In the courtyard, Teacher He sat leisurely in the gazebo and watched the two groups of people busy.

Reba led the two girls to finish screening the tea leaves and were ready to make a fire to fry the tea, and the fire was lit on Peng Peng's side, but the tea leaves had not yet been screened.

No matter how the three girls tossed, they couldn't make a fire, Reba almost lay on the ground, blowing into the small stove, the fire was not lit, but smoke rose, and the three of them were in tears.

"Ahem~ Brother Peng Peng, help us cough cough~ Light the fire. Zhang Zifeng wiped a handful of tears and fanned the smoke with his hand to Peng Peng for help.

Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the three girls, Peng Peng not only didn't help, but said with a sneer: "Sister, the way you look now is really funny." ”

Because he was anxious and kept lighting the fire, Reba's face was covered with sweat and ashes, which was no different from a bear child who had been playing for a day.

Zhang Zifeng and Zhao Jinmai were no better, sweat mixed with tears, hair stuck to their faces, and they didn't know to hide from the smoked tears when they stood in the smoke.

Reba hadn't given up yet, still lying on the ground and insisting on making a fire by himself: "Cough~ Zifeng Maimai, we don't have to ask others, I believe that we can definitely make a fire." ”

Teacher He couldn't stand it, and several beautiful girls were embarrassed like this, and Peng Peng didn't come forward to help: "I'll come." ”

Rolling up his sleeves, Mr. He seemed to be loud and powerful to himself, but in fact, he was weak-hearted, and Mr. He himself had never made a fire.

Teacher He, who had no bottom in his heart, secretly gave Peng Peng a look, but Peng Peng didn't understand it at all, and thought why the teacher was smoked.

"Peng Peng, I don't have any eyesight, look at how tired Sister Reba is, why don't you go to help?" Wei Daxun looked at it and reminded Peng Peng.

Seeing that Peng Peng still wanted to refuse, he was pushed by Wei Daxun, so he reluctantly walked towards the girl, and Teacher He took the initiative to get out of the way.

"Reba, let Peng Peng come. Sister, Wheat, you two go and help Daxun sift the tea leaves. After Mr. He made the arrangement, he returned to his seat and relaxed.

"Teacher He, is the tea fried ready?" Mr. Huang shouted to Mr. He from the kitchen window.

Teacher He looked at the pitiful progress of the two teams and pouted, "It's still early! ”

After listening to this, Mr. Huang covered the raw noodles on the board, and came out wearing an apron.

"Xiaodi, Zifeng, what's wrong with you, why are you so embarrassed?" Looking at the three girls who were squatting on the side and a little deflated, Teacher Huang asked with some distress.

"Daddy Huang~"

“?? %#$, that Teacher Huang, my sister can't make a fire, and is smoked. Zhang Zifeng was about to answer, Peng Peng was talking nonsense, disturbing Zhang Zifeng's words, admit it, you must admit it, otherwise my sister said that if he didn't help, it wouldn't be looking for a draw!

Zhao Jinmai snorted arrogantly, and pulled Zhang Zifeng to wash, it was still very uncomfortable for her hair to stick to her face.

Teacher Huang stared at Peng Peng with deep meaning and nodded expressionlessly.

While lighting a fire, Peng Peng quietly looked up at Teacher Huang's face, and felt that he was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Put the small iron pot on the small stove and pour the tea leaves into it.

"Don't pour the tea first, first burn the pot hot and then pour the tea, don't let your sister get it, you go wash your hands, and then fry the tea." ”

Teacher Huang sat down beside Teacher He with his hands behind his back: "This kid is really not worry-free, I don't know how old I am." ”

"Where's Xiao Xuan?" Teacher He smiled, he didn't care, he didn't see Ye Mingxuan come out, Teacher He was a little curious, this Teacher Huang came out, what else could Ye Mingxuan do inside?

"He's boiling water in the kitchen. Teacher Huang shook the two kettles on the table, and he knew it.

"I'm just about to finish my meal and ask Peng Peng to boil some water on this stove. Teacher He pointed to the stove that had just been set up in the afternoon in the corner of the gazebo and said to Teacher Huang.

"Originally, boiling water was used to prepare the noodles. After Mr. Huang finished explaining, he pointed at Wei Daxun with a pu fan and said, "Daxun, Daxun, the fire is small, be careful not to burn your hands, have you washed your hands?"

Wei Daxun touched the bottom of the small iron pot, and said with a smile: "It's okay Teacher Huang, it's not hot." Hiss~ha~"

As soon as the words fell, he jumped up with his arm flicked, and only jumped his feet in pain.

"Daxun, are you alright? Teacher He quickly stood up, walked to Wei Daxun's side and asked with concern.

Wei Daxun endured the pain and showed it to Teacher He, and both fingers were hot and blistered.

"Teacher Huang, Daxun's fingers are blistered, how to deal with it?" This kind of small injury must not trouble the program team, and you can deal with it yourself as much as possible.

"Let you be careful, if you don't listen, first rinse with cold water, go to the kitchen and pour some vinegar to soak for a while. Teacher Huang said with both blame and concern.

"Teacher He, leave him alone, let him deal with it himself, can you touch the pot on the fire casually?" Teacher Huang said with a smile as he looked at Wei Daxun, who was dancing in the yard with a hissing pain.

"Daxun, can you do it yourself?" said Teacher He's worried face.

"Teacher He, I'm fine, I'm fine. Wei Daxun said with a grin over his hands.

"It's really worry-free!" Teacher Huang shook his head, sat down in Wei Daxun's position just now, and began to stir tea.

Peng Peng saw the consequences of Wei Daxun, and was much more cautious, and tried it with his palm some distance from the bottom of the pot, feeling that the pot was hot before he began to pour the tea leaves.

"Peng Peng, don't pinch it, the tea leaves have made you pinch it, watch my movements. Mr. Huang used his hands as shovels and kept turning over the tea leaves underneath.

"Oh~ Okay. Peng Peng imitated Mr. Huang's movements while watching them, and learned them well.

...

The water in the kitchen was already boiling, and he was about to go out to get the kettle, when Wei Daxun came in with his arms crossed.

"What's wrong, Brother Daxun?"

"I touched the iron pot just now, it was scalding and foaming, where is the vinegar?" Wei Daxun finished explaining and looked for the vinegar bottle on the board, the vinegar bottle was obviously at hand, maybe because he was in a hurry, Wei Daxun turned a blind eye.

Ye Mingxuan walked over with a smile, poured a small half bowl of aged vinegar, and put it on the board.

Wei Daxun put his scalded finger into the bowl, and suddenly felt much more comfortable, his fingers were not so painful, they were cool.

"It works. Wei Daxun said happily.

"If it's useful, soak it for a while. ”

After saying that, he walked out, took the kettle in the gazebo, and was about to go back to the kitchen to fill the water.

"Xiao Xuan, is Daxun okay?" Teacher He was still a little worried, and stopped Ye Mingxuan to ask about Wei Daxun's situation.

"Teacher He, it's just a scald! How big a deal can it be? Put your heart in your stomach, it's fine. Ye Mingxuan explained helplessly, it was a common scald, and the area was not large, so there was nothing to worry about about just two blisters.

Carrying two kettles, he went back to the kitchen.

At this time, Wei Daxun already felt much better, but he didn't know if the vinegar that had been soaked in his fingers could still be used: "Xiao Xuan, can you still eat these vinegars?"

"Throw it away, would you like to eat it?"

Ye Mingxuan filled the kettle with water and said without raising his head.