Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

In the blink of an eye.

Two days passed quietly.

In the past two days, the Mushroom House has returned to its long-lost peace.

Li Mo'an spent most of her time sitting in a rattan chair under the eaves, calmly flipping through the bound script in her hand, preparing for the upcoming filming.

Guest star Dilraba quickly adapted to the local rhythm, joining in on simple farm work.

The leisurely and tranquil atmosphere of rural life has once again descended upon this small courtyard.

It was around noon that day.

The sunlight appeared exceptionally bright.

Golden rays of light pierced through the lush green grapevines in the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

The dappled sunlight and shadows fell softly on the bluestone slabs in the center of the courtyard, and also on the large solid wood dining table.

A gentle breeze blows, the vines sway softly, and the light and shadow change accordingly.

The group from the Mushroom House, along with guest star Dilraba, are gathered here eating and chatting.

On the dining table were several plates of freshly cooked stir-fried dishes, steaming hot and fragrant.

Everyone held their rice bowls, enjoying the delicious food while chatting casually about everyday life.

The atmosphere was harmonious and warm.

Everyone is fully enjoying the leisurely feeling brought by this slow-paced variety show.

And at the edge of the dining table.

Police officer Lao Zhang is here too.

He was sitting upright in that old wooden chair, holding a porcelain bowl full of rice in his hand.

in fact.

Old Zhang came to Mushroom Village today simply to observe the routine street patrol by the police officers from the local police station.

In the morning, he walked around the village paths, checking the safety of each household and resolving a few minor disputes between neighbors.

At noon, the patrol route happened to pass by the outside of the Mushroom House's courtyard wall.

He originally only planned to take a quick look around before heading back to town.

result.

It just so happened that Teacher Huang, who was carrying a vegetable basin in the yard, saw it.

Since the last time I was taken to the police station as a key member of a gambling group for discussing gambling techniques with an old man at the village entrance.

Teacher Huang felt extremely aggrieved, always feeling that her illustrious image had been damaged in front of the camera.

and so.

I saw Lao Zhang pass by today.

In order to present a positive image to tens of thousands of online viewers, showing that he had a good relationship with the police and was by no means a dangerous person.

Teacher Huang immediately put down the bowl of vegetables in her hand and went out to greet them with great enthusiasm.

They pulled and dragged Old Zhang, who was patrolling the street, into the courtyard.

Faced with such an overwhelming invitation, it was difficult to refuse.

Old Zhang couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to sit down and eat lunch with everyone.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was originally very harmonious.

Dilraba smiled and praised the taste of a certain dish.

Teacher He then casually brought up a few lighthearted topics, eliciting a burst of laughter from everyone.

Li Mo'an sat to the side, calmly eating the rice in his bowl, maintaining his honest and taciturn demeanor.

however.

As lunch progressed.

Teacher Huang picked up the large tea mug beside him and drank several cups of warm tea in succession.

The warm tea seemed to soothe his heart, which longed to express itself.

Teacher Huang couldn't help but fall into that familiar trap again.

As a senior figure with extensive experience in the entertainment industry.

His greatest pleasure is to showcase his extensive knowledge and profound insights into life to others in various settings.

This desire to share amplifies, especially when younger people or laypeople are present.

After two days of silence.

Teacher Huang is acting like a know-it-all again.

As they chatted, he suddenly started talking about how to be a police officer.

Then, Teacher Huang picked up a chopstick again.

He used one end of his chopsticks to gently tap the air in mid-air, and, in a dramatic, rhythmic tone, he solemnly declared:

"As for being a police officer, I'm just saying, Lao Zhang, but I think you should pay attention to the following principles: First, you have to integrate with the people. For example, Lao Zhang, you've done a pretty good job..."

Upon hearing this opening statement...

Li Mo'an, who was sitting opposite him, put down the soup spoon in his hand.

His handsome face maintained an absolutely calm expression.

But looking at Teacher Huang's actions, he felt somewhat speechless.

"Teacher Huang's addiction is quite something."

Such a thought came to his mind.

"An actor was giving a lecture on professional ethics to a real police officer who had spent most of his life working at the grassroots level."

And on the side.

Dilraba is holding a rice bowl in her hand.

Those bright, large eyes blinked and stared intently at Teacher Huang, who was engaged in a lengthy discussion.

She pursed her lips, unsure how to react.

He could only lower his head and continue shoveling rice into his bowl.

Mr. Zhang, the person involved.

Hearing Teacher Huang's condescending guidance...

His hand, holding the rice bowl, paused for a moment in mid-air.

Old Zhang looked up at the big star across from him, who was pointing at the world with chopsticks.

This veteran police officer has worked at a local police station for over 30 years, braving wind and rain every day, and has handled countless real cases.

At that moment, I felt a sense of absurdity.

Having been a policeman for so many years, he's seen all sorts of people, from the streets to the alleys.

Today, I was actually taught in person how to connect with the masses by a celebrity who has only played a policeman a few times on TV.

Old Zhang's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the food in his mouth.

He was speechless.

However, he hesitated because he was in front of the camera, and the other party was the host who had warmly welcomed him to dinner.

He could only remain politely silent and did not utter a word in rebuttal.

Teacher Huang was completely unaware of the subtle changes in the psychology of everyone at the dinner table.

Seeing that Lao Zhang remained silent, he assumed that the other man was impressed by his profound insights and was humbly learning from him.

This silent acceptance of being "taught" greatly satisfied his vanity.

Teacher Huang spoke fluently and at length.

He then extended his second finger, waved it in mid-air, and continued speaking earnestly:

"Another thing is to be able to endure loneliness, since grassroots police officers deal with pretty much the same things every day. And thirdly, you need to have a compassionate heart..."

Teacher Huang spoke with great clarity and sound logic.

That calm and collected, insightful demeanor.

It was as if he wasn't an actor who performed under the spotlight at all.

Instead, it was a veteran police chief who had worked diligently in the police system for thirty years and had made outstanding contributions, who was imparting valuable life experience to newly recruited police officers.

As this lengthy discourse unfolded...

The atmosphere at the dinner table became quite subtle at that moment.

The relaxed and comfortable atmosphere of the chat was completely destroyed.

Only Teacher Huang's confident voice echoed under the pavilion.

Teacher He sat to the side, holding chopsticks in his hand.

The smile on his face became somewhat stiff.

I tried to change the subject, but found that Teacher Huang was so engrossed in his talk that I couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Peng Peng sat on the long bench.

Listening to my master's profound but unfounded ramblings.

He almost covered his face.

Peng Peng lowered his head, wishing he could bury his face in his rice bowl, feeling intensely embarrassed for his master.

"Master, you've really learned your lesson!"

Peng Peng was internally ranting and raving.

He looked at the old fox across from him, who was spitting as he spoke.

He was truly convinced.

Master, have you forgotten that you were taken to the police station and detained overnight by this policeman, Old Zhang, because of your careless talk and tendency to act like a know-it-all?

We've only had two days of peace and quiet!

He actually went and tried to show off his limited knowledge in front of the person in charge, and even went so far as to instruct the police on how to handle cases.

Peng Peng looked at Lao Zhang's face, which was gradually losing its expression.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

He was really afraid that as his master was talking, Officer Zhang would pull out a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his waist, handcuff his master on the spot, and take him away.