This ax does more than just strike wood.

At the same time, it also hit Peng Peng's heart and Director Li's script.

Peng Peng was frightened and trembled. With Qin Wuxiang's neat look and the force with which the ax struck down, he believed that he had killed people before writing the book.

Li Ming, on the other hand, looked at the footage captured by the on-site camera.

Everyone was confused.

Why is it different from what you thought?

Isn’t Qin Wuxiang a well-known writer?

Among those who live in the city, who is a good person who is still chopping firewood for cooking?

Those who are older will understand him. For example, Mr. Huang is actually good at chopping firewood. After all, whose ancestors were not farmers for three generations.

But looking at Qin Wuxiang's age, he is only in his twenties this year, right?

Qin Feng is not even level 6 yet, so the vegetables I cut casually were at Teacher Huang’s side, and I have reached the peak of my cognition.

Li Ming was stunned, scratched the front of his head, and told the truth: "It was you who chopped the firewood, it was Fang Nianwei... I was in the front yard just now, and I did all those things."

What kind of man can withstand Qin Feng's initiative?

"Cooking." Teacher Huang said with a smile of course: "How can you cook more than a dozen dishes by yourself? There are only a few people out there who know how to cook, but I have to get the equipment later. I have time.

He is the only one left to help you."

Teacher Huang, in particular, has no feelings for his sister.

So what if netizens were asked to guess who was cooking, and if domestic professional chefs were asked to evaluate their knife skills, and the original film was released during the first broadcast, and it turned out to be Fang Nianwei's cooking, what would be the effect?

When I saw this, I also praised Yan Yuan: "It seems that next time Mr. Huang tells me, how hard did he work?"

My understanding is that it is self-effacing, but to Teacher Huang’s ears, it is also self-effacing, but the degree of self-effacing is the same.

"You heard from Teacher He, he told Teacher Huang that he also knows a little bit about cooking."

He is humorous, handsome, not famous or rich, and he can cook, talk and flirt.

Qin Feng raised his head and looked at the firewood he had placed outside the knitting basket. He thought for a moment with high eyebrows, and then replied: "I'll ask, if those are enough, he can put them back outside the house!"

"Can you sing?"

Yan Yuan responded with a voice, holding the knitting basket and walked back to the main room from the front of the mushroom house.

"Teacher Huang, Teacher Da Qin... come out and help!"

He grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Give me a close-up, and then take a shot of Qin Wuxiang's back, and tell the post-production team to work overtime on editing. When the trailer of this issue introduces the mysterious guest, put this back view of chopping firewood."

I am not certified as a chef. To put it bluntly, there are few people outside the entertainment industry who are worse at cooking than me.

Then Teacher Huang smiled and said: "Now you know why so few men threw themselves into his arms after him."

"Hey, it's basically just right. A stronger fire is better, and a bigger fire is enough... No." I couldn't praise the pile of firewood: "You can make that pile of firewood yourself, it's so messy

suitable!"

"I really thought the mysterious guest would be Teacher Qin." Teacher Huang patted the soil under his hands and walked to the pressure well to wash his hands.

"If you don't have this skill, is it worse to listen to him singing? His singing skills are less bad than yours... you will understand a little bit."

Teacher Huang and Qin Feng left the kitchen. The outside of the large kitchen was filled with all kinds of bottles and cans.

The two of them were talking outside the kitchen and could be heard through a window.

The two of us have a clear division of labor. Qin Feng handles the ingredients and Teacher Huang cooks according to the ingredients I handle.

Teacher Huang was speechless: "I guess Fang Nianwei has been late in doing her homework, right? I know that firewood is used for cooking in the Mushroom House, mostly for chopping firewood, so I specially showed it."

Teacher Huang had the answer, but he didn't go into it carefully. Instead, he changed the subject and said, "Will he help you get started later?"

One after another, Qin Feng is dressed in an outfit that could be on the cover of a top fashion magazine. He has the body and face of a top Asian handsome guy. He swings an ax easily and freely, but with extremely strong force.

Li Ming looked at it, and suddenly an idea came to his head.

Especially Xiao Qin, seeing the two people interacting in such a tacit understanding, his puzzled expression became relieved.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand. After several minutes of intermittently swinging the ax, a thin layer of sweat broke out under my forehead. I exhaled and turned back to look at Li Ming with a smile: "The difference should be less."

Qin Feng smiled, I can really sing, I just open my mouth.

Xiao Qin is now looking forward to the broadcast of the program more and more.

Just when the two of them had just finished cooking two dishes and were about to rinse the pots with water, silence came from outside the yard.

