"It's time to eat!"

He Yu's stainless steel basin, with the other hand, pinched a pair of chopsticks and knocked it, but the sound was too ugly, and finally he roared at the top of his throat.

In order to take care of the throat, He Yu rarely yells, and he maintains his business literacy very well in this regard, after all, he relies on his throat and brain to eat.

Su Han and Pineapple, who happened to be walking back, hurriedly quickened their pace, looking at Teacher He Yu's basin in one hand and chopsticks in the other, Pineapple suddenly laughed, because Teacher He Yu was still wearing an apron and drawing a cute bear.

This image is probably equivalent to HelloKitty in Su Han's impression, or Kumamon, anyway, it is either cute or funny, and it doesn't match the character that Teacher He Yu has always performed.

The most annoying thing is that the apron is still pink.

Su Han felt the bad taste of the program team in terms of details.

He wondered before why there was only one big bed in the bedroom, which meant that he and Pineapple were squeezed into a bed!

"Teacher He, in the countryside, you mean calling pigs to eat!"

Su Han couldn't help laughing, saw He Yu looking over, and said casually.

"Pig farming? What do you mean? He Yu looked at his apron, although he was a little more delicate, but it didn't match with pigs, right?

"Look," Su Han patted the stainless steel basin with his hand, "Knock twice when eating, and the domestic pigs will come over to eat." ”

"Oh? And this kind of operation?! "Pineapple means live a long time.

He Yu smiled, took the basin and said, "I understand, this is the same as raising a dog, knock on the rice basin and come over, conditioned reflex." ”

There is a lot of life in this world, and there are very few people who raise pigs for decades, and they are basically large-scale pig farms.

So in Su Han's opinion, there are some things of common sense, but people in this world line don't know.

Another reason may be that the four people here are all from the city, and the children who grew up in the countryside should have heard of it, and maybe even seen it.

But obviously, Su Han didn't expect this stubble at all, and the three of them walked into the house, and Teacher Wang Lei had already started to put the dishes and chopsticks neatly.

"Yo, your nose is very smart, I was afraid that you would go too far just now, sit and sit, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Su Hanzai washed his hands carefully, after all, he squatted on the ground and picked a lot of grass just now, and when he turned his head, he found that the stove was the kind of red brick cement poured in the farmhouse, and a chimney extended to the outside of the wall.

This kind of stove burns wood directly, the fire is very strong, there is a fire channel under each pot, and there is a kettle in front of the pot.

If you keep boiling dry, the stove will definitely not be able to withstand it after a long time, so this kettle may also have a cooling effect while boiling water.

Su Han remembered that the orphanage was this kind of stove in the past, and as a person from Linzhou City, the orphanage was obviously an old house.

If the director had sold the orphanage directly, the money he got would have been enough to easily live his life......

The reason why I paid attention to the stove was that I saw the earthen stove again after many years, and I felt a little emotional, and I thought that the stove was very quiet.

Teacher Wang Lei is definitely a veteran of cooking at home, Su Han, who can also cook, thought in his heart, shook his hand, and carefully dried it.

Cooking is actually not difficult, but how to arrange the time, when to cut the vegetables, when to boil the water, a whole set of processes without wasting time, and can complete one dish after another, this requires very clear logic and skillful experience.

Not to mention keeping the stove clean, this is still the case that Wang Lei didn't have time to clean the stove.

Except for a small dish with some minced garlic and chopped green onions, there are basically no water stains, and it is estimated that they were wiped clean when cooking.

The four of them sat around the table of the Eight Immortals, and it looked like they were hammered out of the ubiquitous wooden nails.

It seems that the program team is really not lying, this pineapple house is really a rented house, and it is said that the owner's family goes out to work and can't go back a few times a year.

The furniture, furnishings, and all aspects of the home reveal the breath of life.

Su Han feels that "Leisurely Daily" and "Longing for Life" are really similar.

In fact, in another world line, he actually didn't understand why "Longing for Life" was popular.

It's not just because of the guests in each issue, that's for sure, because even the seniors of the project team who don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry have watched a few issues every once in a while.

It's a pity that Su Han is also the lowest among many social animals, a pure newcomer, who can't speak yet, and is so busy every day that he has only seen two or three issues.

And at that time, Su Han was still watching TV one second, and he might have fallen asleep the next second, his state was so bad that he didn't realize what the show expressed.

Now with the help of the golden finger, Su Han can only clearly recall the sporadic clips he has watched, which is not of much help to the show.

So Su Han didn't mean to give advice to the director, there are so many talents in the world, and the director must have ideas when he can think of this show.

Let it be.

"This soup ......"

Su Han took a sip of soup first, smacked his lips, and didn't speak.

Drink soup first to warm your stomach, this is Su Han's habit.

Soup stewed in a casserole, bacon with sliced bamboo shoots, bite-sized tofu, some wild mushrooms.

Bacon has a unique umami taste, which is not everyone's habit of eating.

Especially this kind of home-cured bacon, if it is left for a long time, two or three years, this taste will even be a little rushed, especially the fat part.

Even Su Han, who likes to eat, may not be able to dry up a piece of fat in one bite.

However, this time the bacon is just the right age, and this unique umami flavor is just right, the soup presents a yellowish white, and the wild mountain mushrooms also provide a different flavor.

“…… It's so delicious. ”

Su Han felt the warmth spread from his stomach to his whole body, and it was a sultry day, but this warmth did not make people irritable and uncomfortable at all, but very pleasant.

He subconsciously took out his mobile phone and took a photo, ready to starve Fang Xun to death.

It's been a long time since the dean got sick, and it's been a long time since I've been late.

Su Han will do it himself, but he is busy reading, busy studying, and then busy making his debut and busy with albums.

At this time, I slowed down and took a sip of soup, and many similar and different memories of the past and present lives came to my heart.

Although in my heart, the dean's soup is still the best, whether it is Su Han himself or Teacher Wang Lei, it is still almost meaningful.

But the same fragrance and the same soup still made him feel a lot of emotion in his heart.

The memory of the previous life is like a veil, and the previous life has been separated by a cosmic thread.

In a trance, Su Han even had a feeling that things were wrong.

The sense of smell and taste is able to leave a memory.

Sometimes when walking on the street, the breath suddenly wafts by, as if it has been smelled somewhere, and the next second it takes people back to many years ago.

If there is no dean, with his withdrawn character, he will definitely be a mess when he grows up.

Maybe the society is so afraid that you can't talk to people, and your heart is full of darkness.

"Is this soup so good?"

Wang Lei was a little caught off guard, and looked at Pineapple and He Yu, who were also a little overwhelmed on the side.

Why is this all the good drinking and crying for other children?

Su Han seemed to have come back to his senses at this time, and naturally wiped his tears, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'm sorry, I haven't drunk this kind of bacon soup for some years, the dean used to stew soup before winter, and the children in the orphanage waited for the soup to be served."