The Master of Entertainment of Longing for Life Chapter 120 Chapter 120 In the tea-fried yard, Teacher He sat leisurely in the pavilion watching the two groups of people busy.

Reba led the two girls to screen the tea and prepare to make a fire and stir-fry tea. The fire on Peng Peng has started, but the tea has not been screened yet.

The three girls couldn't catch fire no matter how hard they tried. Reba almost lay on the ground and blew air into the small stove. Before the fire was lit, thick smoke rose, and the smoke made the three of them cry.

"Cough cough~ Brother Peng Peng, help us cough~ light the fire." Zhang Zifeng wiped his tears and slapped his hands with thick smoke to ask Peng Peng for help.

Seeing the three girls in a mess, Peng Peng not only did not go to help but laughed and said, "Sister, you are really funny now."

Because he was anxious and kept lighting the fire, the sweat stuck to the ashes on Renba's face, which was no different from the naughty child who had been playing for a whole day.

Zhang Zifeng and Zhao Jinmai were not much better either. Sweat mixed with tears, hair stuck to their faces, and tears that were smoked in the smoke were flowing and they didn't know how to hide next to them.

Before Reba gave up, she still lay on the ground and insisted on setting a fire on her own: "Cough~ Zifeng Maimi, we don't need to ask others for help, believe that we can definitely make a fire on her own."

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

Rolling up his sleeves, Teacher He seemed to be confident and loudly squeaking himself, but in fact he was so guilty that Teacher He himself had never made any noise.

Teacher He, who was unsure, secretly gave Peng Peng a look, but Peng Peng didn't understand at all, and he thought that the teacher was smoked.

"Peng Peng, you don't have any strength at all. Look at how tired Sister Reba is, why don't you help?" Wei Daxun looked at her and reminded Peng Peng.

Seeing that Peng Peng wanted to refuse, Wei Daxun pushed him, he reluctantly walked towards the girl. Teacher He took the initiative to move away from the position.

"Reba, let Peng Peng come. Sister, Xiaomai, you two go and help Daxun screen tea." After making arrangements, Teacher He returned to his seat and started leisurely.

"Teacher He, have the tea been fried?" Teacher Huang shouted to Teacher He from the kitchen window.

Teacher He looked at the pitiful progress of the two teams and said, "It's still early! I just started a fire."

After listening to this, Teacher Huang covered the raw noodles on the chopping board and came out in an apron.

"Xiao Di, Zi Feng, what's wrong with you? Why are you so embarrassed?" Teacher Huang asked with some distress at the three girls squatting aside.

"Dad Huang~"

"%#, that teacher Huang, my sister can't catch a fire, she's smoked." Zhang Zifeng was about to answer, but Peng Peng said randomly, disturbing Zhang Zifeng's words. He admitted his conscience and had to admit his conscience, otherwise his sister would say he didn't help, so he would be asking for trouble!

Zhao Jinmai snorted proudly and pulled Zhang Zifeng to wash. Her hair stuck to her face was quite uncomfortable.

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

While making a fire, Peng Peng quietly looked up at Teacher Huang's face and felt not angry. He then breathed a sigh of relief. He placed the small iron pot on the small stove and was about to pour tea leaves in.

"Don't pour tea first, boil the hot pot and then pour tea, and don't let your sister and the others make it. Go and wash your hands and then stir-fry the tea."

Teacher Huang sat down next to Teacher He with his hands behind his back: "This child is really not worry-free. I don't know how old he is, but I don't know how much girl he gives in."

"Where is Xiaoxuan?" Teacher He smiled and didn't care. He didn't see Ye Mingxuan coming out. Teacher He was a little curious. Teacher Huang came out, so what else could Ye Mingxuan do in it?

"He is boiling water in the kitchen." Teacher Huang shook both kettles on the table, knowing it in his heart.

"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 corner of the pavilion in the afternoon and said to Teacher Huang.

"Originally, boiling water was used to prepare the following noodles." After explaining, Teacher Huang pointed at Wei Daxun with a palm fan and said, "Daxun, Daxun, 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 he finished speaking, he jumped up while shaking his arm, and he only jumped up in pain.

"Daxun, is it okay? What's going on? Let's take a look." Teacher He quickly stood up and walked to Wei Daxun and asked with concern.

Wei Daxun endured the pain and looked at Teacher He. His fingers were so hot that they were blistered.

"Teacher Huang, Daxun's fingers are blistering, how to deal with it?" This kind of minor injury must not be bothered by the program team. If you can handle it yourself, try to deal with it as much as possible.

"Let you be careful, but you just don't listen. First, rinse it with cold water and pour some vinegar in the kitchen for a while." Teacher Huang said with both blame and concern.

"Teacher He, don't worry about him, let him handle it by himself, have a memory of rising. Can the pot on the fire be touched casually?" Teacher Huang looked at Wei Daxun, who was dancing in the yard with pain and hissing.

"Daxun, can you do it yourself?" Teacher He looked worried.

"Teacher He, I'm fine, I'm fine." Wei Daxun said with his hands grinning.

"It's really not worry-free!" Teacher Huang shook his head, sat in Wei Daxun's seat just now, and started to stir-fry tea.

Peng Peng saw the consequences of Wei Daxun, so he was much more cautious. He tried his hand a little far from the bottom of the pot. He felt that the pot was hot and started pouring tea.

"Peng Peng, don't pinch it randomly. You'll pinch the tea leaves. Look at my movements." Teacher Huang kept turning the tea leaves underneath as a shovel.

"Oh~ OK." Peng Peng imitated while watching Teacher Huang's movements, learning in a good manner

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

"What's wrong with Brother Daxun?"

"I just touched the iron pot and it was blistering. Where is the vinegar?" Wei Daxun finished explaining and was looking for a vinegar bottle on the chopping board. The vinegar bottle was obviously right at hand. Maybe because of the worry, Wei Daxun turned a blind eye.

Ye Mingxuan walked over with a funny look, poured half a bowl of aged vinegar and placed it on the chopping board.

Wei Daxun put the scalded fingers into the bowl and felt much more comfortable. His fingers were not as painful as they were, and they were cool.

"This method is quite effective." Wei Daxun said happily.

"If it works, soak for a while."

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

"Xiaoxuan, is Daxun okay?" Teacher He was still a little worried and stopped Ye Mingxuan and asked about Wei Daxun's situation.

"Teacher He, it's just a scald! How big a thing can it be? It's okay to put your heart in your stomach." Ye Mingxuan explained helplessly. It was just a common scald, not a big area, and there was nothing to worry about just two blisters.

He carried two kettles and went back to the kitchen.

Wei Daxun felt much better now, but he just didn't know if the vinegar that had soaked his fingers could still be used: "Xiaoxuan, can you still eat these vinegar?"

"Do you want to eat it?"
Chapter completed!