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

The morning sun shines into the courtyard of the Mushroom House, and the air is filled with the unique scent of mountain dew.

However, for everyone in the Mushroom House, there seemed to be a lingering, soul-chilling smell in the air today.

That was the lingering aftertaste of the Nine-Turned Intestines.

Although the room had been ventilated overnight, the psychological shadow seemed to be etched into everyone's DNA.

On the table.

Breakfast was a pot of light millet porridge, served with a few dishes of pickled vegetables.

Normally, this time of day is when everyone is chatting and laughing, enjoying the slow pace of life. But today, the atmosphere feels a bit strange.

Teacher Huang sat in the main seat, his eyes slightly dark. Clearly, the deliberate large intestine he had been given yesterday had had a far greater psychological impact on him than a physical one. He held his chopsticks, staring blankly at the pickled vegetable dumplings in front of him, as if he were seeing something indescribable through the pickled vegetables.

Teacher He carefully ate his porridge, glancing at Teacher Huang from time to time, wanting to say a few words of advice, but afraid that speaking would evoke those painful memories for the other person.

As for Pengpeng and his sister, the two little ones didn't dare to breathe loudly, burying their heads in their food, as if the millet porridge in their bowls was the most delicious thing in the world.

As the instigator of all this, Li Mo'an was sitting on a small stool, holding a bowl, eating with great relish.

His expression was calm, even composed.

There wasn't a trace of guilt or unease on his handsome face, as if the top chef who almost sent Teacher Huang away yesterday wasn't him at all, or perhaps he thought he had done something particularly right and something to be proud of yesterday.

Seeing Li Mo'an's calm demeanor as he left with nothing but a sigh of relief, concealing his accomplishments, Teacher Huang felt her stomach begin to ache again.

"This kid..."

Teacher Huang was speechless.

He'd been in the entertainment industry for so many years, what kind of troublemakers hadn't he seen? But this was truly the first time he'd ever encountered someone like this.

If you were to say he's bad, look at his eyes—they're as clear as a college student's, radiating a genuine sincerity.

You could call him stupid, but he can shut you up with a single sentence, and he can also perfectly hit your sore spots and make you dance.

"Cough cough."

Teacher Huang cleared her throat and put down her chopsticks.

The soft cough made everyone at the table stop what they were doing.

"Um... has everyone finished eating?" Teacher Huang forced a slightly stiff smile.

"I'm done eating, I'm done eating." Peng Peng quickly put down his bowl, afraid that if he was even a second late, he would be called on.

At this moment, the program's director walked over with a megaphone.

"Good morning, teachers. According to the program rules, today we need to work to earn ingredients for our three meals."

The director paused for a moment before speaking.

"Today's tasks mainly consist of three items."

The director held up three fingers. "First, go to the back mountain to pick corn. A thousand ears of corn can be exchanged for a steak."

"Second, go to the fishpond to catch fish, and catch as many as you can."

"Third, and most importantly, is to improve the living environment for the villagers."

At this point, the director paused, pointed in the direction of the village entrance, and said, "The dirt road in the village has been in disrepair for many years, and it becomes muddy and impassable on rainy days, making it very inconvenient for the villagers to travel. So we hope that we can repair it, dig out those old stone slabs, and pave them again."

Task assignment complete.

A brief silence fell over the courtyard.

Everyone was making plans in their minds.

Picking corn is a regular activity in "Mushroom House". Although it's tiring, everyone works together, chatting and laughing, and it gets a lot of screen time, so it's a relatively safe job.

Catching fish in the sweltering summer is even more fun. Although it's easy to get your clothes wet, the process is full of fun, and you can play in the water, which can easily create variety show effects.

The only exception is the third item – road construction.

This sounds like a purely physical labor job.

Digging, moving stone slabs, and leveling the road surface are not only tedious and boring, but also leave you covered in dust and dirt, with virtually no interaction whatsoever. Most importantly, this work has to be done alone, and being away from the main group means you'll get far fewer shots.

For celebrities who come to participate in variety shows, not getting any screen time is like coming for nothing.

Just as everyone was still thinking about how to distribute the prizes, Teacher Huang's gaze swept over everyone and finally landed squarely on Li Mo'an.

Li Mo'an remained seated there calmly, his back ramrod straight.

Looking at that young, handsome, and calmly smug face, Teacher Huang's old fox heart suddenly stirred.

The intense, primal sensation I experienced yesterday, so intense it seemed to surge back into my mind, just like yesterday itself.

The taste—a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and something indescribable—still sends chills down his spine whenever he thinks about it.

"This kid suffered such a big loss; he needs to be punished a little."

An idea popped into Teacher Huang's mind.

Although he's a senior figure in the entertainment industry and usually cheerful, he's not without a temper. Yesterday, he was publicly fed raw pork intestines, and he's not going to let that go unpunished.

Of course, he didn't really want to hold a grudge against a newcomer, nor did he intend to maliciously suppress him.

He looked at Li Mo'an, but he didn't actually feel much real anger.

On the contrary, looking at this naive young man in front of him, he was even a little dazed, as if he were seeing his younger self.

Back then, I was just as naive and impulsive, like someone blindly stumbling around.

"It's so good to be young."

Teacher Huang sighed inwardly.

"Young people have the opportunity to make mistakes, and elders are more forgiving. But for us old fogies, one wrong step could be disastrous; we have to be extremely cautious at every turn."

In essence, he really is a magnanimous person.

He knew that Li Mo'an definitely didn't do it on purpose yesterday; it was just that his thought process was a bit strange, or rather, his common sense was a bit off.

However, jade cannot become a useful object without being carved.

Since this kid is a bit arrogant and unruly, it's my responsibility as his senior to help him calm down and temper his temperament.

