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"Teacher Huang, Brother Hua, you just finished vomiting, your stomachs are still weak, you can't eat such greasy food."
"I've cooked some millet porridge for you, and it's keeping it warm on the stove. It's good for your stomach."
Wang Yueheng was both amused and annoyed, and quickly stopped them:
As he spoke, he turned and went into the kitchen, bringing out two bowls of golden millet porridge that was cooked until soft, sticky, and glistening with rice oil, along with a small dish of light pickles.
Huang Lei and Da Hua looked at the golden millet porridge, though they were still gazing longingly at the pot of chicken stew with mushrooms.
But the emptiness in their stomachs and the gentle aroma of millet porridge eventually made them give in.
The two took the bowls of porridge and, ignoring the heat, began to slurp it down.
The warm, soft porridge felt like a gentle current soothing my cramping and uncomfortable stomach.
The two of them breathed a long, comfortable sigh of relief, and their faces finally regained some color.
Meanwhile, Wang Yueheng, Mo Zixue, Zhao Ying, and Teacher He also began to enjoy their dinner.
"Teacher Yue Heng, this is so delicious! This is the best chicken stew with mushrooms I've ever had!"
Zhao Ying ate without any regard for her image, clearly showing a greater appetite than when she ate stewed green beans and pork at noon.
He Jiong nodded in strong agreement.
Despite feeling a bit unwell, I couldn't resist the delicious food and ate a few more pieces of meat.
When you bite into the tender, flavorful chicken and the wild mushrooms that have soaked up all the broth, you'll feel a sense of satisfaction.
He couldn't help but squint his eyes and let out a satisfied exclamation.
All words of praise seem pale and powerless.
The live stream chat turned into a food show.
Comments like "I'm drooling," "Please tell me the recipe," and "This looks so delicious" flooded the screen.
In the night sky, a few stars winked playfully.
It was as if it were gazing at the group of people sitting in the courtyard enjoying their food.
The mushroom house at night, with a gentle evening breeze.
Carrying the unique fragrance of mountain grass and trees, the wind dispelled the daytime heat and brought a sense of tranquility and comfort.
"Jingle bells~"
After a warm and satisfying dinner, Zhao Ying and Mo Zixue got up to clear the dishes.
Several porcelain bowls stacked together made a crisp, pleasant clinking sound.
"Wow, I feel so much better after drinking the porridge Yue Heng cooked..."
After finishing their porridge, Huang Lei and Da Hua seemed to feel a bit better, and leaned back in their chairs to catch their breath.
It must be said that Wang Yueheng's millet porridge was indeed very fragrant.
It can even make people forget the discomfort of illness.
"The night sky in the suburbs is so beautiful!"
Although He Jiong was still somewhat tired, his complexion was much better than before.
He gazed at the starry sky, a gentle smile on his face, enjoying this moment of peace.
"Today, Teacher Yue Heng performed so many programs for us and brought so many surprises."
"How about I sing a song for everyone here?"
"My singing is just so-so, please don't mind it~"
While washing the dishes, Zhao Ying looked at the group of people reclining on the chairs in the courtyard and suddenly had an idea.
After all, I'm here as a guest today, and it's not appropriate to always hide behind the boss like this.
So she decided to take advantage of the break after dinner to showcase some of her talents on the spot.
This can be considered as adding to the prelude to today's recording of Mushroom House.
Although the number of viewers in the live stream is not visible.
But Zhao Ying could probably guess that after the songs were over and the food was finished, many people would have left the live stream.
If I don't do anything more, I'm afraid my popularity will decline even faster.
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