"How old is Mu Yang this year?" Teacher Huang asked while cooking.
"I'm 22 this year, almost 23." Chen Muyang found a large casserole and stewed the snake meat and chicken together.
"Where's Pearl?"
"I'm 20." Song Zhuer looked here and there.
"You haven't graduated yet."
"Um, I'll graduate next year." Song Zhuer said cautiously, then she remembered that Teacher Huang was a teacher at Beijing Film Academy.
"Then you two are quite suitable in age. When are you planning to get married? Haven't you always said that you wanted to have a baby soon?"
"Well, my words alone don't count. I'd like it to be sooner rather than later. It all depends on what Mu Yang and my parents think."
"I'm available anytime. It depends on when uncle and aunt will let me go." Chen Muyang suddenly said.
Teacher Huang laughed, "Muyang, with your current abilities and achievements, there's no mother-in-law who wouldn't like you, don't worry."
"That's the best, don't you think? Spicy Claw." Chen Muyang winked at Song Zhuer.
"How would I know? I'm not your mother-in-law." Song Zhuer muttered.
“Pfft…hahahaha.”
Everyone heard it, including Teacher He, who was standing at the kitchen door holding a teacup.
Teacher He quickly returned to the pergola with a cup of tea, laughing merrily as he pointed towards the kitchen. "The three of them were discussing when the two children would get married. Teacher Huang mentioned that Mu Yang didn't have any mother-in-law who liked him right now, and Mu Yang said that was perfect. Don't you agree, Lazhua?"
"In the end, do you know what Song Zhu'er said? She said she didn't know either. She's not my mother-in-law. I laughed to death."
Several people laughed.
"Pengpeng, what are you laughing at?" Teacher He suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously.
"That's right, what are you laughing at? Do you have a girlfriend?" Bald Xu Zheng also echoed Teacher He.
“???”
The smile on Pengpeng's face suddenly stopped. "No, weren't you talking about them? Why are you bringing me into this?"
Zi Feng was laughing silently beside him.
"How dare you say that? How old are you? You're almost thirty, right? Look at Mu Yang, you should learn from him!" Xu Zheng started to scold Peng Peng.
"That's right, you've filmed so many scenes, but not a single spark has come out?"
Teacher He and Xu Zheng echoed each other and said that Pengpeng was autistic.
Everyone in the live broadcast room was in a state of confusion.
"Lazhua, you can talk! It's so funny."
〖Hahaha, Pengpeng is so miserable, he has become autistic because of what those two old men said.〗
[I was even urged to get married on the last show.]
"It's too early for these two to think about getting married."
Backstage, Wang Zhengyu looked at the skyrocketing number of people and smiled from ear to ear.
"Hey, it smells good. I'll go to the kitchen and check." Pengpeng saw that the situation was not good and quickly escaped.
Chen Muyang picked out a piece of snake meat and gave it to Song Zhuer to taste.
"Mmm, it's delicious, melts in your mouth."
"Pengpeng, you're here at the right time. Please serve the dishes." Teacher Huang saw Pengpeng walk into the kitchen.
Twelve o'clock sharp.
A large table was set up in the pergola.
Stir-fried pork, smashed cucumber, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, as well as the braised pork ordered by Xu Zheng and the dragon and phoenix soup made by Chen Muyang.
"Let's have Lao Xu's braised pork for lunch today, and your two hot pot in the evening."
"But Mu Yang also added a dragon and phoenix soup to lunch today."
Teacher Huang spoke.
"Dragon and Phoenix Soup?"
Everyone looked at each other, and except Chen Muyang and Song Zhuer, no one dared to pick up their chopsticks.
"Why doesn't anyone eat it? It's delicious. Come here, Uncle Xu, I'll scoop one for you." Song Zhuer scooped a piece of snake meat with a spoon.
Xu Zheng's face was full of resistance, even the bald man was expressing his refusal, but the other person had already called him uncle, so how could he refuse?
"Is it really edible?"
"Yes, it's delicious." Song Zhuer nodded affirmatively.
Xu Zheng stuffed the snake meat into his mouth half-believingly and half-doubtingly, as if he was going to die, and he made a great decision.
Then, his eyes suddenly became brighter than his bald head.
"It's really good, no wonder it's called Dragon and Phoenix Soup. Everyone loves it." After Xu Zheng finished speaking, he took the spoon and scooped it into the bowl.
"Is it really delicious? Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people?" Teacher He was a little unconvinced. Xu Zheng was such a good actor.
Xu Zheng: "Really? Look at my sincere eyes. Do they look like I'm lying?"
Teacher He also reached out his hand and tasted the soup, squinting his eyes in enjoyment.
"Wow, it's so delicious! Teacher Huang, please try it. It's really tasty."
......
After the meal, everyone was full and lay down on their chairs. Even Teacher Huang, who usually ate very little, drank two more bowls of soup.
"Well, now it's time to eat and do the afternoon work."
After a short rest, Teacher Huang said.
"Pfft...cough cough."
Teacher He, who was drinking tea, almost choked when the liquid went into his trachea.
How much work do I have to do to pay off a debt of 400 yuan?
"We owe you four hundred yuan for your hot pot, so we need to work to pay it back. It just so happens that two acres of winter wheat are ripe, so our task is to harvest the wheat."
"I know you want to cause trouble, but don't do it first. This is what Old Wang said, you should go and cause trouble to him." Teacher Huang said, pointing at Wang Zhengyu who had a cold expression on his face.
"Well, um, aren't we here to experience a life of hope? Do we still need to work?" Xu Zheng said.
"Then can we not eat hotpot?" Song Zhuer said weakly.
"I called you to ask you to change it, but you refused. Now the ingredients have been purchased and cannot be returned." Teacher Huang smiled happily.
"Don't worry, we have borrowed a harvester from our village friends. After we finish harvesting, the program crew will inspect and accept it." Teacher He said.
So, Teacher He brought Pengpeng, Zifeng, Chen Muyang and Song Zhuer to the field.
A small, bright red, fully automatic harvester was parked on the side.
The villagers' fields were already being harvested, raising clouds of dust and straw debris. When the wind blew, the air was filled with the smell of wheat.
The wheat that has not yet been harvested looks like golden waves.
It is now past two in the afternoon and the sun is shining brightly.
The photographer took a long shot, starting from the backs of the five people, and then zoomed in to the wind-blown wheat waves, while in the distant fields were growing waist-high corn.
This is the season of harvest and also the season of sowing.
This picture is full of artistic conception.
In the past, when we harvested wheat at home, we used sickles. We would go to the fields before dawn and return home when the sun rose.
Now we have automatic harvesters, which is very convenient. You just need to fill the bucket, put it in your pocket and put it on the roadside.
Several people put on straw hats and started working. After a while, their cheeks were red with heat.
The harvester goes back and forth in the field. Pengpeng is driving the harvester. The golden ears of wheat are collected into the machine, and then turned into golden grains of wheat and flowed into the bucket.
Generally, large harvesters are followed by a special vehicle for collecting grain. Now that the machine bucket is full, it can only be loaded by manpower.
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