Longing for Life: The Strongest Fresh Meat

“When you don’t eat, that’s when I really start to fulfill my vow.”

Peng Peng said while serving the meal.

“What vow?”

Xiao Yang asked.

The remaining few people also looked puzzled.

“This morning, he said that from today onwards, he will only eat one bowl of rice at every meal.”

Teacher He explained, taking out Xiaodu while speaking.

“Peng Peng only eats a bowl of rice today.”

The voice of Xiaodu machinery sounded.

“I’ll do the math for you.”

Teacher Huang also followed suit.

“From the beginning, when the egg fried rice was not yet served, Peng Peng took the ingredients on the spot and had already eaten two bowls of white rice, plus this large bowl of egg fried rice, it was already the third bowl, and it was not yet a dish.”

“Huh? Have it? No, right? ”

Peng Peng looked aggrieved.

At this time, the film crew quickly played back the picture, and every time they stayed, it was Peng Peng’s action of serving a meal.

In the live broadcast room, everyone was already laughing crazy.

“Hahaha, poor Peng Peng, you can’t eat well!”

“So aggrieved, hahahaha.”

“To be honest, eating three bowls is not too much~”

“The problem is that Peng Peng just set up a flag, so he hit himself in the face, hahaha.”

“I seem to have seen two capital ’embarrassments’ on Peng Peng’s head!”

“Upstairs, there is a problem with grammar, and Chinese characters are case-insensitive.”

“……”

At the scene, Teacher He nagged Peng Peng not to pay attention to his figure, while constantly giving him dishes.

“Don’t keep sandwiching lean meat for him, braised pork is delicious.”

“Eat too much fat and long meat.”

“Nope.”

Teacher Huang also clamped into Peng Peng’s bowl.

“I said, are you persuading people to eat less, or are you persuading people to eat more?”

Sister Hua said.

“Every person who fails to lose weight has a good parent around him.”

Wang Taili also said.

Peng Peng pointed at Jiang Han with a bitter face:

“Why don’t you talk about Brother Han, he never stopped from beginning to end.”

When everyone looked at it, they saw that Jiang Han was enthusiastically attacking the lamb stew, and inside the big casserole, they were already about to see the bottom!

“Wow! Brother Jiang Han is so powerful, he can eat it. ”

“How old is Jiang Han, he is only twenty years old this year, and he still grows, unlike you, who only grows meat.”

“Look at Xiaojiang’s figure, a tendon flesh, and then look at your belly.”

Teacher Huang and Teacher He were surprised by Jiang Han’s amount of food in their hearts, and turned their heads to compare.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage brush flew up.

“Without contrast, there is no harm…”

“I suddenly thought of the last issue, Brother Han was wearing two kinds of shi, that figure…”

“Hmm… Don’t say it, I want to lick the screen…”

“I envy Brother Han, I can eat it so much, and I don’t grow meat.”

“……”

At the scene, the four people of the Chopsticks Brothers and the Phoenix Legend were stunned.

“What? Xiao Jiang is only twenty years old? ”

“No, right? Twenty years old is a bit young. ”

“yes, I can’t see it at all.”

“……”

“Xiaojiang, tell Aunt Hua, who did you learn your cooking skills from?”

Linghua also does not consider herself an eldest sister, and calls herself an aunt instead, but there is no problem with her age.

Jiang Han wiped his mouth and said lightly

“Actually, many things are innate, and you don’t need to learn this.”

Saying that, he also stood up and took a pose.

“Huh? Hahahahaha…”

Linghua didn’t expect Jiang Han to have such a childish side, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Eat, eat, yes, plow today, children should eat more.”

Teacher Huang said.

“That’s right, like an old cow.”

Teacher He also said distressedly.

“It’s harder than cattle.”

Jiang Han answered:

“There is no cow hard work.”

“Hahahahaha.”

The crowd burst into laughter.

After eating, Zi Feng and Teacher He helped Linghua clean up the room.

“I remember in the first season, didn’t Mr. Song leave behind the long jade fruit wine? How about we take it out and drink some?” ”

Huang Lei suggested.

“I’ll get it.”

Peng Peng turned to get it.

“This kid looks small?”

Looking at Peng Peng’s back, Xiao Yang said.

“He’s not big himself, he’s in his twenties.”

Teacher Huang said.

Wang Taili: “It looks younger than in his twenties.” ”

Zeng Yi: “The face is tender, that’s it.” ”

After speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Han:

“You’re only twenty this year?”

Jiang Han nodded:

“It’s twenty-one.”

“Huh!”

All three drank in unison.

“That’s really small, think about what we did at that age.”

“I was still in school at that time, and Lao Wang took back an advertisement and asked me to shoot.”

“I’m also in school, eh, you and Lao Wang are not classmates?”

“No, at that time, Lao Wang had a company, he was the boss, his wife was the vice president, and the company was just the two of them.”

Wang Taili was picked up and laughed.

Peng Peng held the jar and ran over.

When the lid is uncovered, a faint fragrance unique to fruit wine wafts out.

“Good!”

“It tastes, yes.”

“Sister Dandan still has this craft, blessed.”

“Xiaojiang also come to some, right? Fruit wine, it’s okay. ”

Jiang Han nodded and continued with the teapot.

“Teacher Huang’s year?”

Several people began to chatter.

“I’m 71 years old.”

“It’s not a year of confusion.”

“Then we’re about the same age, I’m 73.”

Zeng Yi continued: “But I never felt old, and I kept hinting to myself in my heart that I was twenty-four, twenty-five. ”

“Me too, I felt like I was only eighteen from beginning to end.”

Teacher Huang quipped.

“Good, good, you’re all young, hahahaha.”

“It’s just the two of us, already old boys.”

Xiao Yang and Wang Taili said.

“Xiao Yang’s year?” Teacher Huang asked.

“I am one year short of Lao Wang, and today is my birthday, forty.”

“What? Is your birthday today? Why didn’t you say it earlier? ”

Teacher Huang was taken aback.

“Forgot, I’m so happy, it’s picking vegetables and being a bodyguard for Xiaojiang.”

“Well, you’re blaming us, aren’t you?”

“Whatever, tell the truth, tell the truth.”

“Hahahaha, come on, come on, come on.”

“Cheers, happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday!”

At this time, Teacher He and Linghuazifeng were almost busy and walked out.

“Whose birthday?”

“Xiao Yang’s, come quickly, the man is not more than ten after nine, and it is nine today Chinese New Year’s Eve.”

Everyone came and raised their glasses.

“I actually usually celebrate my lunar birthday, and the solar calendar is basically not enough.”

“Then how about this cut and stop broadcasting?”

“No air, no more broadcast. We were both eighteen. ”

“Hahahaha, then aren’t they all Xiaojiang’s little brothers?”

“I’ll see.”

“Hahahahaha.”

There was a burst of laughter over the mushroom house.