Longing for the Life of the Entertainment King

He Hao brought a stall of fruit wine from the old drunkard, almost no degree, very delicious.

Pour a cup per person.

Sitting around the table.

As usual, the old man raised a cup to welcome everyone.

Then, it's dinner...

During the banquet, when chatting, Song Qian also acted as a translator.

The old brother couldn't bear it any longer, "Ahao, don't always think about eating, take care of foreign friends, Qian Qian is a guest no matter what, so how can you always be an interpreter."

"Oh." He Hao replied.

then……

He Hao is the next task of translation.

At the beginning, Song Zhixiao was still a little flustered, but listening to He Hao's meticulous translation, and occasionally some jokes were translated very accurately in Korean, Song Zhixiao couldn't help laughing, and then, out of control, he said a few words from time to time. In a word, let He Hao translate Chinese.

Song Ji Hyo also figured it out.

Maybe the other party forgot, maybe it's not the same person at all, is it strange that there are people all over the world who look the same?

You can find [-] men and [-] women casually, go to Han Guo Hospital for a walk, let alone the appearance, you can guarantee that you will not pass the security check when you return to China, it is so amazing!

If you go to Thailand for a walk first, a hundred people can make you exactly the same, gender, you choose!

Qiao Shan's roast pork was placed in the middle of the table. Anyway, after taking a bite, he praised him, "Mr. Huang, you're so young, very good, very good!"

Huang Lei: →_→

Had lunch for over an hour.

It also took over an hour to clear the table pots and pans.

All done.

Just in the afternoon, a group of people went to the yard to bask in the sun.

"A day like this is really comfortable!" Huang Lei sighed with emotion.

"That's not it, eat and sleep, sleep and eat, you don't have to think about anything." He Jiong nodded in response, but still felt heartache for the previous corn.

"Brother Ritian, we also had lunch, should we consider dinner? Should we reveal the meal ticket or something?" Liu Xianhua asked impatiently, thinking about this all the time when he just ate. The problem is, I don't care about eating.

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Huang Lei just wanted to say something to Liu Xianhua, but when he heard the words behind the other party, he stared at He Hao with bright eyes.

The others also turned to stare at him.

"It's just such a small idea!" He Hao was quite calm, "Actually, we can do business, sell popcorn, we have a bag of sweet corn."

Everyone suddenly realized!

No wonder I didn't exchange dinner directly just now!

That's what happened!

"Popcorn?" He Jiong asked curiously, "Do we have no equipment?"

"Yes, just throw it in the corner of the tool room, a whole set of popcorn equipment!" He Hao said firmly.

 …  

"Could it be to fire a cannon, pop it, and pop out after the fog is hazy?" Peng Yuchang wondered. This kind of thing with a sense of age has been seen in movies.

He Hao nodded.

"It's an old-fashioned popcorn maker. It's an oval iron lump with a pressure gauge on the top and a fire underneath. When the pressure is about the same, I just step on it and jump in the long bag. Now that's not much, right?" Joe Shan is particularly interested. He has a sense of age for young people. For him, it is a deep memory, including Huang Lei and He Jiong, who have experienced that era.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's walk around, quickly take it out and try it!" Huang Lei couldn't sit still. At most, the small treasury was a rootless source, which was a necessary magic weapon to make a fortune.

The rest also followed He Hao to the tool room excitedly.

For a while.

The whole set was taken out.

Song Qian and Song Zhixiao stared curiously at this dirty looking thing.

This is the crystallization of Chinese wisdom, which is really not available in foreign countries.

However, looking at the curiosity in Song Zhixiao's eyes, He Hao was a little worried that when she returned to China, after telling others about what she had seen and heard that day, would it take a while for this thing to be inadvertently applied for the World Heritage List by Han Guo?

After all, it is a country with a criminal record!

"Try it, try it quickly!" He Jiong wiped it with a damp cloth, and then said impatiently.

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He Hao didn't shirk the blame, and started to operate directly.

First, let Liu Xianhua grab some sweet corn and let Peng Yuchang go to the house to take out some white sugar, and Huang Lei made a fire...

An operation as fierce as a tiger!

He Hao shook the handle, and the cannon popcorn machine started to turn slowly...

The barometer's numbers slowly changed.

"Almost?" Qiao Shan asked, looking at the beating numbers above.

"0.7 pressure is enough, it's almost there now." He Haozhizhu was holding it.

Soon.

Air pressure is in place.

He Hao picked up the thing and brought it to the edge of the basket, followed by a long sack that was sewn, mainly to prevent the popcorn from being wasted.

"Come here, Peng Peng put his hand up and pry open the opening." He Hao stepped on the machine and said.

"Brother Hao, isn't this a threat?" Peng Yuchang asked with a bitter face.

"No. How dare you be so small? The two beauties are watching." He Hao shook his head, smiling narrowly, "Even if there is, don't you buy insurance?"

Peng Yuchang: "..."

Finally, still up.

Take that stick.

into the groove.

"I'm prying!" Peng Yuchang said with a saliva.

"Pry it!" He Hao nodded.

"I... really pryed!"

"Ok!"

"I……"

"Can you do it!" He Hao was helpless.

How can a man admit that he can't!

Peng Yuchang gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and tried hard...

boom!

A loud explosion made him a little stunned.

It's foggy!

There is a fragrant fragrance in it!

"It's done!" He Jiong said with a smile.

"That's the smell!" Huang Lei greedily breathed the water molecules in the air.

moment.

The fog cleared.

The cannon popcorn machine was also thrown aside by He Hao, and instead, the popcorn that had just collapsed in the bag was poured into a dry pot.

A pot of white flowers.

Each one is beautiful.

The crowd ran over, grabbed a handful and tasted it.

Delicious!

The smell of corn!

The sweetness of white sugar!

Even Song Qian, Song Zhixiao, Liu Xianhua, and Peng Yuchang felt an unusual taste in their mouths, different from those sold in movie theaters or stores.

The machines are getting more and more developed, and there are more and more things mixed in them, and there is not much of the original corn flavor at all.

This is a good thing, but also a bad thing.

The more people pursue the deliciousness of food, the more they go astray.

In fact, the taste of the food itself is fundamental.

"good smell!"

"Ahao, it's not bad, you have brains!"

"Are we going to sell it for money? Will the life in the mushroom house get better and better in the future?"

"Super delicious!"

"It feels more delicious than the cinema."

"But, this... thing, is there no danger when using it?" Song Zhixiao still had some lingering fears, and she was startled by a roar just now.