From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 122 Fried Tea
In the courtyard, Teacher He sat leisurely in the gazebo and watched the two groups of people busy.

Reba and the two girls have finished sorting the tea leaves and are ready to light a fire to stir-fry the tea. The fire is lit on Peng Peng's side, but the tea leaves have not been sorted yet.

No matter how hard the three girls struggled, they couldn't make a fire. Reba almost lay on the ground, blowing air into the small stove, but the fire didn't ignite, but thick smoke rose up, and the three of them burst into tears.

"Cough~Brother Peng Peng, help us cough~light the fire." Zhang Zifeng wiped away tears, fanned the thick smoke with his hands and asked Peng Peng for help.

Seeing the distressed appearance of the three girls, instead of helping, Peng Peng laughed and said, "Sister, you look so funny now."

Because she was impatient and kept lighting the fire, Reba's face was covered with ashes with sweat, and she looked like a child who had been playing all day.

Zhang Zifeng and Zhao Jinmai were not much better either, with sweat mixed with tears, their hair sticking to their faces, standing in the smog with tears streaming down their faces, and they didn't know how to hide beside them.

Reba didn't give up yet, she still lay down on the ground and insisted on starting a fire by herself: "Cough ~ Zifeng Maimai, we don't need to ask others, believe in ourselves cough cough ~ I can definitely start a fire."

Teacher He couldn't stand it anymore, and Peng Peng didn't come forward to help these beautiful girls in such a mess: "I'll do it."

Rolling up his sleeves, Mr. He seemed to be confident and loudly gave himself momentum, but in fact he was guilty, and Mr. He himself had never been angry.

Teacher He, who was not sure what to do, secretly gave Peng Peng a look, but Peng Peng didn't understand at all, thinking that Teacher Why was smoked.

"Peng Peng, I don't have any vision at all. See how tired Sister Reba is, why don't you help?" Wei Daxun looked straight and reminded Peng Peng.

Seeing that Peng Peng still wanted to refuse, he was pushed by Wei Daxun, so he reluctantly walked towards the girl, Teacher He took the initiative to let go.

"Reba, let Pengpeng come. Sister, Mai, you two go help Daxun sort out the tea." After making arrangements, Teacher He returned to his seat to relax.

"Mr. He, is the tea ready?" Mr. Huang shouted to Mr. He from the kitchen window.

Teacher He looked at the poor progress of the two teams and said, "It's still early! I just started the fire."

After listening to Mr. Huang, he covered the raw noodles on the chopping board, and came out wearing an apron.

"Xiao Di, Zifeng, what's the matter with you? Why are you in such a mess?" Seeing the three discouraged girls squatting aside, Teacher Huang asked with distress.

"Papa Huang~"

"%#$, that Mr. Huang, my younger sister can't make a fire, she was smoked." Zhang Zifeng was about to answer, when Peng Peng talked nonsense, disturbing Zhang Zifeng's words, he admitted that he had to admit that, otherwise his sister said he wouldn't help. Isn't it looking for draws!
Zhao Jinmai snorted arrogantly, and dragged Zhang Zifeng to wash up. It was still uncomfortable for her hair to stick to her face.

Teacher Huang stared at Peng Peng with deep meaning, and nodded expressionlessly.

While lighting the fire, Peng Peng quietly raised his head and glanced at Teacher Huang's face. He felt that he was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.Put the small iron pot on the small stove and was about to pour tea into it.

"Don't pour the tea leaves first, heat the pot first, then pour the tea leaves, and don't let your sisters do it, you go and wash your hands, and then fry the tea."

Teacher Huang sat down next to Teacher He with her hands behind her back: "This child is really worrying. He is so old that he doesn't know how to be a little girl."

"Where is Xiaoxuan?" Teacher He smiled and didn't care. He didn't see Ye Mingxuan coming out, so Teacher He was a little curious. If Teacher Huang came out, what else could Ye Mingxuan do inside?

"He's boiling water in the kitchen." Mr. Huang shook the two kettles on the table, knowing it clearly.

"I'm just about to ask Peng Peng to boil some water on this stove after dinner." Teacher He pointed to the stove that was just set up in the corner of the gazebo and said to Teacher Huang.

"Originally, the boiled water is for the noodles." After Mr. Huang explained, he pointed at Wei Daxun with a cattail fan and said, "Daxun, Daxun, turn down the heat, and be careful not to burn your hands. Have you washed your hands?"

Wei Daxun touched the bottom of the small iron pot, and said with a smile: "It's okay, Mr. Huang, it's not hot. Hiss~ha~"

As soon as the words fell, he jumped up shaking his arms, only his feet hurt.

"Daxun, are you okay? How's it going? Let me see." Teacher He quickly stood up, walked to Wei Daxun and asked with concern.

Wei Daxun endured the pain and showed Mr. He that his two fingers were so hot that they were blistered.

"Ms. Huang, Daxun has blisters on his fingers, how to deal with them?" This kind of minor injury must not bother the program crew, and he can deal with it by himself as much as possible.

"Tell you to be careful, but if you don't listen, rinse it with cold water first, and go to the kitchen to pour some vinegar and soak for a while." Teacher Huang said with both blame and concern.

"Mr. He, leave him alone, let him handle it by himself, improve his memory, can you touch the pot on the fire?" Teacher Huang said amusedly, looking at Wei Daxun who was hissing in pain and dancing in the yard .

"Daxun, can you do it yourself?" Teacher He looked worried.

"Mr. He, I'm fine, I'm fine." Wei Daxun said with his hands folded.

"It's really worrying!" Teacher Huang shook his head, sat in Wei Daxun's position just now, and started to fry tea.

Seeing the consequences of Wei Daxun, Peng Peng became more cautious, and tried to pour the tea leaves with his palms still some distance from the bottom of the pot. He felt that the pot was hot.

"Peng Peng, don't pinch the tea indiscriminately, you've crushed the tea leaves, watch my movements." Teacher Huang used both hands as shovels, and kept turning up the tea leaves from the bottom.

"Oh~ okay." Peng Peng watched Teacher Huang's movements and imitated them, learning in a good way.

The water in the kitchen was already boiling, and just as he was about to go out to get the kettle, Wei Daxun came in with his arms folded.

"What's the matter, Brother Daxun?"

"I touched the iron pan just now and it was scalding. Where is the vinegar?" After Wei Daxun explained, he was looking for the vinegar bottle on the chopping board.

Ye Mingxuan walked over with a smile, poured out half a bowl of mature vinegar, and put it on the chopping board.

Wei Daxun put his scalded finger into the bowl, and immediately felt much better. His finger didn't feel so obvious pain anymore, it was cool.

"This method is quite effective." Wei Daxun said happily.

"If it's useful, just soak for a while."

After speaking, he walked out, took the kettle in the gazebo, and was about to go back to the kitchen to fill it.

"Xiaoxuan, is Daxun okay?" Teacher He was still a little worried, so he stopped Ye Mingxuan and asked about Daxun Wei's situation.

"Teacher He, it's just a scald! How big can it be? Put your heart in your stomach, it's fine." Ye Mingxuan explained helplessly. It's just a common scald with a small area. What's the point of just two blisters? worried.

He returned to the kitchen with two kettles in hand.

At this moment Wei Daxun already feels much better, but he doesn't know if the vinegar soaked in his fingers can still be used: "Xiaoxuan, can these vinegar still be eaten?"

"Pour it out, do you want to eat it?"

Ye Mingxuan filled the kettle with water and said without raising his head.

(End of this chapter)