Teacher Huang chased Ye Mingxuan, the yard was full of chickens and dogs, and the audience in the live broadcast room was happy, some added fuel to the fire, some begged for mercy, and a considerable number of people watched the excitement.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Huang, let's rest!"

Teacher He stopped Teacher Huang, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, if Ye Mingxuan was bent on dodging, it would be strange if Teacher Huang's speed could catch up.

"You come here, if you don't hit you twice, your heart won't be open!"

Teacher Huang gasped, holding a broom in his hand, and pointed at Ye Mingxuan.

Ye Mingxuan dodged the blow vigorously, snatched the mobile phone of the live broadcast, and looked at the barrage full of crowdfunding to beat him, and couldn't help but feel sad, and he cried with a wow!

"Grandma doesn't love my uncle and doesn't love it, I can't live anymore~"

Teacher Huang rolled his eyes and glared at Ye Mingxuan, this guy is so embarrassed, crying so fakely, how could Nortel teach such a thing, and peek at the mobile phone screen through his fingers?

"Put away your fake appearance, don't say that you graduated from Nortel, you can't afford to lose this person. ”

Zhang Zifeng covered his mouth and smiled, washed the red dates he brought back, and put them on the stone table, Ye Mingxuan glanced at the red dates, kicked off his slippers and lay in the hammock, crossing Erlang's legs.

"What, why don't it end, you black fans, are you all looking forward to me being beaten? I tell you, don't think about it in this life. ”

"It's scattered, it's boring, it's boring~"

"Where's my sister? I want to see my sister!"

"Don't, it's only been a long time, broadcast it for a while, I haven't seen enough yet!"

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"Don't show it, why, are you my fans? I suspect that you are my black fans, don't look at me to see what others look like, look at my brother's eyes, look!"

Ye Mingxuan pretended to be shy and winked at the camera.

"Do you feel my sincerity?"

However, the vomiting expression of the barrage made Ye Mingxuan angry, and the three souls ascended to heaven and the seven spirits went out of his body, and he handed the mobile phone to Zhang Zifeng angrily and turned his head.

Zhang Zifeng generously took the phone, glanced at it, and almost persuaded her not to fall in love, for all kinds of reasons, if she wasn't determined, she was afraid that she would be moved.

"Thank you brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts for your concern, everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness, and I have it too. ”

After speaking, he sat on the edge of the hammock and pulled Ye Mingxuan's head.

"Angry?"

"What do you think, I'm a little hungry, but it's a pity that someone doesn't cook for me, so I'm hungry!"

Ye Mingxuan glanced at Teacher Huang meaningfully, and his mouth was full of slurp.

"Do you have no hands or no feet?

As soon as Mr. Huang got angry, he almost couldn't help but want to beat him, Bear child, why do you say you have nothing to tease him?

"Teacher Huang, I'm hungry too!"

Peng Peng said embarrassedly on the side, and found that Mr. Huang's eyes were not good, so he immediately lowered his head and teased the puppy.

"There are steamed bread and cucumbers in the kitchen, and when you are hungry, you can gnaw them yourself, and you don't cook at night!

"Don't mind, there is me, calm and calm, it doesn't matter if they are strong and eat less than one meal, we elderly people can't afford to be hungry!"

Teacher He almost couldn't drink a sip of tea, and Mr. Huang's map cannon was too big, how dare he open it to eat in the villagers' homes, and he didn't eat a few bites!

"Oh oh oh, I almost forgot about you!"

As soon as Mr. Huang slapped his thigh, he took care of the two bear children, and forgot about Mr. He, a person who can't understand instant noodles, if he doesn't cook, he will probably really starve.

"Daddy Huang, I'm hungry too!"

"Come on, it's not okay not to cook, alas~ girl, you just protect this kid!"

Teacher Huang affectionately nodded Zhang Zifeng's little qiong's nose, and walked to the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

Seeing that Teacher Huang was gone, Ye Mingxuan sat up suddenly, his hands were not honest, he hugged Zhang Zifeng's waist, propped his chin on Zhang Zifeng's shoulder, and stuck out his tongue at Teacher Huang's back and made a grimace!

