Wang Qing and his friends transported the radish back to the mushroom house for a while, but Chen Qiaoen and others had not returned yet.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker, he whispered to He Jiong beside him: "Teacher He, don't they really plan to not come back if they can't catch the fish, right?"

"That's not the case. I just saw someone in the director team carrying a bucket out." He Jiong replied with a smirk.

"Carry a bucket?" Wu Yifang looked at He Jiong in confusion.

"The fish should be filled in the bucket. The program team should plan to put a few more to increase their success rate of catching fish." Wang Qing explained that in order to achieve the authenticity of the shooting effect, this is the only thing the program team can do.

"Smart." He Jiong nodded with a smile, "I really let them play there for an afternoon, and they can't help but take nothing back. There must be a fish to hand in the mission."

Speaking of this, he turned around and reminded Wu Yifang: "When they come back later, don't talk about this."

"We're back."

As a result, as soon as He Jiong finished speaking, a few voices with a small excitement came from outside the house.

While giving Wu Yifang a wink, He Jiong quickly followed Zhang Zifeng to greet them.

"It's quite fun to host the program like this, and it's fun for the guests." Wang Qing looked outside along the window and looked excited, with the guests full of achievements.

Huang Lei was sitting behind cooking on a small stove. When he heard him say this, he smiled and said, "If it's fun, just sign the contract for the next season."

Wang Qing was frightened by this question, thought about it for a while and replied, "Uh... look again."

Although it is indeed quite interesting, compared to recording a show, he feels more like he is on vacation, without any pressure, and it is difficult for him to be serious.

If he stayed in such a show for too long, he felt that the feeling of acting would disappear.

"Anyway, Zi Feng will definitely come by then. Whether you come or not, you have to see Zi Feng, right?" Huang Lei smiled and used chopsticks to fiddle with the dishes in the pot.

Without answering, Wang Qing heard him say this, his expression froze on his face and couldn't help but turn around and look at Huang Lei.

But just in time, his eyes met Huang Lei's smiling gaze.

"Sister... Sister, I, of course, have to follow me." Wang Qinghan explained with a smile, but his heart skipped a beat. He always felt something in Huang Lei's words.

Huang Lei looked at him for a while and smiled and lowered his head, "Yes, yes, yes, my sister is coming, your brother must follow you."

I saw it.

Looking back silently, Wang Qing didn't need to ask, and he knew from Huang Lei's expression that he should have seen his relationship with Zhang Zifeng from where he might have seen it. He Jiong, who was entertaining guests outside, might have even discovered it.

But the two of them had a tacit understanding and did not point out these things, and they secretly watched him and Zhang Zifeng pretend to keep a distance.

The kitchen suddenly became quiet, and Wang Qing's dumplings made unconsciously accelerated. He turned his back to Huang Lei, and always felt that the other party was laughing behind him now, so he wanted to finish the meal and escape from this awkward atmosphere.

On the other side, after a group of people in the yard were busy, they began to turn to the kitchen under the guidance of He Jiong. According to the old rules, they wanted to start watching Huang Lei cook around the kitchen.

But as soon as she walked into the house, Song Qianqian looked at Wang Qing, who was standing in the kitchen and rolling dumplings, "Wow, can Xiaoqing still cook?"

"That's right, you have a good taste today." Huang Lei sat next to the small stove and said with a smile, "He cooked much better than me, just because he was too lazy to do it. If I hadn't been injured in my hand today, you would probably not have this blessing."

"Really? Is Xiaoqing even better cooking than Teacher Huang?" The others were also a little surprised when they heard their conversation at the door, and went into the house one after another and walked towards the kitchen.

"Yes, he can be my master at his level." Huang Lei quipped.

"No, nothing, nothing." Wang Qing quickly replied modestly.

The group entered the room, and the deserted kitchen suddenly became lively, and he felt less embarrassed.

When she heard that Wang Qing was making dumplings, Song Qianqian came over to look curiously, "This move is very skillful, you really know how to cook."

She was a little surprised that there were some things in the circle that could be performed, especially in front of the camera.

But Wang Qing's action of making dumplings is not like being performed to establish a character, and he really knows how to cook.

Thinking of this, Song Qianqian carefully reviewed Wang Qing's performance. She was good at cooking, handsome, had a very good figure and a safe appearance. Moreover, a popular actor basically didn't lack money, so this was simply the best choice for her boyfriend.

"You can make dumplings?" Wang Qing turned his head and asked.

"Yes, my mother is very good at making dumplings. I have learned a few things from her." Song Qianqian washed her hands in the pool next to her, "Come on, I'll help make dumplings."

"That's quite strange." Wang Qing smiled and saw her doing the dough pinching, and knew that it was not just a casual talk.

"What's so strange about this?" Song Qianqian looked at Wang Likun who hadn't spoken beside her, "Sister Likun should be making dumplings too."

"It can be wrapped, but it's not familiar." Wang Likun nodded, washed his hands and came to help.

Chen Qiaoen and Rong Zuer, who were completely unfamiliar with this, followed Wu Yifang to play artificial intelligence in the living room, and they knew that they could only stand stupidly when they came over.

Others have the ability to help, but they don’t. They can only be compared more directly by the audience when they come to the kitchen.

After He Jiong introduced the artificial intelligence Xiaodu to play with them, he brought Zhang Zifeng to see if he had anything to help. As a result, he saw this warm scene in the kitchen and said unconsciously: "Oh, why does this make the New Year like this? The whole family is busy making dumplings together."

"I think this group of guests is OK. If I have time next season, I will definitely invite them to come again." Huang Lei said with a smile from behind, "This can work and help cook."

"It's great. I was thinking about what words to praise them just now, and then a word came out in my mind very consciously." Wang Qing smiled and brought the wrapped dumplings to Huang Lei for frying.

"Two words?" He Jiong asked curiously, "Vertual?"

"Four words, good wife and good mother." Wang Qing replied casually, looking at Song Qianqian and Wang Likun again, "Let's make some fresh fried food next, you should be able to do it, right? You can make dumplings, and fresh fried food should be fine."

"I'm not familiar with it." Wang Likun still said the same thing, but it should be fine looking at her appearance.

"I haven't made Shengjian before, please teach me." Song Qianqian looked at Wang Qing and said.

Zhang Zifeng, who was standing next to him, also hurried over, "I'll come too, I'll learn too."

"Oh, this sister also wants to learn to cook, so that she can be a good wife and mother in the future?" Huang Lei said teasingly from behind, but this was wrong in Wang Qing's ears now. She quickly wanted to signal Zhang Zifeng next to her with her eyes, but it was too late.

"Let's talk about it in the future, I'll learn it first." Zhang Zifeng replied casually, his eyes unconsciously looking at Song Qianqian and Wang Likun.
Chapter completed!