Let him do some hard and tiring work. Firstly, it's a small revenge for yesterday's "intestine grudge," letting this kid know that experience counts.

Secondly, it also creates some buzz for the show.

What do audiences love to watch most? Isn't it revenge dramas?

Offending a senior and being relegated to hard labor—doesn't that create maximum dramatic tension?

Moreover, he was already making a mental calculation: today, he'd leave the kid out of the loop, let him do the hardest and most tiring road repair work all day, and temper his arrogance. Tomorrow, if the kid performed well, he'd arrange an easy job for him that would be photogenic and exciting, like letting him cook a normal dish or taking him fishing.

By combining punishment and guidance, he not only vented his anger but also mentored the younger generation, thus solidifying his image as a strict teacher.

Thinking of this, Teacher Huang's smile became even more meaningful.

The plan has been decided.

Teacher Huang cleared his throat and put on his signature, kind smile.

He turned around to face Li Mo'an, his eyes filled with kindness, like an elder who had seen the family's hope and was ready to entrust him with an important task.

"Mo'an."

Teacher Huang spoke up, his tone earnest, "You just arrived yesterday, you're a newcomer to our Mushroom House, and also the youngest, healthiest, and most energetic young man here."

Li Mo'an looked at Teacher Huang calmly and nodded: "Teacher Huang, you flatter me."

"It's not an overstatement, it's the truth."

Teacher Huang patted Li Mo'an on the shoulder, his grip a little too strong. "So, after careful consideration, I've decided to entrust this most important and challenging task to you today."

Teacher He, Peng Peng, and her younger sister all looked over curiously, and they had a vague guess in their hearts.

Teacher Huang pointed in the direction of the village entrance and slowly announced:

"That road in the village is the face of our village, and it's a place that the villagers have to pass through every day. Repairing the road is a great act of kindness and good deeds."

"Today, you'll be primarily in charge of renovating it. It's a big project, and also a job that will really test your willpower. I'm confident you can handle it!"

The courtyard fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Peng Peng opened his mouth wide, looked at the muddy road, then at Li Mo'an, his eyes filled with sympathy.

The younger sister also shrank back, thinking that this was too cruel.

Road construction?

That's real heavy physical labor!

A person digging in the ground with a hoe is not only dirty and tiring, but also incredibly boring! There's no interaction, no conversation, and not even anyone to talk to.

For a newcomer who has just appeared on a variety show, this is practically like being exiled to Ningguta.

This is clearly a case of using public office to settle personal scores!

When this scene was broadcast live, the chat exploded instantly, with countless "hahahaha" comments flooding the screen.

"Hahaha! Here it comes! Teacher Huang's revenge may be late, but it's here!"

"Serves you right for offending the fortune teller! Now you're in for a world of trouble!"

"This is hilarious! Yesterday they killed him by breaking his spirit, today they're exiled to the frontier!"

"This is karma! Li Mo'an: My cooking has the original flavor, and the shoes Teacher Huang gave me are too small!"

"Public execution scene! I declare, the most exciting thing today is Mo'an's digging livestream!"

"Chef Huang: A gentleman takes his revenge, even if it's only for a day! I'll let you save some of your strength, and I'll let you save some of yours too!"

"I feel sorry for the guy for a second, and then... hahaha, sorry, I couldn't help it."

Teacher He, standing to the side, saw Teacher Huang's "I'm doing this for your own good" expression and knew exactly what was going on.

Having partnered with Teacher Huang for so many years, how could he not know what that old fox was up to?

But he was still a little worried.

After all, this was Li Mo'an's first time on the show, and he was someone Boss Yang specifically instructed to take care of. It was only his second day there, and he was already being asked to do such dirty and tiring work by himself. What if he got exhausted or upset? That wouldn't be good.

Moreover, road construction is indeed too tedious and can easily cause viewers to leave.

Thinking of this, Teacher He moved closer to Teacher Huang, lowered his voice, and whispered his advice:

"Teacher Huang, isn't this task a bit too strenuous? Mo'an is a newcomer after all, going alone..."

He glanced at Pengpeng, who was lost in thought, and suggested, "How about... we let Pengpeng go with him? The two of them can help each other out, it'll be faster, they can look after each other, and they can chat and stuff."

Upon hearing this, Peng Peng shuddered. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a kind gaze fall upon him.

Teacher Huang waved his hand, interrupting Teacher He.

For the sake of the show's effect, and to demonstrate his control as the patriarch of the Mushroom House, he waved his hand, his face full of determination.

He looked at the camera, and at the somewhat worried Teacher He, and said confidently:

"Oh dear, Teacher He, you're just worrying too much."

"Young people need more training! No pain, no gain. If you can't even handle this much hardship, how will you survive in this industry?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Li Mo'an, his eyes encouraging: "Mo'an, don't you think so?"

Li Mo'an remained calm, even appearing somewhat dazed.

He had absolutely no concept of this so-called workplace bullying.

In his view, he came to the production team to work, and his aunt Yang Mi also told him to be more diligent and do more work.

Road repair is tiring, but it's still work.

Moreover, he was quite excited about his new arrival at the Mushroom House and felt like he had a lot of energy to spare.

So he nodded and replied earnestly, "Teacher Huang is right, I have no problem."

Seeing that Li Mo'an was so cooperative, Teacher Huang was even happier.

He patted his chest, addressed Teacher He, and the millions of viewers in the live stream, uttering a famous quote that, in the near future, would be repeatedly vilified by countless netizens and etched into the pillar of shame on the internet:

"Look, other kids say it's no problem!"

"Don't worry, it's just road repairs, what could possibly go wrong?"

His words were spoken with unwavering conviction and conviction.