"Oh~ By the way, you want to..."

happened to see Ye Mingxuan's arrogant face, and the anger came up at once, but seeing Zhang Zifeng's sweet smiling face, Teacher Huang was quite relieved.

"What do you want to eat at night?"

"Master, why don't you have a whole fish feast in the evening?"

This place, located in the alluvial area of the Minjiang River, is surrounded by water, if you want to talk about ingredients, or fish is the most convenient, anyway, there will be no guests tomorrow, don't think about the ingredients, save the trouble!

"The key is that you can't finish eating, this weather, it's really a waste to can't finish eating!"

Ye Mingxuan's proposal Teacher Huang didn't refuse, but he just felt that it was unnecessary, he didn't need to record tonight or tomorrow, just make something to eat, the ingredients for the whole fish banquet are simple, killing fish is not a simple matter, especially the open-backed fish, Ye Mingxuan can't make a table of fish without helping.

"Forget it, I'll cook tomorrow night, how about the Eight Immortals cross the sea?"

"Slip~ho~ Good boy, I finally did a good thing, I'll take care of the ingredients, hey~ This kid, you have a mouth!"

Mr. Huang muttered to himself, and went back to the kitchen to cook with satisfaction, and the three people who had never heard of the dish of Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea were slightly puzzled, to say that Mr. Huang's cooking skills, what delicious dishes have not been eaten, but a dish name that can make Mr. Huang swallow saliva is really not seen.

"Brother, what are the eight immortals crossing the sea?"

Not only Peng Pengzhang Zifeng was curious, but Mr. He, a well-informed old man, had never heard of it, and the live broadcast room was even more boiling, competing to ask what kind of dish the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea was, especially the local tyrant gluttony who loves to eat, the spaceship is the same as the one given for nothing, and the screen blocked by the special effects can't be seen.

"Eight immortals crossing the sea is actually a kind of birthday banquet, not eight dishes, but seven dishes, it is rumored that He Xiangu lost a dish on the way to celebrate his birthday, it is He Shou Wu, so the eight immortals across the sea became seven dishes. ”

Ye Mingxuan glanced at the live broadcast screen after explaining, good guy, I haven't seen all the gifts for a while, it's too easy to make money, right?

"I'm in Rongcheng, I won't have any guests tomorrow night, right?

"Hahaha Xiao Xuan, do more. ”

"Pretty boy, I'll bring a guest over tomorrow and leave a place!"

", I don't know if I don't look at it, I don't know if I look at it, I'm scared to death when I see it, Chi Chi won't say it, when did Brother Jing Xingye become so free?"

"Eight immortals across the sea? It's very interesting, let's take a look at Ming'er, Ali unmanned hotel shortcomings specialty. ”

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Don't talk about netizens now, everyone's eyes in the mushroom house are about to fall to the ground, the golden name is simply blinding, for fear that someone will spoof, Ye Mingxuan deliberately clicked into the information and looked at it, this is the father of the whole people!

"Girl, kiss me, why do I feel a little dreamy? Isn't it just a table of dishes?

A dish you've never heard of before, with such a big splash?

Zhang Zifeng doesn't care who comes, even if you are Boss Ma?

deliberately facing the camera, hugging Ye Mingxuan's neck, after hesitating slightly, he looked at Ye Mingxuan's face, "Muma~" is it.

Ye Mingxuan, who was stunned for a moment, subconsciously turned his head and kissed Zhang Zifeng's small mouth.

"It seems to be ~ really belching ~"

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"Ma Maipi, let go of my sister, and come to labor!"

"it, beast!"

"Where's the knife of labor?

"The crowd is angry, and listen to the words of the poor Tao, the Taoist friends of Sichuan and Shu Province. Why don't you go to the mushroom house in a group? ”

"The poor monk has a knife, how many people will go? ”