After Teacher Huang returned, the next door became obviously lively.

Everyone who should have been sleeping at this time is sitting in the yard with their hands in their arms.

"Director Yan, please give us your land quickly. They are all here. Let's plant a few acres of land before leaving." Teacher Huang refers to the guests who came today.

Several guests were stunned when they heard this, looking at each other, not knowing whether they should say anything.

Director Yan has already prepared, "Don't worry, I will take you to your place tomorrow."

"Okay." Teacher Huang nodded, then turned his head and said to the young people who were still confused: "You can tell your company quickly, that means that you will be the same tomorrow night, forget it, the day after tomorrow, I will leave. I will go farming for me tomorrow."

"Ah, Teacher Huang, this...isn't it good, we have something to do tomorrow..." One of them looked embarrassed, obviously not wanting to do it.

"What's the matter? You should know the ratings of our program. How many people can't come? By the way, I remembered this. Are you invited or are we invited this guest?" Teacher Huang asked.

Director Yan was stunned for a moment, "This...you can do it if you invite me." The two groups of guests who have come recently have greeted me in the station.

"That's it..." Teacher Huang thought about it and then let it go.

The group took photos until after nine o'clock in the evening. Zhang Yu was so lazy.

After chatting with Director Yan about the details he paid attention to, he returned to his home.

"Who is next door?" Teacher Huang asked suddenly when he saw Zhang Yu's house when he was about to enter.

"It's from the program team, it seems to be on duty."

"On a job? Then I will get to know each other tomorrow."

The next day.

Zhang Yu didn't get up.

When I woke up, I felt uncomfortable in my throat, and then I realized that I had a cold.

After looking at the time, it was almost nine o'clock.

At this time, a bunch of staff outside the door drifted towards the gate of Zhangyuyuan from time to time.

"What's going on? Why haven't Xiao Zhang gotten up yet?" Director Yan came here for the second trip.

Zhao Kai shook his head, "I don't know, I was fine last night, and I didn't hear that I won't leave the stall today."

"What's going on?"

Zhang Yu has already gotten up now.

I took two cold medicines and two anti-inflammatory drugs.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a bunch of staff outside.

"Boss Zhang, why are you...hey, did you catch a cold?"

Zhang Yu nodded weakly.

Seeing that he had a cold, a group of staff quickly came over.

"Boss Zhang drinks more water and sleeps." Zhang Yu looked at the man and wanted to go back, but unfortunately he was bored.

Drinking water can make you feel better, why do you need medicine?

"Boss Xiao Zhang, go back quickly and have more rest."

"That's right, by the way, I remember that the cold medicine I brought was very effective."

As he was talking, Wang Can came over.

"Do you really have a cold?" Wang Can looked him up and down, "Okay, hurry up and go back and lie down, hurry up and wait to eat your soup dumpling!"

After saying that, he took a step forward and helped Zhang Yu back.

People are dizzy.

Zhang Yu was sleeping in a daze and felt someone coming in. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the person coming.

It seems to be Qi Zeqing.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the other party stretching out a hand to touch his forehead, and then a sentence came from my ear: "Come on, take medicine!"

Subconsciously opening his mouth, he felt two medicines enter his mouth, and then the water cup was close to his mouth. Zhang Yu subconsciously lowered his head and started drinking.

...

When Zhang Yu woke up again, his head was still confused, but his spirits were much better.

Looking up at the window, it was already dark.

I slept for one day without any accident.

The throat hurts, it should be inflammation.

The two cats were squatting at the head of the bed. Seeing that he was awake, the soup dumpling slowly walked towards him and sniffed. The little orange squinted his eyes and was still motionless.

Get up.

As soon as I arrived at the yard, I heard the noisy next door.

Sitting on a chair in the corridor, I was stunned for a while, and within a few minutes the door was pushed open.

"Are you awake?"

The person coming is Qi Zeqing.

Zhang Yu nodded and said nothing.

Qi Zeqing came over with a bowl. "Drink some, Teacher Huang can make porridge."

Zhang Yu smelled it, millet porridge.

Without reaching out, he opened his mouth and stared at the other person, which was very obvious.

Seeing this, Qi Zeqing had to bring a chair and sit down next to him, and fed him a spoon.

"Why did you catch a cold?" Qi Zeqing asked.

"I don't know." His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Don't turn on the air conditioner tonight."

"Not turned on!" He has not turned on the air conditioner these days. He doesn't know what happened and suddenly caught a cold.

After drinking two sips of millet porridge, Zhang Yu felt that he was slowly alive and his brain began to rotate.

"Do you feed me medicine at noon?" Zhang Yu suddenly remembered that he was in a daze, and seemed to have seen her.

Qi Zeqing nodded, "I heard you have a cold, come here to check it out at noon, and you just woke up."

After taking another bite of millet porridge, Zhang Yu didn't want to eat it anymore.

Seeing that he was like this, Qi Zeqing didn't say anything.

"Okay, lie down quickly."

Zhang Yu stood up obediently and slowly moved to the edge of the bed.

Qi Zeqing followed in.

He helped him cover the quilt and took him two more pills. "Take it first, it's almost done, I guess it's going to be better tomorrow." As he said that, he touched his forehead.

Don't burn!

"Okay, hurry up and rest." The man sat at the head of the bed without leaving.

Before he knew it, Zhang Yu slowly fell into a deep sleep, and subconsciously suddenly remembered that he had not signed in yet.

Sign in!

Regardless of what the system gave, Zhang Yu lost consciousness directly.

...

When I woke up again, it was already morning.

The sky is lightly bright.

Feel it, Zhang Yu found that he was almost well, and his throat was also slightly painful.

The spirit is much better than yesterday.

A memory suddenly appeared in my mind.

Zhang Yu browsed it and found out that it was the memory I signed in last night.

"The staple food of the chef god? Sprinkle the noodles with oil?"

Zhang Yu was stunned, and then he felt like he was opening a memory bag. The method of splashing oil on the noodles suddenly filled his brain.

Swallowed.

Unfortunately, my throat hurts today and I can’t eat spicy food, otherwise Zhang Yu would definitely try it.

Open the door and just met Zhong Chu who passed by.

"Is it better?" Zhong Chu looked him up and down.
To be continued...