Ye Mingxuan had reason to suspect that Teacher Huang just didn't want to cook. He just finished cooking and the noodles mixed with scallion oil were ready, and Teacher Huang and He came back. He was not polite when he came back. Each served a large bowl of noodles. Five people sat in the pavilion and started to slut.

While eating noodles, chatting with kimchi. Teacher Huang didn't look like a person who wanted to fast. He ate more delicious than anyone else. Ye Mingxuan drank a small bowl of scallion noodles, put down the bowls and chopsticks and soaked a pot of tea and leaned on the chair and drank happily.

"Well, it's not bad, Xiaoxuan, every time I eat your scallion noodles, I'm curious. Why is the taste of your fried scallion slices and my fried scallion slices a little different?"

Teacher Huang thought that the noodles with scallion oil were made well, but compared with those made by Ye Mingxuan, the taste was slightly different. Peng Peng would definitely not be able to eat it, but Teacher Huang noticed something abnormal as soon as he tasted it himself.

"The heat problem, Lao Huang, you must be better at controlling the heat than Peng Peng. Another thing I added spices when frying the onion slices. Also, the onions prepared by Teacher He are all old onions. They are spicy and not as fresh as they are. They are better with a finer taste. You will definitely not taste them alone, and it will be a little different when added together."

Ye Mingxuan put down the water cup, thought for a while and said.

"That's it, just say, why is the taste so different?"

"Baolu~ Yes~ I feel the same? No difference, isn't it? Teacher Huang's cooking is also delicious!"

Teacher He swallowed the noodles, comforting and sincerely saying to Teacher Huang: "It's all the same. I've been eating your meal for more than ten years, and I think you've made better than Xiaoxuan!"

"Teacher He... do you mean I don't make delicious?"

Ye Mingxuan lay down again and shook with the palm-leaf fan that Teacher Huang often used.

"Does it count as destroying the bridge across the river?"

"Everything is delicious, Dad Huang and my brother are delicious in cooking!"

Although Zhang Zifeng was hungry, she had a small appetite. She could not eat a second bowl of noodles with the previous biscuits and milk. She picked up Ye Mingxuan and her own bowls and chopsticks and went to clean up.

"Well~ Yes~ Sister, let it go, I'll clean it up!"

Teacher He quickly finished picking the noodles, and washed them with pots and tableware.

"Didn't you hear us talking in the pavilion when you come back?"

"I fell asleep and couldn't hear anything!"

"Brother, when did you finish recording the show?"

Zhang Zifeng held his chin and blinked his big eyes and stared at Ye Mingxuan.

"Around four o'clock in the morning, I rushed over after recording. I am also part of our mushroom house. Can I say goodbye in the final farewell without me?"

"How is it? Can you hold on? If not, record it at night, and you will go back to sleep for a while?"

Teacher Huang frowned, but there was no good idea. The artists' working hours and rest are not the final decisions of rest. Everything is subject to the program. Of course, those young and handsome guys with big scores are different.

"It's okay, it's okay to have a sleep in the morning. When I was in Hainan, Brother Jing and I didn't have a sleep for at most three days, so we learned the skills of survival in the wild."

"Bang~"

The sound of the plate breaking attracted everyone's attention. It turned out that Teacher He accidentally dropped the plate on the ground while washing dishes, and it was broken.

"Be careful, don't hurt yourself!"

Teacher Huang did not pay much attention to a very small matter and reminded him that just as he was about to say something to Ye Mingxuan, another plate broke.

"This is the rhythm of recording the last episode. I don't want any belongings anymore!"

"Hey~ It's true, it's the last issue, I can't even wash the bowl."

Zhang Zifeng walked over to help, but was rejected by Teacher He.

"Don't move, I've worn gloves and don't hurt my hands. Today, I'm just squatting with these pots and pans. I don't believe it, I can't understand!"

Teacher He was ruthless and said that he only had this little work in the mushroom house. If he couldn't do it well, it would be too embarrassing.

"Be careful, it's the last issue, how profitable is it to hurt yourself?"

"Bang~bang~bang~"

"Hahaha~ I can't do it anymore. I'm useless when I'm old and can't even wash the dishes."

I don’t know what happened. I wore a glove and dipped some dish so smooth that I broke three dishes in a row. Teacher He stopped insisting and asked Zhang Zifeng to wash the dishes and clean up the fragments by himself.

"Hiss~"

"Wow~ Teacher He, you should rest!"

Ye Mingxuan couldn't stand it anymore. It was nothing to break the dishes and hurt his hand. This was really... so embarrassing!

"How is it? Is it okay?"

Teacher Huang turned his head and saw that his gloves were cut and bleeding.

