"So your husband always listens to your ideas, right?"

"No, my husband is just..."

Yang Yueyue obviously realized that her husband would appear on TV, so she immediately swallowed her words and became silent.

Yang Lan wasn't stupid either. Seeing that Yang Yueyue didn't want to continue, she turned her attention to Qingqing.

"Qingqing, can you say hello to us?"

Qingqing has been interested in the camera on the car since she got in the car. She broke away from Fang Cheng's hand, put her face in front of the camera, and looked left and right.

Fang Cheng smiled in Qingqing's ear and said, "Qingqing, if we talk to this, we will be able to see it on TV. Hurry up and say hello to the uncles and aunts in front of the TV."

Only then did Qingqing say in a milky voice, "Hello, Aunt Zhuzhu."

Yang Lan laughed, and finally got back to the topic. She handed the mobile phone provided by the sponsor to Fang Cheng and said, "Mr. Fang, if you want to eat tonight, you can just call and order."

Fang Cheng took the phone, opened the address book, found the only contact, and dialed it.

In a small yard of an exquisite farmhouse not far away.

The phone finally rang.

Wang Jiong, who seemed to be the head of the family, ordered: "Dahua, Peng Peng, you go and answer the phone."

Liu Wenhua is a Korean trainee who just returned to China recently. He is quite accomplished in music, especially in musical instruments. After hearing the order, he hurried into the house.

Peng Peng and Zhang Zifeng also followed.

If the phone number is correct, it will be the first guest of Mushroom House, so the three young artists are very excited and looking forward to it.

Under the rain canopy in the yard, Wang Jiong watched the three people run into the house, and said with a smile, "Look, make these three children anxious."

Zhang Lei took a sip of tea and said, "It's just right to be young."

"Yes."

In the room, Liu Wenhua answered the phone and asked in substandard Mandarin, "Hey, who is it?"

When Fang Cheng heard the voice, he guessed who the other person was.

Although he had never seen him before, Fang Cheng deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Dahua, it's me."

Liu Wenhua was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Brother, do you know me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you shouldn't ask me what I want to eat?"

Liu Wenhua quickly asked, "Oh yes, what would you like to eat?"

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "My daughter likes to eat fish, so I want to order a pickled vegetable fish soup first, and my wife likes to eat authentic chili fried pork. For me... let's have a Buddha jumping over the wall."

"What wall?"

"Buddha jumps over the wall."

Liu Wenhua was puzzled and asked: "Peng Peng, do you know what Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is?"

"What did you say? He wants to eat Buddha jumping over the wall?" Peng Peng ran into the yard with a laugh, covered his stomach and laughed: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhang, the guests said they want to eat Buddha jumping over the wall."

Zhang Lei spit on the ground with a sip of tea, got up and said, "What did you say? Buddha jumps over the wall?"

Peng Peng nodded again and again.

Zhang Lei immediately said: "No, the program team gave a total of 500 yuan for the event. Where can I go to teach him to jump over the wall, and you ask him to change a dish, anyway, we can't do it."

Peng Peng ran into the house again, and after a while, he ran out again and said, "The phone has been hung up."

Wang Jiong stood up and asked, "Who is calling?"

Liu Wenhua shook his head and said stupidly: "I don't know, he seems to know me."

"You just came back to China, how did he know you?"

"Oh." Liu Wenhua reacted and said directly: "He seems to be married and has a daughter."

"Married and have a daughter."

In the circle, the popular Wang Jiong immediately asked: "How loud is the sound?"

"In my 20s, I'm not old anyway."

"Haha, Brother Dahua, you are too funny."

Wang Jiong said confidently: "I probably know who it is?"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Cheng's car also stopped.

Yang Lan said: "Next, you need to go up by yourself."

"Okay, thank you."

After getting off the car, Yang Yueyue took Qingqing by the hand, Fang Cheng pulled a big suitcase, and walked to the bottom of a stone step, Yang Yueyue shouted directly: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhang."

When Yang Yueyue recorded "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", she once partnered with Wang Jiong.

I have also met Zhang Lei on many occasions before.

So although Fang Cheng is not very popular in the entertainment circle, Yang Yueyue's popularity is good.

In the yard, Wang Jiong and Zhang Lei who heard the voice immediately went forward to check, and when they found out that it was Yang Yueyue and Fang Cheng, they hurriedly directed: "Dahua, Peng Peng, Zifeng hurry up and get the luggage for the guests."

The three immediately ran down the steps.

Peng Peng said very politely: "Teacher Fang, let me get it for you."

Fang Cheng smiled and asked, "Are you sure you want to take it? It's very heavy."

"It's okay, I have been exercising for a while during the summer vacation."

Fang Cheng let go of his hand, Peng Peng took the suitcase and just lifted it up.

"This! How... so heavy." Peng Peng was sweating profusely, and the veins on his hands were bulging.

Fang Cheng laughed: "I can't help it, it's all my daughter's stuff inside, it's more troublesome for a child to go out, or I'll do it."

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