Qiu Mengyun also echoed: "That's right, Sister Ting, you can't just give up like this!"
"It's been so long, and Xia Tian hasn't lost a single round. Can you be content without seeing him lose a single round?"
He Yunting ignored their nonsense and said with a smile, "Haha! Forget it. This is supposed to be a recreational activity. I can't let it delay cooking."
"Don't you want to see the envious and jealous look on Fang Wenxuan's face when he comes back and passes by our kitchen?"
Seeing that she was unmoved, Chen Qingqing and Qiu Mengyun stopped trying to persuade her.
Immediately, several people put away the poker cards and went to the kitchen together.
Fang Wenxuan, who had been working in the fields for a whole morning, saw that the sun was already overhead, so he put down the sickle in his hand and headed towards the kitchen where Brother Qiang and the others were eating.
Although he was very tired after working continuously for a morning, after listening to Brother Qiang's words, he now worked very hard.
He believed that as long as he performed well, he would be able to regain all the fans he had lost before.
Not only that, he also wanted to divert the audience's attention and focus away from Xia Tian and the others.
He wants to prove to everyone that he is the best and most hardworking star on the show.
With anticipation for a bright future, Fang Wenxuan hummed a little tune and stepped into the farm happily.
"Hey! Everyone, come on, isn't this our busy teacher, Teacher Fang, back?"
When they walked near Xia Tian's kitchen, Chen Qingqing's teasing voice suddenly rang out.
Xie Jinglong also laughed and teased: "Teacher Fang, why are you getting off work so late today?"
"It looks like you've already harvested all the rice in the field, right?"
Before Fang Wenxuan could speak, Xia Tian smiled and said, "What are you talking about? What are you talking about? It's just a small job. It's not worth mentioning to Teacher Fang."
"Look at his confident steps, and you can tell he has definitely finished collecting them."
Fang Wenxuan really wanted to retort them, but when he thought about the fact that the rice in his field would not be harvested until at least the afternoon, he tactfully shut his mouth.
Seeing Fang Wenxuan leave silently, He Yunting smiled and asked, "Hey! Teacher Fang, have you eaten?"
"We stewed spare ribs and made braised pork for lunch today. Would you like to try it?"
Fang Wenxuan naturally knew that they would never give him food.
He immediately said coldly: "Humph! I don't care, we have cooked meat over there."
Seeing Fang Wenxuan about to disappear, Chen Qingqing shouted at his back, "We also made your favorite golden beef soup. Do you want some? If you want, I'll give you mine!"
"vomit……"
When Fang Wenxuan heard the word "Golden Soup", it was as if a switch was touched, and he began to retch unconsciously.
Seeing his reaction, Qiu Mengyun and the others burst into laughter.
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