Peng Peng ran back to the house to get the medical box. Ye Mingxuan carefully cleaned out the debris from the wound with disinfected medical forceps. After disinfecting the wound, he put a band sticker on it.

After the busy schedule, five people sat in the pavilion. Everyone knew that it was about to end and no one was willing to say it.

Ye Mingxuan couldn't help but speak first, but he was not saying goodbye.

"If everyone can have a superpower, what superpowers do they hope to have? Peng Peng said first?"

Peng Peng thought for a while and said, "Let me say it first? I hope I can fly so that I can go wherever I want!"

"Whe, Lao, what about you?"

"It would be great if there was a superpower that could treat all diseases. Being a doctor would be great!"

Teacher He’s personality is like this, like water, benefiting all things without competing, and is very tolerant, and often cares about others and considers others.

Teacher Huang nodded in agreement: "A great idea, Teacher He, you have been helping others all your life. Many young people have been to the base camp once, so Teacher He remembers it and helps them find notices to arrange the program. He has no purpose, and he is like this in nature."

"What about you, sister? Haven't you always believed that there are superpowers in this world? Now there is another opportunity to give you superpowers. What do you hope?"

Peng Peng and Zhang Zifeng have known each other for a long time and know her quite well. Zhang Zifeng has said more than once that he believes in the existence of superpowers, but he has never seen it before.

"I hope I can grow up soon!"

"What kind of superpower is this? My sister's idea is really different from ours. We all hope to be young forever, and my sister hopes to grow up."

Teacher Huang smiled and looked at Zhang Zifeng with loving eyes.

"Actually nothing. Didn't we have the same idea when we were young? We always hope that time will pass faster and faster. We can become adults when we wake up every day. We don't have homework and don't have to go to school, and do whatever we want!"

"In fact, it's the opposite. Hahaha~ I've grown up, but I'm not free. Working, families, elderly and children remind you to work hard all the time."

Teacher Huang sighed. When he was a child, he always wanted to grow up. When he reached his age, he hoped to go back to his childhood, be carefree, go to school to do homework and watch cartoons, without having to consider work or anything else.

"Where is Xiaoxuan?"

"I hope my family will be healthy and happy, grow up happily, Zifeng will have both academic and career gains, and the master's wife will become more and more beautiful as she lives."

Ye Mingxuan took a sip of water after saying that.

Teacher Huang stared at Ye Mingxuan with hope. After a long time, he couldn't wait for Ye Mingxuan to continue talking, and asked disappointedly: "Where is me? Are you not me?"

"Yes, aren't there me and Teacher Huang?"

"What's wrong with you and Lao Huang? Why are you so big? Why are you getting sand in your eyes?"

Ye Mingxuan approached Teacher He and said with concern: "I'll give you a blow!"

"Go away, naughty kid."

"I hope Teacher He and Huang will always be eighteen years old!"

"This is almost the same!"

Finally hearing Ye Mingxuan’s blessing, Teacher He shook his hair proudly. Everyone said that Teacher Huang was left. Teacher He asked curiously: "Where are you?"

“I hope I can control the time back to my back and get my parents back to my youth!”

Everyone was sighing at the touch of Teacher Huang's super powers, but only Ye Mingxuan's words destroyed the original atmosphere completely.

"Lao Huang, do you want the old man to live a hard life? Or do you think it is necessary to be a naughty child?"

"I think you are just a naughty child, your skin is itchy, right? I'll give you a slack?"

Teacher Huang was angry. This child was so angry that the good atmosphere was ruined by him.

"Okay, okay, read the letter."

Teacher He took the letters brought by the staff, and they were all screened. There were about a hundred letters. There was no need to read them all. I just read them out if you think they were interesting.

"So many letters?"

"This is just a part of it. Audience friends, our program time is limited, so I won't go to read it one by one. I'm sorry!"

The five people began to open the envelopes and read them attentively. Most of the readers' letters were praise and blessings, and some suggestions were also given.

"This is quite interesting, I'll read it to everyone!"

Teacher Huang was holding a pink letter, and it was obvious that it was written by a girl. The content of the envelope made Teacher Huang laugh a little and wanted to share it with everyone.

"Watching the show, Teacher Huang doesn't seem to like to clean himself up. Every day when he wakes up, he always holds a chicken coop. Haha~ a chicken coop!"

"Hahaha, no, Teacher Huang has to get up early to cook, so~"

“Cooking is not a reason not to comb your hair!”

Teacher He was about to defend Teacher Huang, but before he finished speaking, he was ruthlessly interrupted by Ye Mingxuan. On the road to cheating parents, Ye Mingxuan was getting further and further.

"Is it all a letter, so why don't I send anything affordable?"

"What, do you want the audience to send you a bunch of garlic?"
To be continued...