"Are you still expressing your grievances?"

Teacher Huang held Yizha bottled beer with the label removed. Teacher Huang was an old alcoholic. The wine was delivered by Chen Chichi and his boss last time. I thought I had finished drinking it, but I didn’t expect there was a Zha in the house!

"How much does this kid hate me? I have recorded it in my small notebook. Why did Teacher He have a drink?"

He poured the water from the water cup into the flower pot next to the pavilion, and the big tea tank used by the two of them was less than two cups of beer.

After Teacher He clinked glasses with him, he asked curiously: "Teacher Huang, where did the beer come from?"

"The rest of Chichi came last time, there is still a thorn in the house!"

"Is our Mushroom House so rich now? It's so cool!"

"No, Teacher Huang, Teacher He, me, me?"

Thank you for pointing out to myself. I haven’t drunk beer for a long time. Since I had a child, Brother Jie basically won’t let her touch the beer anymore.

"You? What's wrong with you?"

"Hey~ By the way, I suddenly remembered something. You must not know. I used to not drink beer. When Teacher Huang was popular, Teacher Huang and I recorded a program. After the recording, Teacher Huang said to me: Have a drink? I thought, Teacher Huang must go to treat me with such a big wrist. Then I took Teacher Huang to the very popular coffee and tea at that time."

Teacher He still finds it interesting to think about it. At that time, he didn't drink alcohol and didn't know what it means to drink a glass. The simple one is to drink something.

"I thought it was quite strange at the time. I thought to myself that Teacher He had a unique taste. Why did he come to this kind of place when drinking a little wine? You know, those blues were popular in cafes at that time. I felt that drinking beer in this atmosphere wouldn't be awkward?"

Teacher Huang held a large teapot and took a sip, smacking his lips with great satisfaction.

"Teacher Huang thought I ordered beer, but in fact I ordered two cups of milk tea and pearl milk tea. Teacher Huang was stunned when he looked at the two cups of milk tea on the table. Later, Teacher Huang ordered a big, bulk beer by himself. The embarrassing thing was that I drank two cups of milk tea alone, and where did Teacher Huang drink beer by himself."

Teacher He and Teacher Huang had a cup. The two met for more than 20 years. This kind of friendship is enviable and cherish each other very much. It is worth having a few old friends who have known each other for more than 20 years. It is something worth showing off.

How many good friends and brothers who once thought of sharing life and death are now indifferent? How many good friends from youth are gradually blurring in your head?

"Teacher He, when did you start to learn to drink?"

"This seems to have been working on a stage play with Teacher Huang, and I have more social interactions. I rehearsed together every day. Teacher Huang and the others all drank beer. I just drank drinks and juice and felt like I was being excluded, so I started drinking it."

Teacher Huang and the other three were chatting, but Ye Mingxuan and the other three were unable to get into the mouth. They patted Zhang Zifeng on the shoulder and asked her to take a shower and sleep, or went back to the house to review her homework. After recording this issue, Zhang Zifeng had to go back to school for the final exam.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, Ye Mingxuan was not sleepy at all. Unlike Peng Peng, Teacher Huang and Sister Na now all said that Ye Mingxuan knew and had no interest. He ran to the yard alone and started chopping wood.

Ye Mingxuan has a strange violent beauty when cutting wood. A piece of firewood, regardless of whether it is a standard cylinder or a strange shape with a crooked neck, only an axe is needed. Every time he swings the axe, it looks very comfortable, and the movements are almost the same, very standard.

Peng Peng was so excited that he watched the standard rhythmic and beautiful movements. He felt a little embarrassed. This is his positioning in the mushroom house. He ate a lot today and didn’t work. He immediately walked to Ye Mingxuan to ask for an axe.

"It's okay, I've been exercising my muscles and I haven't been exercising much in one day."

"Brother, I'll do it, I'll lose weight, leave it to me!"

It’s easy to eat, but it’s not so easy to lose weight. I still remember the photos that the program team showed him last time. My face was so fat that I guaranteed that I lost weight until now, and the effect was very small.

"Peng Peng, can you chop firewood?"

Sister Na walked to the two of them at some point, and it seemed that she was ready to try it.

"It's a must, I'm a professional firewood and fire in the mushroom house."

He arranged the firewood himself and aimed at it and chopped it down slightly. The firewood was very proud and did not embarrass him. It was just that his actions were not ugly. Of course, it had nothing to do with beauty.

"Oh, young man, let's try it for me!"

Xie Na said without saying anything. After taking the long-handled axe, Ye Mingxuan helped her set up the firewood. The axe raised high and trembled slightly.

"No, I'm going to chop the wood~"

Teacher He came over and he tried it more than once. On average, a piece of firewood can only be chopped by four or five times. Teacher He has always believed that chopping firewood is a technical job or a difficult task.

"Click~"

"It's hard~ right?"

The firewood broke down in response to the sound, and Teacher He was stunned for a moment, and the words behind him jumped out in a low voice, and bowed his head in shame and returned to his seat.

"Teacher He, it's not difficult. It's quite simple and fun. Come again."

"It's easy for you to make me feel like a waste!"

Xie's words aroused Teacher He's competitive spirit. He rolled up his sleeves that did not exist, and returned to the scene of chopping firewood with high fighting spirit.

Teacher Huang held the big teapot and looked at it with a smile. Teacher He's personality was the main reason why he was willing to have a heart-to-heart talk with Teacher He. He was not a few years apart in age, and his mentality looked like a young man.

"I'm old!"

"Are you old? Who is old? We are all 18-year-old young people, so why are you old!"

Teacher Huang sighed with emotion, and Teacher He thought he was talking about himself, so he continued without looking back.

"Xiaoxuan, is my posture right?"

Ye Mingxuan's posture of chopping wood is to have his right leg and right hand in front, while Teacher He has his right leg and left hand in front, which looks a bit weird. Teacher He is not a left-handed, so he doesn't know how to make this posture.

"Teacher He doesn't care about the posture or not. How can he exert force? There are so many things to pay attention to when chopping firewood."

I also felt that it was not good. After changing my hands and feet at the same time, it still felt awkward, and my hands and feet on the same side felt something was wrong. In the end, the more I changed my posture, the more awkward it became.

Teacher He has always been a shortcoming in terms of exercise. It is not that he has insufficient strength to chop firewood, but that he cannot exert force. He always thinks that the axe is raised well, and only the gravity of the axe itself can be split. In fact, this kind of firewood that is thick with the arms of a child cannot be split.

If you try it a few times, it may be luck or other reasons. The rest are basically smashing firewood instead of chopping firewood.

"I won't play anymore, I won't give you any more face, I'll go around and play cards."

Teacher He pulled Xie Na and Ye Mingxuan, leaving Peng Peng Pichai to lose weight.

"I still want to play!"

"Dingling~"
Chapter completed!