If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 152 This Is All An Illusion

Even if there are no guests, it is impossible to really sit in the wooden pavilion for a day.

In the afternoon, Huang Lei and He Jiong went to the market to buy vegetables together, while Wang Qing and Zhang Zifeng were at home, building a nest for the ducklings together, and went to the field to cut sheep grass and came back to feed Tianba in the sheep pen.

Tianba is a sheep, which is the mascot of Mushroom House just like Muscovy duck lanterns.

When the cut sheep grass was poured into the sheepfold, the sky had already darkened, and it was already evening before he knew it, and Huang Lei and the two of them had already returned from the market and bought all the vegetables that should be bought.

Thinking that there was nothing to do, Wang Qing picked up the ax and wanted to chop some firewood for fire. By the way, let Zhang Zifeng, who was resting next to him, see what a man's charm is, but before he could officially start, Huang Lei stopped him.

"Well, why don't Xiaoqing come and cook, and I'll trade with you, and I'll chop firewood." His chubby face was full of smiles.

"Isn't that right, Mr. Huang, don't we have overlapping roles?" Wang Qing replied helplessly. He didn't mind cooking, anyway, he was used to it by now.

But after all, this is a recorded program, and the positions of the characters are all placed here, even if they are resident hosts, everyone has their own division of labor.

He was invited to this show to replace Liu Xianhua's personality, not to replace Huang Lei's personality.

"It's not that there are no guests. They just started calling tonight, and they won't arrive until tomorrow. As far as the content of today's shooting is concerned, the material of the first issue is almost recorded. It's okay for us to cut it during dinner." Huang Lei said cheekily, there is a saying that is good, as long as you get used to a luxurious life, even if you go back to the poor days before, it will be difficult to save again.

He has this kind of mentality now, he is spoiled by Wang Qing's cooking, and he starts to be picky when he eats a lot of bad food.

Obviously I have the opportunity now but I can't satisfy it, and I feel panicked.

It can be seen that Huang Lei is really good at this mouthful, Wang Qing thought for a while and suggested: "Why don't you cook, and I will watch you cook by the side, and we can communicate?"

"Okay, okay, let's communicate." Huang Lei beamed with joy, the relationship is good, if he can really learn a thing or two, he will definitely be satisfied, and then he will do it for himself when he has nothing to do at home.

But it is a pity that he lacks a little experience and skills after all.

Although Wang Qing has tried his best and taught him everything without any reservations, Huang Lei has never been able to learn the culinary skills he inherited from the system.

After dinner was finished, they reunited in the small wooden pavilion.

After working all afternoon, I was really hungry. Wang Qing was not too polite, and directly raised his hand to taste Huang Lei's dishes, and commented politely: "It's not bad."

The dishes in his memory are definitely incomparable with the dishes he inherited from the system, but they are not much different from the average chef.

"Mum, it's delicious. Teacher Huang, what you made this time is really much more delicious than what you made before." He Jiong gave face as always, and all kinds of compliments came out as if he didn't want money, and this time he sent From the bottom of my heart, it's easier to speak.

"It's much tastier than usual, but."

Although he hasn't picked up the chopsticks yet, Huang Lei has already tasted it himself during the cooking process. Instead of becoming proud of He Jiong's praise, he frowned, "But I always feel that there is still something missing. There is no such thing as Xiaoqing. The food I make is so delicious, there is no way to express my inner emotions.”

Speaking of this, he looked at the other two with some embarrassment, "You may not believe me when I say this, but when I eat something made by Xiaoqing at noon, I can feel a happy mood, and my mood is in the process of eating. Unknowingly, under the influence of the dishes, Zhong became a lot happier."

"You also feel this way?" He Jiong also looked at Huang Lei in surprise.

Immediately afterwards, neither of them spoke, and turned their suspicious eyes to Wang Qing.

"Forehead"

Wang Qing, who was eating silently, felt their eyes, and saw Zhang Zifeng who was also curious. He thought for a while and explained: "How can there be such a mysterious thing, I'm not that capable."

He vetoed the matter without hesitation, "I guess the recording of the show should start today, and you are all happy, and it just so happens that my cooking is not bad, and the addition of joy makes you have this illusion."

Anyway, it's fine for him not to admit it. Who would believe such a thing can affect other people's emotions through food.

After the second level of cooking skills, Wang Qing tried his best to control his ability when cooking, and he could usually maintain it very well, but today maybe because Zhang Zifeng was by his side, he couldn't hold back his joy all of a sudden. Be careful adding this emotion to the dish.

"Really." Although Huang Lei and the others were surprised, they also believed Wang Qing's statement.

They all amused themselves at having such naive thoughts.

The next night passed so smoothly, and they answered a phone call in the middle, it was a guest who was going to participate in the recording to call and order food.

Because it was the first episode of the program, Huang Lei answered the call, and the person who ordered the food pointed out that he wanted to eat Ciba. Although this thing was a bit difficult to make, but it was the first episode after all, Huang Lei still nodded and agreed.

Besides, with Wang Qing, a host who is even more of a chef than a chef, here to help him cook, what can he not do?
In the early morning of the next day, it was just six o'clock, and Wang Qing, who had already been lying in bed a little bored, got up on time to start a daily exercise.

By the way, he also woke up Zhang Zifeng, who was sleeping late in the next room, to exercise with him.

"It hurts, it hurts! Smelly Wang Qing, let it go! Let it go!"

"Relax and relax your body before exercising, which can relieve the burden on your muscles and bones during the subsequent exercise."

On the open space in front of the house, Zhang Zifeng held his face, and sat on the ground with his legs spread out.

And Wang Qing stood beside her, pressing her back and pressing her legs.

"Fart, you think I don't know that you are pulling my ligament! Let go, it hurts!" Zhang Zifeng obviously didn't believe it, and pinched the flesh on Wang Qing's arm with his fingers to force him to let go.

Next to it, the director team who rushed here early in the morning to prepare the camera equipment watched this scene with a smile.

Zhang Zifeng, who has always given the impression of being quiet and well-behaved in the circle, can only have such a violent side in front of Wang Qing.

"Good, it won't hurt in a while."

Wang Qing continued to press her back and legs with a smile, while holding her with the other hand to prevent her from falling to the other side, "Didn't you always want to grow taller, this is the best way I thought of Yes, take advantage of this opportunity while you are still young."

Although his words are casual and his expression is relaxed, his movements are cautious.

Pulling the ligament is still very dangerous. He also has the memory brought by the system as a basis, and he has practiced many times on himself before he dared to help Zhang Zifeng like this.

"Don't! Let go!" Zhang Zifeng twisted her body and wanted to fall to the side to escape from Wang Qing's restraint. She was resisting this way from head to toe.

In fact, she had to change someone to help her pull the ligament, maybe she could still hold back, but the person who helped her pull the ligament was Wang Qing, and she couldn't control her emotions at all.

　Thanks to Zi Gengfeng and yiwushichu for their support

　　
　
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