Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

Time passed slowly and peacefully.

As the sun rises and sets.

Days passed by one by one.

After observing secretly, everyone discovered that things seemed to be a little different from what they had imagined.

The person with the strange physique who can dig out unexploded bombs with a single shovel.

He was sitting in the shade under the eaves, calmly flipping through the papers in his hand.

Aside from occasionally picking up his water glass to take a sip or changing his posture to continue reading the script.

He didn't even step out of the courtyard gate.

We didn't go to the back hill to dig soil.

I didn't wander around the village entrance.

Li Mo'an doesn't seem to be as sinister as they imagined.

This extremely boring and quiet daily routine was like heavenly music to everyone in the Mushroom House.

Teacher Huang and others reacted with a tense and wary attitude towards Li Mo'an.

Things are starting to return to normal.

The mental rebuilding process took less than five days, and I fully recovered.

Everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Teacher Huang was speechless.

He looked at the young man in the wicker chair and even sighed inwardly.

"This kid is actually quite well-behaved as long as he stays away from the outside world's temptations."

During those five or six days, Li Mo'an did nothing but read the script and space out.

There wasn't a single problem.

This sense of tranquility allowed the entire production team to rediscover the original intention of slow-paced lifestyle variety shows.

Even on the sixth day, Teacher Huang's old problem relapsed.

He was washing his face by the well when he heard that he was going to plant trees on the mountain.

He immediately reached out and covered his lower back.

His previously relaxed facial features instantly contorted, and he uttered a distressed sound.

"Ouch."

Teacher Huang bent over and gasped for breath.

"Ouch, my back!"

He slowly moved to the pillar of the pavilion and leaned against it, pounding his back with his hands.

"I can't take it anymore."

Teacher Huang looked at Teacher He and Peng Peng and said loudly.

"I didn't sleep well last night, and my old back pain has flared up again."

"That hillside is too steep. I'm too weak to climb it and can't do any heavy work."

Speaking of it.

He then offered his own solution.

"I think this is better."

"You young people should take Teacher He up the mountain to plant trees."

"I'll stay home and cook a delicious meal to treat you all."

Listening to this explanation...

Teacher He held the shovel and smiled helplessly.

Pengpeng and his sister exchanged a glance, and everyone else seemed used to it.

They all knew that Teacher Huang was using various inconspicuous ways to slack off.

But since they've already brought up the fact that they're patients, you can't force a middle-aged person to do manual labor.

So they let him be.

Li Mo'an stood aside, calmly watching Teacher Huang's exaggerated acting.

He didn't say anything.

He simply picked up a hoe silently and followed the group out of the courtyard.

The tree planting task went very smoothly that day.

Nobody dug anything strange out of the ground.

No one triggered any hidden quest lines.

It's simply a matter of digging a hole, placing the sapling, filling it with soil, and watering it.

In the blink of an eye.

The seventh day has arrived.

This day is a rest day for guests who don't need to do any tasks.

The production team did not assign any work quotas, and everyone is free to do as they please.

After breakfast.

The gate to the Mushroom House was pushed open.

Teacher Huang, who was clutching her lower back yesterday, complaining of back pain and a sore waist.

But today he seemed like a completely different person.

He was radiant and full of energy.

He was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt.

With hands behind his back.

He strolled out of the courtyard on his own.

He walked along the village road toward the big tree at the village entrance.

Go find those old men in the village.

He's off bragging and joking around.

After all, in front of that group of simple old people, he was still that knowledgeable big star from the big city.

This one-sided intellectual dominance brings him immense psychological satisfaction.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the cicadas' chirping and idle chatter.

The sun gradually began to set in the west.

The sunset on the horizon dyed the clouds orange-red.

It wasn't until nightfall, when it was getting dark, that things finally got better.

Only then did Teacher Huang return home, satisfied, strolling leisurely along the dirt road.

He was even humming an unknown tune as he walked briskly.

Push open the courtyard gate.

The aroma of food filled the entire courtyard.

He didn't cook dinner either.

Peng Peng was still the head chef, wearing an apron and wielding a spatula in front of the earthen stove.

