just finished eating. Who can stand this?"
"Grandma." Chen Muyang ran into the house and saw his grandmother weeding in the field next to him.
"You're back? Is it fun?"
"It's fun. Grandma, come eat first. They asked me to bring it to you."
"Oh my, this is great, these are all delicious dishes, let's have some wine." Grandma looked at the dishes in the bowl and wanted to drink again.
"Drink less wine, grandma, are your knees still hurting today?"
"I don't feel any pain today. I feel much more relaxed."
"That's good. Remember to mix the bottle I gave you this morning with water and drink it every day. Drink it for a few days and you'll be fine."
"Yes."
"Then take your time eating, Grandma. I'll go eat over there."
"Yes."
After chatting with his grandmother for a few words, Chen Muyang returned to the program courtyard.
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