Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

On the way back to the mushroom house, Ye Chen was still thinking about the past.

Warm, soft arms, very comfortable, if only I could lie down all the time.

Ye Chen sneaked a glance at Zifeng's sister, and Ye Chen's face froze.

Sister Zifeng was stared at each other with scorching eyes, her face turned red in the next second, and she turned her head quickly.

"What are you doing?"

As Huang Lei was walking, he realized that there were two people missing by his side. He turned his head and saw that Ye Chen and Zhang Zifeng were left behind. Are they in a daze together?
Seeing his daughter blushing and not daring to look up, Huang Lei stared at Ye Chen suspiciously. From Ye Chen's eyes, he felt innocence and fearlessness.

Why is there such a gaze?
Huang Lei couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think too much, and urged: "Go faster, slowly, not as fast as an old man like me."

In the evening, the sky gradually dimmed, and the afterglow fell on the fertile land in Xishuangbanna. Farmers in twos and threes walked by the field, laughing and discussing today's harvest.

And in the courtyard of the mushroom house.

Ye Chen didn't even know how he came back, he still had a strange feeling until now.

It's similar to the kind where the hero and heroine in the school film and television drama in the previous life were caught by the other's parents on the spot when they first had a crush.

Although Ye Chen thinks that the friendship between him and his sister Zifeng is not even a little bit beyond the friendship between friends, at least not yet.

But... Huang Lei is still looking at him, not taking his eyes off.It is the gaze that examines and penetrates the body to the depths of the soul. There is no escape for everything, and Ye Chen is deeply plunged into self-doubt.

What should have happened, what should not have happened?
no?
nothing happened?

Ye Chen felt that if he continued to let black and white villains fight in his mind, he would go crazy. He shook his head, which was gradually becoming delirious, and forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Well, Uncle Lei, I'm chopping wood."

Uncle Ray?

Am I that old?

You used to call me Rego.

Huang Lei was puzzled, why this kid has been acting weird since he fell asleep.

Walking in a daze, facing his benevolent gaze, he acted terrified, and now he even changed his style of speaking.

"Okay, you chop firewood, pay attention to safety, Mr. He and I will go to clean the stove, clean the pot, my daughter will make another pot of hot tea, and cook porridge at night."

Huang Lei was still very worried about whether Ye Chen's current state was safe, so he walked into the house after giving some instructions.

The props group did not equip the Mushroom House with gas stoves, induction cookers and other daily appliances in every household in the city, so the resident guests had to chop firewood by hand, and use the only old-fashioned stove that could come in handy in the house to start a fire and cook.

To use a sentence from the program group to describe: close to reality.

Bullshit!

Ye Chen felt that the program group was just talking nonsense, they just wanted them to find something to do, so as to attract the audience's attention, obviously every household in his hometown had common electrical appliances.

At this time, Zifeng's younger sister walked up to him with an electric kettle, bent over to draw water by the well, and left him a back view.

For a moment, Ye Chen denied his previous thoughts.

The program team was good, and they left an electric kettle so that they don't have to light a fire to drink tea, and have to light a fire again if they want to drink hot tea when it's cold.

Looking up, the pink color on Zifeng's sister's earlobes has not faded, which is extremely eye-catching, and the fluff floating around her ears can be vaguely seen.

Wrong focus!
Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, and was just about to explain about the nap in the gazebo, when a gust of wind blew by, Zhang Zifeng hugged the kettle, and hurried back into the house, a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, and Ye Chen put on a smile.

In fact, there are some things, it's good not to say clearly...

Having figured it out, Ye Chen swung the ax as if he had endless energy, and each piece of wood was split in half under the cold light of the ax blade.

half an hour.

At the door of the house, Zhang Zifeng was sitting on the ponytail, with all kinds of cut fruits placed in front of him, watching Ye Chen chopping firewood while forking the fruit into his mouth.

"It's finally cleaned up."

Huang Lei stretched his waist and walked out of the mushroom house with Mr. He. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw Ye Chen smashing down the ax forcefully with a smile, and his body trembled suddenly.

?

Are you happy chopping wood?
"Have you finished cleaning?" Ye Chen put down the ax after chopping the last firewood, and greeted everyone with a smile.

Huang Lei walked up to Ye Chen without saying a word, touched Ye Chen's forehead, and then his own, "I don't have a fever."

How could there be such a weird smile without a fever?
Zhang Zifeng trotted over, held a fruit plate and said, "Brother Ye Chen has worked hard, let's eat some fruit."

But no, when everyone was cleaning the room, Ye Chen had already chopped a lot of firewood, so he didn't have to worry about not having enough firewood these days.

Facing the fruit, Ye Chen spread out his hands, pitch black.

Zhang Zifeng blinked, picked up a mango and put it in Ye Chen's mouth.

In a corner of the Mushroom House courtyard, Wang Zhengyu excitedly said to the post-production staff: "Did you see that, this shot needs to be cut out and zoomed in!"

It's as if you are being fed.

The staff in the later stage felt hehe, and said perfunctorily: "You are the boss, and everyone listens to you."

In the yard, Huang Lei looked at the enthusiastic Zhang Zifeng and then at the innocent Ye Chen, feeling sad from his heart.

"Hey, female college students are not allowed to stay."

With a sigh, Huang Lei picked up a few pieces of wood and walked into the house.

Zhang Zifeng blushed, and didn't know what to say, but fortunately, Teacher He made a rescue in time: "Sister Zifeng, I want to eat too."

As he wished, he ate a fruit fed by Zifeng's younger sister. Teacher He also turned around and entered the mushroom house, leaving only Ye Chen and Zhang Zifeng standing outside.

"Shall we go in and help?" Ye Chen suggested.

"okay."

……

The four sat around the table, looking at the soybeans and purple rice soaked in the two basins on the table, and fell into silence.

What to eat at night is a huge challenge for people who have difficulty choosing.

"Let's have some porridge, as there is a surplus of purple rice." Ye Chen offered to propose.

In fact, there are not only a lot of purple rice, but also a lot of soybeans. The director team did not deliberately make things difficult for them, so the ingredients for the first day were very well prepared.

But Huangdou...Ye Chen glanced at the stone mill outside the door, and chose to give up.

Grinding soymilk at night, isn't there nothing to do?

"Okay, let's make purple rice porridge. Let's eat it briefly and make it up when the guests come tomorrow."

Huang Lei made a decision to fish out some of the purple rice and prepare porridge.

From noon to now, the purple rice has not been fully soaked, but the porridge is not as elaborate as the purple rice and pineapple rice, just boil it a little longer.

Everyone performed their duties, Ye Chen washed his hands and prepared to fight Huang Lei.

At this moment, a crisp voice rang in his ears: "Brother Ye Chen, you still have ashes on your face, I mixed a basin of warm water and washed your face."

Huang Lei, who was stuffing wood into the stove, felt a "thump" in his heart, stopped his movements, and looked around as if nothing had happened.

There, the former "Good Daughter" Zhang Zifeng was standing prettyly beside Ye Chen holding a water basin.

I was shouting in my heart: black heart cotton, didn't you see that your father was blackened by the stove?