Teacher He and her sister helped out as kitchen helpers.

Some were washing vegetables, others were passing plates.

Li Mo'an also put down the script and calmly helped to serve the stir-fried dishes to the table.

at this time.

It was dinnertime.

The light bulbs in the yard lit up, emitting a warm yellow glow.

Li Mo'an, Teacher Huang, and others sat around eating in the pavilion.

Everyone ate and chatted, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

At the same time.

In the control room of the Mushroom House.

The light was somewhat dim.

In front of the monitor, several screens are displaying live feeds from various cameras.

Wang Yu was sitting in a large chair, holding a purple clay teacup in her hand.

He looked at the screen, at Teacher Huang, who was wolfing down a plate of braised pork with potatoes and chopsticks.

He sighed with a helpless expression.

"That old Huang."

Wang Yu shook his head.

"You're too lazy."

While I was cooking, Lao Huang sat next to me, pointing and gesturing, without helping to wash even a single scallion.

Now, when it comes to eating, he's more enthusiastic than anyone else.

but.

Wang Yu didn't mind.

After all, that's the persona that Teacher Huang has now established.

The entertainment industry is a place that values ​​labels.

Wang Yuzheng's thoughts drifted away.

You should know that in the past, Teacher Huang's persona was presented in various variety shows.

She was known for her shrewdness.

He was known as a master strategist who could calculate everything without missing a single detail.

Moreover, he is an exceptionally good cook, earning him the nickname "Chef Huang".

This perfect persona once brought the show a great deal of attention.

but.

Since that poisonous green bean incident.

The persona of being a good cook collapsed.

And that legendary fortune teller persona that has always been talked about.

The collapse was even more devastating.

Wang Yuzheng recalled the scene when Li Moan dug out the bomb at the village entrance.

When Teacher Huang initially thought that Li Mo'an digging up the real bomb was a script arranged by the production team.

This incredibly clever old fox still had to bravely step forward and take the blame.

It turned out to be a real thing.

that moment.

The image of the fortune teller is starting to crumble completely.

This kind of self-deception backfiring is funnier than any comedy sketch.

Teacher Huang now.

After experiencing countless social deaths, he's become somewhat resigned to his fate.

He no longer maintained that perfect facade.

Instead, it completely exposed his true nature: he liked to be lazy, liked to teach others, but often ended up getting the short end of the stick.

But this authentic and down-to-earth performance actually won him a lot of fans.

Wang Yu glanced at the data monitoring screen next to him.

In the live stream room, the barrage of comments was scrolling like a waterfall.

Tens of thousands of netizens watched online.

"Teacher Huang is taking advantage of Pengpeng's hard work again!"

"That old fox has completely turned into a lazy bum now, hahaha!"

"I just love watching Teacher Huang talk nonsense with a straight face and then get slapped in the face by reality."

The footage of him slacking off has a large online audience.

Audiences seem to prefer seeing genuine reactions after the facade is removed.

of course.

The main reason why Wang Yuzheng doesn't mind Lao Huang being lazy.

Li Mo'an has managed to avoid any trouble during this period!

Wang Yu was putting down his teacup.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Only he himself knows.

In the days following Li Moan's return to the Mushroom House.

He endured immense psychological pressure.

You know, he's been on tenterhooks these past few days.

Every night before going to sleep, he would pray in his heart.

They were afraid that Li Mo'an would cause trouble.

He feared that when he woke up, Mushroom Village would have become the scene of some international crime case again.

Or a group of fully armed special police officers rushed into the courtyard.

but.

A miracle happened.

Li Mo'an, however, remained quiet and unharmed.

For a whole week, Li Mo'an was immersed in the printed script.

He's just like any other ordinary actor.

This long-awaited peace.

That was enough for him to be grateful for.

Wang Yu was leaning back in her chair.

Listening to the clattering of bowls and chopsticks and the laughter of the guests coming from the screen.

he thinks.

This is the idyllic rural life that "Mushroom House" should have.

This is the life he longs for.

This is the kind of life we ​​should have...

And it was also while he was mentally composing parallel sentences.

A sudden siren blared.