The king of longing for entertainment

"Jiongjiong, let's come one, next ten years, 20 years, we will still be like this!" Huang Lei raised his cup, looked at the bonfire with a smile, and two young figures seemed to be reflected in it.

One is him and the other is He Jiong!

That time was exactly when they first met, and 20 years later, a glass of mellow wine witnessed.

"Okay!" He Jiong stood up and raised the cup in his hand, and said with a smile: "In the next ten years, 20 years, we will still be like this, not only us, but also us."

"bang"

Looking around at the crowd sitting in front of the bonfire, the two drank at the same time.

......

the next morning.

The faint porridge aroma slowly drifted away.

A group of people lying messily in the room woke up rubbing their aching heads one after another, looking around, there was no big problem, they were from the Mushroom House.

But what happened last night?

how did we get back

what time is it now?

A series of questions flashed through their minds, and they all seemed to feel that their brains were fragmented. They couldn't remember how much they drank last night, and whether they did anything stupid that wasn't too good.

It’s okay if there isn’t one, but if there is, that’s truly unimaginable.

"Ms. Huang, it's...cough cough, are you cooking porridge?" He Jiong, who woke up with a hoarse throat, asked in a low voice.

He felt that something not so wonderful was happening, as if he had caught a cold, the second cold he had come to Mushroom House, and it caught up with him before he left.

When he thought of the bitter Chinese medicine that could make him twitch, he wanted to die.

"Ahem... No!" Huang Lei, who was also hoarse, panicked, squeezed his throat, and said, "Did I catch a cold? It seems that I drank too much wine last night, and I caught a cold."

"You do have a cold!" A female voice sounded.

Sister Li stood at the door and looked at the two of them, her head was buzzing with pain, not only the two of them, but there were two guys lying on the bed, if I guessed correctly.

These two should also be one of the suspects of catching a cold, and they would rather kill by mistake than let them go.

Fortunately, when Li Yu got up early in the morning, he asked the program team for a bunch of herbal medicines. It should be cooked by now, right?

"What time is it?" Huang Lei hugged the pillow, his head felt as if someone had stirred it with an iron rod, and it was very painful.

"It's almost eleven o'clock. I told you not to drink with other herdsmen last night. Believe it or not, you know you have a headache now?" Sister Li looked very annoyed.

A group of guys are really not enough to worry about. Fortunately, Li Yu is not drunk, otherwise he doesn't know how to bring them back.

But this morning, Li Yu felt something was wrong when he got up together, talking nonsense, yelling that he was thirsty but just didn't get up to drink water, touched his forehead, yo, he had a cold.

So he was cooking porridge in the kitchen while cooking a pot of fragrant and bitter traditional Chinese medicine.

"Drink someone else's wine?" He Jiong murmured.

I tried my best to recall, it seemed that there was really a part in my memory, and I had a drink with the farmer while drinking, as if I drank his wine, no wonder my head hurts so much.

He kicked Wei Jia and Hai Tao, who were still in a daze, and they woke up in a daze.

......

After half an hour.

A group of ouch guys sat around the dining table in clusters.

Li Yu gave each of them a bowl of medicine, and then stepped aside, "Drink it while it's hot, the good medicine is bitter and good for the disease, and after drinking it, it's probably fine. Last time, my brother just put the medicine until he got rid of the disease."

"It's so bitter!" Haitao covered his nose.

"It smells so bitter, will it kill you if you drink it?" Wei Jia also had a face of rejection? Disgust.

"I'll come first," He Jiong said quietly.

He has only had two experiences in the entire Mushroom House, and he has also experienced the effect. There is absolutely nothing to say about the leverage. After a dose of medicine, he will get better after a night of sleep, and nothing will happen.

Glancing at Huang Lei, seeing that he was still hesitating, He Jiong lifted his own bowl and drank it, gulping and gulping.

Seeing this situation, Huang Lei gritted his teeth and smiled wryly. He thought that his health was not bad, and it was unlikely that he would try Li Yu's medicine in his life.

Now comes the retribution, it's a mistake to drink

He raised his head and slurped down to do it, the gudong gudong shua shua was gone, leaving only Wei Jia and Haitao still hesitating.

But facing the woman who was staring at him? Girl, the two of them looked at each other, and there was only one meaning left in their eyes, come on, fight, we did it...

swish swish

"vomit"

"so bitter"

"It's all right, drink some porridge to calm the shock, and you'll be fine later!"

Coming out with a pot of porridge, Li Yu put it in front of them, then turned around and left the table.

The breakfast of the rest of them was in the kitchen, and they asked Lao Wang for a small table to place there again, and they did not eat breakfast with the sick to prevent the virus from infecting their healthy people.

After eating a breakfast that is not considered breakfast, it can also be regarded as a lunch, and everyone has regained their spirits.

Even after drinking the medicine, I always felt a little drowsy, so a group of people crawled back to the bed, saying that they would sleep for another hour to dissipate the virus in their bodies, and leave the rest to Lao Wang and the others.

"Taking advantage of Teacher He and Teacher Huang's absence, let's take a look at the letters sent by audience friends."

A large green leather mailbox was moved out, an antique mailbox, which was full of various letters, all of which were letters from viewers and fans selected by the program group.

As soon as the letters were opened, they began to fall on the table, and everyone was in a hurry to distribute all kinds of letters.

"A letter to Teacher He, and a letter to Teacher Huang!" Li Yu divided several letters, all of which were letters from the two big brothers in the family. It seems that they are fans of the two of them.

"I also have letters for Mr. He and Mr. Huang, and letters for my sister. Haha, he looks like a boy." Peng Peng said while grabbing a letter.

However, he was soon snatched back by his sister, who gave him a supercilious look, and remembered his small grudge, the kind that will come back for revenge in the future.Seven. Eight. Chinese.

Duoduo looked through it, holding a pink envelope, "Brother Xiao Yu, there are also your fans, it says a box of razor blades, please check, why did they send you razor blades?"

"Ahem, maybe they like brother Xiaoyu's comics too much." Li Yu couldn't help but blushed and said.