The Entertainment King of Longing for Life

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Looking towards the stove, Chen He noticed something was amiss!

"Teacher Huang, the ingredients you prepared don't look like Buddha Jumps Over the Wall!" Chen He asked impatiently as he ran to Huang Lei's side.

"Let's have a farm-style lunch and then Buddha Jumps Over the Wall for dinner," Huang Lei said helplessly as he picked vegetables.

"They should have them at noon and in the evening!" Chen He muttered.

"Don't jump around at noon. Let's eat some farm-style food. Too much oily food is bad for your health," Huang Lei replied.

"A little jump at noon, a big jump at night." Chen He's eyes were full of anticipation.

Everyone: "..."

“Hehe, if you eat like this, you’ll definitely get high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar when you get older,” Huang Lei earnestly advised.

"Teacher Huang, let's eat. Don't be too rational. You need to be more emotional. Eating should be an emotional experience." Chen He excitedly gestured with his hands and feet.

Huang Lei: "..."

He has such a great repertoire of clever words!

I can't argue with that, can I?!

Since they've brought it up, we have no choice but to comply.

Huang Lei ran to the director and asked, "Abalone, Sichuan peppercorns, beef tendon, ham, pig's trotters, shiitake mushrooms, stir-fried pork slices, bamboo shoots, how much does all this cost in total?"

The director pulled out his computer and started typing away furiously.

"A total of 9827 ears of corn!"

He Jiong and Liu Xianhua felt their livers tremble as they listened.

They quickly gathered around!

"How many?"

"9827 ears of corn!" the director said with a smile.

"Do we have 10,000 corn kernels in our field?" He Jiong asked leisurely.

"Yes!" the director answered confidently.

Finally, Huang Lei had a flash of inspiration and said, "How about we replace the ingredients?"

After thinking for a long time.

Huang Lei gave his final answer: "Sichuan peppercorns, pork skin, shrimp, quail eggs, wood ear mushrooms, dried scallops, spare ribs, and half a chicken! We'll go pick some mushrooms on the mountain later, perfect!"

"3245!" the director clicked his tongue.

Everyone looked pained!

More than three thousand!

When will we ever be able to pay off such a heavy debt?!

However, this is already the simplest version of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and there is no way to further reduce or replace the ingredients.

Seeing that everyone was about to agree, He Hao hurriedly came over.

If he really has to shoulder such a heavy debt, how can he possibly remain unscathed while harvesting corn?

"Wait!" He Hao shouted.

The director's hand holding the computer trembled slightly.

Is this kid up to something again?!

He Hao paused for two seconds, then recited a poem—

"There is true love in the world, and the director is very handsome!"

"No matter how far apart we are, we're always connected. Could you give me a discount?"

Everyone: "???"

What the hell!

So wet!

So wet!

That's a really good photo of a horse!

The director felt completely satisfied and said happily, "Okay, then..."

However, before he could speak, He Hao interrupted him—

"Why bother with formalities when we meet? Just give me a discount of thirty!"

The director was about to nod.

He Hao's mouth didn't stop.

"If the spring breeze doesn't reach Yumen Pass, why not reduce it by another three hundred and thirty?"

The director's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

You fucking bastard!

You have a red mouth and white teeth, and every time you open and close your mouth, you're going to lose 330?

Does being educated mean you can do whatever you want?!

He Hao continued, "Two orioles sing in the green willows, how about we reduce it by another nine hundred and ninety?"

The director was completely dumbfounded!

"If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old; how about a thousand ears of corn?"

"Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away, but a thousand ears of corn is still too expensive!"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" the director shouted urgently.

He was afraid that if He Hao continued talking, he would not only settle the score but also make the production team owe them money.

He had no doubt about He Hao's abilities.

"Director, I'm suddenly inspired to write poetry, don't stop me!" He Hao said, displeased. Then, he prepared to recite a poem again.

The director almost cried.

Boss, stop using your supernatural powers!

I'm scared!

I'm fucking scared!

Will it work?

"One thousand! Only one thousand!" the director said firmly. "However, the corn must be harvested before sunset today!"

He Hao clicked his tongue, having no choice but to give up.

He Hao, He Jiong, Huang Lei, and Liu Xianhua exchanged glances; clearly, they were thinking the same thing.

Chen He felt the four men looking him up and down. He immediately took a few steps back, clutching his waistband, and stammered in panic, "I...I don't need to change my pants!"

Everyone: "..."

How much psychological trauma did Liu Xianhua cause you?

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Huang Lei waved his hand, revealing a sly smile, "Hehe, don't be so nervous."

He Jiong walked over and said with a smile, "Hehe, you ordered this 'Buddha Jumps Over the Wall' dish, right?"

“Yes!” Chen He nodded, not understanding.

“So, it’s up to you to pick a thousand ears of corn!” Dahua said first.

Chen He: "???"

A thousand?

Harvesting corn?

Me?!

and many more!

My head hurts!

"What did you say? I can't hear you, I'm old and hard of hearing!" Chen He put on a great performance, pretending to be dead as he ran to the mat.

"Hehe, how about we go with you?" He Jiong added.

Chen He didn't make a sound at all.

Everyone looked helpless.

How to do?

This thing doesn't look like a laborer at all.

Huang Lei handed over the task of persuading Chen He to pick corn to He Jiong, while he himself took the ingredients and prepared to cook a good meal, striving to make this Buddha Jumps Over the Wall dish perfect.

Originally, he intended for He Hao to do it.

He Hao refused righteously and firmly!

Cook?

I'll never cook in my life!

Yesterday I was just messing around, and it would be such a waste if such precious materials were accidentally ruined. I wouldn't even be able to eat lunch then.

Although Huang Lei didn't believe He Hao's nonsense, he had no choice. He couldn't very well force He Hao to do it with a knife, so he had to do it himself.

Cooling mat.

He Jiong and Liu Xianhua are trying their best to comfort Chen He.