The Entertainment King of Longing for Life

What the hell!

Is this how things are now?

They didn't even need to communicate with me before making the decision?

That's going too far!

"Ah Hao!" The director jogged over and found the only person in charge who was free. "Ah Hao, you can't just leave them piled up in the yard. You need to tidy them up a bit..."

....... .. .......

"I won't listen, I won't listen, you're just spouting nonsense."

"..."

“Dahua! I think…” The director went to Dahua, who was the most easy to talk to.

then……

"Don't come any closer! I'm having trouble controlling my axe. I'm even scared of myself when I'm chopping wood!" Liu Xianhua shouted immediately.

The director stopped in his tracks, looking constipated.

Look at the kitchen knife in Huang Lei's hand...

Look at the iron pot that He Jiong just picked up...

Okay!

I'm afraid I'm afraid!

Don't touch anything, we'll handle it ourselves!

then……

A group of staff members were conscripted!

With resentful expressions, the group began to find a shady spot and start stacking corn.

"Hurry up, everyone! Add a chicken leg to everyone's dinner!" the director shouted with a pained expression.

The staff instantly felt a surge of energy.

They're all about yelling and shouting – just get to work!

"Their lives are so hard?" Deng Chao felt a pang of heartache.

Have you heard of Wuji Baifeng Wan (乌鸡白凤丸)?

"Black chicken leg?"

"Ah."

"Director, I want to do it too! Remember to give me a chicken leg too!" Deng Chao rushed over instantly.

"Me too!"

Count me in!

"I love doing chores the most!"

Chapter 342: Filming of "Nirvana in Fire" is complete!

Watching the group rush out, He Hao felt genuine contempt.

Isn't it just a chicken leg from a free-range black-boned chicken raised on the mountain?

Is it worth pushing yourself this hard?!

then……

"Ah Hao, sitting here all alone must be so lonely. Why don't we go get some corn together?" The director walked over with a smile.

"Dream on. Unless you promise me a chicken leg with every meal from now on, or give me 66 chicken legs directly, I won't do it!" He Hao said righteously.

"Two fingers or not?" The director looked at He Hao, who had a righteous expression, and tentatively extended his left hand, holding up two fingers, and asked.

"Dry!"

He Hao gripped the director's hand tightly, then leaped from his chair like the wind and ran to join everyone in stacking corn.

Director: →_→

Did I offer too high a price?

If you offered 0.13 yuan per stick, I guess I could do it too, right?

Forget it.

As a big director like myself, I can just give him one more cigarette, it's only a little over sixty yuan... Speaking of this price, it still makes my chest hurt a bit...

The director, clutching his heart with his right hand and looking distressed, walked back to his small stool and sat down.

Everyone was doing their job.

soon.

It was dark, but the lights were still on.

The corn is almost ready.

Inside the house, the aroma of food filled the air.

Everyone's enthusiasm has increased even more!

“We’re very motivated, which is understandable, since we’re about to eat,” He Hao said slowly to the staff around him. “But what’s with all this enthusiasm? Your food is going to take an hour!”

Staff: "???"

What the hell!

What you said makes a damn good point!

Why are we so motivated?!

Anyway, the food hasn't arrived yet!

So, everyone visibly slowed down, continuing to chat as they stacked...

After another hour of effort.

at last……

Let's all eat together.

He Hao was gnawing on a black-boned chicken leg, feeling exceptionally happy.

Because... while others have one, he has two.

People who are extremely hungry often have many illusions, such as "I can still eat a bowl of rice," "I can finish this dish," or "He Hao's rice is almost the same as what He Hao makes."

The Last Supper ended as they wolfed it down.

Everyone hurried back inside, exchanged a few words, and then yawned as they went back to their rooms to sleep.

That night.

Everyone slept soundly.

The next day.

dawn.

Wang Zulan happily told everyone he met, "No wonder this is the life I long for. Such a beautiful environment has even cured my years of insomnia."

Everyone: →_→

I really couldn't bear to discourage him!

If you could do this much work at home, you'd definitely sleep soundly too!

As is customary in the morning, each person receives a cup of rice porridge.

After drinking it.

This is what it means to enthusiastically boast and brag.

Everyone should have left this morning.

It might be because there wasn't enough time.

They practically dragged everyone to the field and gave the shepherd's purse another quick and easy harvest...

"Brother Hao, I feel like inviting us here is just to make us do all the hard labor?" Lu Han said, confused.

“You’re absolutely right,” He Hao said, patting Lu Han on the shoulder.

Lu Han: "..."

Don't use your hands!

In front of the audience, he has always been a handsome and aloof man!

I absolutely, absolutely... I can't hold back anymore...

A group of people in the field almost pinned He Hao to the ground and beat him to death, leaving him instantly filthy and covered in dust.

After tending to the shepherd's purse for a while, everyone carried their baskets and went back inside.

He Hao secretly took a shower...

noon.

After Huang Lei continued cooking, everyone realized that everything from last night was actually an illusion.

Huang Lei's cooking skills were ultimately lacking.

Finally, wash the plates.

at last……

Everyone packed their things and left.

The once bustling Mushroom House was now empty except for the last few staff members and Little H.

Everyone got into the car and left together.