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The woman was stunned; she hadn't expected Zhou Yang to say that.

Shouldn't it be phrases like "You're welcome" or "It was no trouble at all" that show a man's good manners?

Fortunately, he didn't dwell on it, since his previous answer had indirectly acknowledged her beauty. So he chuckled and said, "You're quite an interesting person."

Zhou Yang didn't say anything, but slowly admired her curvaceous figure from behind, while reminiscing about the scene in the fishpond earlier.

Through the close physical contact and that "casual grab," he discovered that the woman was "well-endowed," with a prominent bust and shapely hips.

When the two returned to the Mushroom House courtyard, the staff had already prepared a basket of fish. Upon seeing it, Teacher He gasped in surprise and exclaimed, "Wow! You caught so many fish! That's amazing, fantastic!"

In the following days, Zhou Yang and the female painter, under the arrangement of the program crew, tried out some "difficult" farm work such as chopping wood and digging potatoes, which exhausted the program crew.

As the sun set, the main event finally arrived, and Chef Huang began to cook dinner.

"Teacher Huang, is there anything I can do to help you?"

The female painter volunteered to take on the task.

"Xiaoyu, you can just rest over there. I don't like having anyone help me cook; I prefer to do everything myself..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Huang."

Upon hearing this, the woman silently sat down next to Zhou Yang.

Just then, Huang Lei shouted, "Teacher He, hurry up and bring me the fish after you've washed and coated it with flour, and you too... just cut the potatoes into chunks, and make sure to remove any dead leaves from the cabbage. We have enough firewood, so add some too..."

"..."

The woman withdrew her gaze and began to scrutinize Zhou Yang beside her, asking, "You don't seem to like it here. Were you forced to come?"

"No, I really like it here."

Zhou Yang crossed his arms, looking on with amusement.

"I watched the behind-the-scenes footage at noon. When you came, you argued with Teacher Huang twice and almost made the female singer cry."

"I wasn't being sarcastic."

"What is that?"

"Let yourself go."

"..."

After that, the woman stopped talking and picked up her drawing board and pen, and began to sketch the scene in the courtyard and the busy staff.

"Are you really a painter?"

Zhou Yang was curious.

"What, doesn't it look like it?"

The woman hesitated as she raised her pencil.

"No, it just feels a bit strange."

A painter who had just returned to China, and a rather charming "semi-mature" woman, managed to get on the wildly popular variety show "Back to Field" so easily, which seems to defy conventional logic.

In addition, Zhou Yang noticed something strange: Huang Lei treated this woman with great respect, which made him curious about her identity, since Huang Lei was a well-known figure in the Beijing entertainment circle.

The woman explained, "I had been studying painting abroad and wanted to integrate into the pace and life in China as soon as possible. I happened to hear about this program, so I signed up."

Zhou Yang shook his head, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Gentlemen, dinner is ready! Teacher Huang's lavish dinner is prepared."

Teacher He shouted at the two of them.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Yu, I heard you were coming, so I risked breaking the program's rules to order a large portion of spicy crayfish for you from a food delivery platform."

You can even order takeout from "Back to the Days"?

Zhou Yang clicked his tongue in amazement.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a young man in a yellow robe presented a food box. Upon seeing this, Teacher He quickly said to the camera, "Meituan, your thoughtful assistant in life. Order takeout, just go to Meituan..."

The photographer next to me kept his lens constantly clicking.

Damn, after all that, it turns out it was GG's sugar daddy.

However, with such a large plate of crayfish in front of him, Zhou Yang's mood improved again. At least he had dinner sorted out, right?

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"Xiao Zhou, don't just focus on eating crayfish, try the other dishes too."

At the dinner table, Huang Lei noticed that he was only focused on that plate of crayfish and didn't touch any of the other dishes, so he immediately gave him a "kind" reminder.

"This plate of crayfish wasn't made by you, so I'll eat it."

Upon hearing this, everyone silently put down their chopsticks and looked at Zhou Yang, while Huang Lei's old face also fell completely.

The meaning was clear: You deliberately sabotaged me in front of so many people, didn't you?

Only Zhou Yang acted as if nothing had happened, his mouth covered in grease as he ate.

Before coming, he had watched the first season of "The Longest Day in Chang'an" at home and had no liking for the guy in front of him who had the title of chef.

Greasi, overly paternalistic, deliberately pretentious, and using so-called "cooking skills" to play "obedience tests" on the show.