If the staff is there, they will help. The process of artists working is the core content of variety shows.

"Yes, everyone has to sing. Teacher Da Qin has a bad voice and a stern tone. His singing is as bad as it should be."

"Fang Nianwei chopped firewood?" Teacher Huang was stunned.

After hearing this, Teacher Huang counted the firewood carelessly, and calculated the required quantity based on the cooking time, the number of vegetables and the cooking temperature. He was shocked again.

Qin Feng was slightly stunned and pointed at himself: "You?"

Qin Feng smiled helplessly.

If calculated according to the system's ruling, Teacher Huang's cooking skills are only level 4, which is the best.

"Oh, no, Li Ming, did you practice chopping firewood before going back?"

Qin Wuxiang narrowed his eyes.

But at that moment, Teacher Huang thought it was too early to conclude that no one had shaken it for several years.

"Why is he singing to you?!"

These scattered things that were not suitable at all were placed on him, but they were so suitable that they didn't feel inconsistent at all.

However, that thought only appeared for a moment. So far, Qin Feng cares too much about what I want to do, whether it is ideal or career. On the contrary, Qin Wuxiang's career has become my primary concern.

Teacher Huang smiled when he saw this: "He is less unfamiliar than Chen He. When I came here, he knew how to use the well."

Teacher He also took the firewood and weighed it in his hand. Indeed, the length of each stick was almost the same, except for the texture. Each stick could be stacked like a small version of cigarettes.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The tacit understanding between the two of them...is it really a hype?" I was very confused, but then I thought about it and said, "It must be the acting skills. Wang Anruo understood it, and thought of Fang Nianwei's acting skills.

He’s so bad and can look fake! It’s a pity to be an actor!”

The fireworks of life take time to absorb.

This is all in the past.

Ignoring the cars parked in the yard and the filming equipment set up outside, it's like a paradise in the world.

"What's wrong?" Qin Feng asked without any guilt.

When Teacher Huang saw that Li Ming had finished chopping the firewood so slowly, he was not surprised. He waved to Li Ming outside the vegetable field: "Li Ming, come here, let's see how he is doing at chopping firewood."

Teacher Huang looked at the ingredients handed over by Qin Feng before handling them. After putting them on the pot, he casually looked at the cut surfaces and textures. Whether they were small, large or shaped, they all perfectly met the standards of the dishes.

Li Ming and his sister were regular guests on the "Longing for Life" program. They came many times in the future and were deeply disliked by the audience and the two teachers.

After leaving the kitchen, even Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

Adhering to the purpose of recording variety shows to talk more and do less, Li Ming sent the firewood to the kitchen without asking his doubts.

Suddenly there were only eight of us left outside the entire yard.

But Teacher Huang and Teacher He looked at each other and smiled.

Teacher Huang and Teacher He were thinking that Fang Nianwei was proficient in cooking, farm work, and chopping firewood, but there was nothing else that Fang Nianwei could do?

At that time, Li Ming became even more puzzled.

"You have to prepare the equipment." Seeing that the time difference was short, Teacher He said hello and prepared to leave: "We have dinner tonight, there is no karaoke session!"

It was Teacher He's voice. The two of them put down their things and went out to see that I was moving equipment from inside to the yard one by one.

There are many aspects that test your knife skills, but the most important point is that the ingredients you handle meet the actual requirements.

What a steady pair of hands!

"The kitchen is wrong!"

Is there one more bad guest?

The children of the poor have already become the head of the family, and the older children who can do farm work are picked up from outside the village.

If he could sing, he would always sing to you. Isn’t that right?

Teacher He also joked at the side: "It's also wrong to chop firewood. It seems that Teacher Daqin came to the variety show that time to change his personality and reputation?"

It takes a lot of effort for an inexperienced person to chop firewood, but for a skilled but weak person like Qin Feng, he must only be chopping firewood for a few meals, and in a few minutes he will be able to chop all the firewood.

Teacher He wiped his sweat and replied with a smile: "There were so few singers in that period, so it would be a waste of talent to sing a few lines... He said so, right, Teacher Da Qin?"

There are mountains and forests in the distance. To be able to find such a beautiful environment and a lush place with no mountains or water far away from the capital as the location for the mushroom house, it can be seen that a lot of effort was put into it.

"It's the same...pass you the green peppers, and he can make eggs. He always asks you to make scrambled eggs with green peppers."

Suddenly, Qin Feng noticed something strange. He turned around and saw that it was Qin Wuxiang who was staring at him. His little eyes blinked so hard that I lost my hair, as if he had done something wrong.
To be continued...