"Brother~Don't scare people, it's scary enough."

Zhang Zifeng was coquettish and refused to give in. He covered Ye Mingxuan's mouth and refused to let him speak. His already tense nerves were almost gone when Ye Mingxuan was frightened.

"Zi Feng, beat him up, this guy is so bad."

The two girls on the swing were also frightened. Xue Yingmeng encouraged Zhang Zifeng to hit Ye Mingxuan twice to relieve his anger.

"Baby kid, I was shocked!" Teacher Huang was skewering strawberry skewers in the kitchen. There were not many strawberries this time. I used this time at noon to make some strawberry candied haws for the girls to satisfy their cravings, so I won't give them to the children in the village.

"Living, active, these are the things that youth should look like. If he is like you and me, you will have to worry again."

Laolang also knows how to cook. During the holidays, it seems that Laolang is basically a man who cooks. (ps: Others don’t know, anyway, my dad cooks during the New Year.)

"Wolf, eat dumplings at noon, okay?"

"I can't even picky about food." Lao Lang sat in front of the stove, adding firewood all the time, chatting when he had something to say, singing when he calmed down, and had little curiosity about what was happening in the yard.

While skewers candied haws, Teacher Huang looked into the yard from the window with a smile on his face: "These children are so interesting. Nowadays, children are very talented. I don't think that we were thinking about climbing trees and digging bird nests all day long."

"The children are simple nowadays. When we were as old as them, we knew everything and were much worse than them." Lao Lang fiddled with Mu Chai and said, "Do you still remember that a few of us rode bicycles to the Xiangshan area to make an appointment with Huohuo's sweet potatoes?"

"Remember, why don't you, me, Xiaosong, who else?"

"Zheng Jun!"

"Yes, and he, the four of us, rode our sophomore bicycles on someone's field and stole sweet potatoes. We were also unlucky to be caught (dei) by others."

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"Respect youth." "Respect the past."

"Just say that the roasted sweet potatoes were not fragrant at that time?" Lao Lang asked with a sip of tea and chuckled.

"It smells good, what's not good at that time? Roasted sweet potatoes, roasted potatoes, roasted corn, and the mouth is dark and mocking each other!"

Teacher Huang recalled and laughed: "Isn't it blamed you if you are caught?"

"There's no way, you don't know my sophomore 28, I can't help but lose my chain!"

Lao Lang smiled helplessly. He was often nagged by these bad friends because of his bicycle falling out, especially those like Xiaosong. It sounds endless and very annoying.

Unlike in the kitchen, the atmosphere in the yard was a little nervous at this time. The first stove did not contain corn kernels, but just the body of a simple hot popcorn machine. Peng Peng was still shouting in the yard. The atmosphere that was not very nervous was also very nervous.

"Peng Peng, don't shout, I'm starting to be nervous."

Silang Wangdui held a crowbar and stopped on the pressure relief valve. He leaned back and pressed almost on Peng Peng. Peng Peng stepped on the popcorn machine with one foot, tried to stay away from his body, and hid behind Silang Wangdui.

"Ah~ It's going to explode, it's going to explode, ah~"

Silang Wangdui only felt that Peng Peng seemed to be yelling at his ear, which made him frightened, but at this time the arrow was on the string and had to fire it, gritting his teeth and exerting force~

"Dang ~"

However, the cover of the popcorn machine fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound, not the "bang" sound like fireworks and firecrackers as imagined.

“Haha~”

"Haha~ It didn't sound, I was scared to death." Peng Peng stood up freely, trying to pretend to be brave, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed him.

Zhang Zifeng and Ouyang Xueyingmeng both breathed a sigh of relief, fearing, but the result was that there was no sound, and they were a little disappointed and a little awake. Maomao was so scared that she closed her eyes. She hadn't heard a sound for a long time before she opened her eyes carefully and took a sip to restore her nervous mood.

"How could it sound if there is nothing inside? The air pressure inside and outside is almost the same. What are you talking nonsense?"

After drinking the porridge, Ye Mingxuan packed up the things on the table, returned to the pavilion, and said disdainfully as if he had survived the disaster.

"Brother, why don't you come? I'm really afraid!" Peng Peng retreated and looked at Ye Mingxuan as if he was asking for help.

"You are stupid. The most interesting thing about this episode now is popcorn, work more and more shots, are you stupid?"

I just came down from the mountain, so I had to rest anyway, right?

"Brother, what are the bunch of people at the door? Where are you looking at Brother Liu?" Zhang Zifeng looked at the coat that was thrown at the door with fruits and asked in confusion.

"Ah? Hey~ I almost forgot. I picked some fruits, do you want to eat them?"

When Zhang Zifeng asked, Ye Mingxuan patted his head in annoyance and almost forgot about the fruit. Fortunately, Zhang Zifeng asked, otherwise he would have left at noon and would have been a cheap program team.

"Hey, we are guests, shouldn't we ask us first?"

Xue Yingmeng has a carefree personality. After a day of getting along, she almost figured out the personalities of the people in the Mushroom House. As long as Ye Mingxuan doesn't mess with his sister, he will basically not care about you.

Pour the fruit in the jacket into the frame and ask Zhang Zifeng to wash a few fruits for everyone. Ye Mingxuan went to Wang Zhengyu to discuss business and returned the clothes to Brother Liu.

"Dao Wang, Wang Zhengyu."

"An, sell fruits?" Wang Zhengyu lay on his rocking chair, shaking the fan leisurely.

"Are you floating?"

He took the pony stool and sat down. Ye Mingxuan looked at Director Wang leisurely and asked with a pout.

"You are gone next time, I will be liberated!"

Director Wang sat upright and handed the fan to the person next to him: "A pound of fruit costs five yuan, do you like to sell it?"

"I think you are really floating, I haven't left yet."

Ye Mingxuan raised his fists and asked, "Do you know it? The big fist of a casserole."

"Oh, no, I'm injured. Next time, I must arrange the hardest and most tiring work for Zhang Zifeng."

Wang Zhengyu covered his heart and screamed exaggeratedly. If you don’t believe it, can’t cure you?

"Uh~ I'll give it two hundred, how about it all yours?"

What if the hateful Wang Zhengyu is crazy about letting his sister do the heaviest work? So you have to surrender when you need to surrender.

"Trade." Wang Zhengyu waved his hand: "Carry our fruits over, everyone will have a share!"

"The tree falls and the money scatters, and the tea is cold when people walk away. This world~ hey~ people's hearts are not ancient, but people's hearts are not ancient~"

Ye Mingxuan glanced at Wang Zhengyu with his eyes slanted, and mocked him with a long sigh.

"It's three to three, Maomao, come and make a move?"

Peng Peng, who had just been quiet for a few minutes, started shouting again, encouraging the timid Maomao to turn around for a while.

"Maomao, show your masculinity, what are you afraid of?"

"Come on!"

"Come!"

Maomao just covered her ears and shook her head, and she didn't want to talk to her, and she didn't want to get up.
Chapter completed!