If it were a different entity, it would probably have to put on a show due to its persona and public relations image.

But Zhou Yang these days doesn't care about him at all.

Seeing the awkward situation, He Rihuo, well-versed in "Emotional Intelligence," hurriedly picked up a piece of fish, and before even tasting it, impatiently shouted to the camera:

"My goodness, I have to praise this fish! Wow! It's absolutely delicious..."

With this example set by others, everyone else began their own performance:

"Wow! I've never had such delicious braised fish before."

"It smells so good! Every dish that Teacher Huang makes is a delicacy!"

"It's so delicious! Wow, this is great, I definitely need to eat a few more pieces."

"I think the show could totally be renamed 'The Food I Long For'."

"..."

After a barrage of compliments, Huang Lei's expression finally softened. Undeterred, he picked up another piece of potato and said, "Here, Xiao Zhou, try this potato stew I made..."

The latter quickly covered the bowl with his hand and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Huang, I'm allergic to potatoes."

Are you allergic to potatoes?

Huang Lei picked up another piece of fish and said, "This fish is good. You and Xiaoyu caught it yourselves. Try it."

"I'm sorry, I'm also allergic to fish."

"And what about the stir-fried cabbage with vinegar?"

"I'm also allergic."

Huang Lei put down his chopsticks, his face turning ugly again: "So you're allergic to everything I cook?"

Zhou Yang looked surprised: "Teacher Huang, you're amazing! You even noticed that."

Huang Lei must be furious with this kind of relentless, close-range attack.

Seeing the situation become delicate again, the others stopped eating, except for the female singer who had been angrily confronted by Zhou Yang that morning, who had a gloating expression on her face.

"Teacher Huang, you've been busy all afternoon. Hurry up and eat, or we'll eat all the food."

The female painter, Xiaoyu, suddenly spoke.

Huang Lei then picked up his chopsticks again and took the opportunity to leave, but his gaze still occasionally swept towards Zhou Yang, his expression gloomy and uncertain.

Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, but the female singer felt it was a pity.

Despite being the party involved, Zhou Yang remained unconcerned and devoured the entire plate of crayfish.

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After the "nine deaths and one life" dinner successfully concluded, Zhou Yang thought he could go straight to sleep after washing up, since there wasn't much to do in this desolate wilderness.

Furthermore, he was indeed quite tired after being tossed around all day.

"Zhou Yang, Xiao Yu, why don't you come and sit down with us?"

"What's wrong, Teacher He?"

"I'm about to go back to my room," the beautiful painter asked curiously.

"Xiao Fen wants to perform music for everyone, you two must come and listen. Zhou Yang, you're also a singer, and you've written quite a few songs before."

Teacher He didn't give the two a chance to refuse, and took one of their hands and left.

"Now that everyone's here, Xiaofen, you can start your performance."

Seeing that his right hand was being held firmly down by the other party, Zhou Yang had no choice but to obediently sit down on the floor.

Liu Fen took the guitar handed to her by the staff, made a simple adjustment, and then performed one of her signature songs, "It Can't Be Called Love," with the audience.

"Okay, Xiaofen is great."

After the song ended, Teacher He led the applause and offered his praise.

Just when Zhou Yang thought the matter was over, the female singer put down her guitar and suddenly said, "Besides me, Zhou Yang is also a singer in this room. How about we ask him to perform for everyone?"

Everyone echoed and applauded, but Huang Lei deliberately said:

"Zhou Yang is not only a singer, but also an outstanding original musician. He has written many songs before. I think we should do it now and have him compose a new song for us on the spot."

Writing a new song on the spot?

Although the former traffic star had released many original compositions, they had nothing to do with him. They were all bought by Wang Man to create a talented persona for him.

None of these works became mainstream hits; they were mostly consumed within the fan community.

He had read the script before coming, and it didn't involve writing songs on the spot. Now Huang Lei's sudden move was clearly meant to embarrass him.

Zhou Yang glanced over and, sure enough, noticed that Liu Fen and Huang Lei had a hint of smugness in their eyes, especially the latter, who looked like he had him completely under his thumb.

Seeing that he didn't react, Huang Lei started to stir things up: "It's just a song. It shouldn't be difficult for a talented person like you, Xiao Zhou."

"Since everyone thinks so highly of me, then I'll make a fool of myself. But since it happened so suddenly, I really wasn't prepared. How about we call this song 'Last-Time Cramming'?"