The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

The two chatted while watching the fire. With them around, there was nothing else to do except Mu Kunyou, Bai Menggui, and Lin Shengpu who took turns chopping wood.

Grandma Hua Cui and Old Man Guanghui sat on chairs in the corridor, eating fruit and watching them having fun.

Their children are all grown up, and this is a critical period when they have to take care of the elderly and the young, and the physical pressure is very high.

The next generation of grandchildren are also in the learning stage of their lives. The thick piles of homework they have to do every day make the older generation quite dumbfounded.

While recording, the noise around them makes them happier. After all, there is no elderly person who does not enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by their children. Too much silence would be lonely for them.

Corn and sweet potatoes were ready faster than beggar's chicken. The two of them took the tongs and clumsily moved the two types out bit by bit.

Worried that everyone was full and digesting the food, they didn’t make too much, just enough for people to try out the flavor.

The roasted sweet potatoes and corn have a sweet aroma, which is completely different from the taste in the wok in the kitchen.

The old man and Grandma Hua Cui shared a not-so-big sweet potato, which was cut in half.

It is placed on a small plate and comes with chopsticks to prevent burns and for easy eating.

The old man Guanghui was helpless and he laughed.

"Wow, this generation of young people has so many different ways of eating sweet potatoes."

He smiled brightly, with the wrinkles between his eyebrows wrinkled together, and he looked at Grandma Hua Cui.

In their time, even roasting sweet potatoes and corns was done by throwing them directly into the fire.

It turns black when burned, and it's good enough if it doesn't turn into charcoal. It still tastes delicious after you shake off the ashes.

Unlike the kids nowadays who still wrap food in aluminum foil and eat with chopsticks.

Youqu was holding her own small plate and eating happily. When she heard the old man's words, she looked up, her eyebrows moved slightly, and her eyes were full of joy.

It has been so many years since I last had authentic roasted sweet potatoes, and the taste is still the same as I remember.

She swallowed the sweet potato filling in her mouth. The strands of hair by her ears swayed slightly in the cool autumn breeze. She used her free little finger to tuck her hair behind her ears.

And that glorious old man raised the small plate in his hand with a gentle attitude.

"I'm afraid I'll burn you. This way it's more convenient and won't dirty your hands."

She repeated the action of eating sweet potatoes with chopsticks in front of the glorious old man, and it was indeed very elegant.

The glorious old man shook his head. At his age, he had long since detached himself from worldly views and only pursued his own freedom.

As long as you live comfortably, you don’t care what others say.

"I'm still used to eating it the old way."

It’s not that old man Guanghui didn’t want to show his support, but after using the chopsticks for a few times, he felt something was wrong and couldn’t get used to it no matter how hard he tried.

He is used to being a soldier, and that roughness is ingrained in his bones and cannot be changed.

Grandma Hua Cui was a little better. She only knew about this way of eating when she followed the young people. It was quite convenient, but it was still troublesome to wash several more pairs of chopsticks afterwards.

The corn was wrapped in tin foil. Although it was not burnt, it was dry due to the fire.

Perhaps this kind of roasting locks in the moisture, giving it a different taste than boiled or steamed corn.

Each person is given half a corn. Use chopsticks to pierce the middle of the corn cob and string them together to make a corn stick.

Eating it this way is convenient and doesn't get your hands dirty.

Grandma Hua Cui and Old Man Guanghui ate with the young people and learned a lot.

They are considered to be the older ones with a higher ability to accept things. Although they make fun of the new things they are doing, they still do them.

It is a thousand times better than those stubborn old people who always pour cold water on others.

[Amusement Park King: I think it’s best if the elderly don’t spoil the fun. It’s rare that I spend money to go out and play, and I don’t want to spend money and then have to complain. ]

【Suijuejueba: Yeah, isn’t there a famous news recently about the team that doesn’t spoil the fun and goes out to play with the elderly? I heard that they went through a lot of running-in before they got to this state. 】

【Loquat Dew: When my elders want to take them out to play, they always say that the economy is bad and they need to save money. 】

[Mysterious Rhapsody: My elders are the same. People of our generation believe in enjoying life and not being trapped by money.]

[Muzi Li: The person above is obviously a young man who just graduated not long ago. If you are middle-aged, you dare to give it a try. Life is not that simple.]

【Use nunchakus quickly: Alas, I have old people to take care of and children to take care of. The old man is sick these days and needs to pay for it. The children need to take tutoring classes in a few days. There are also two mountains of car loans and mortgages. I am an ordinary person, with no money and no power. Who doesn't want to enjoy life, but I don't have the ability to do so. 】

A long barrage of comments floated by, triggering the deep melancholy in the hearts of many netizens.

Prices are rising day by day, and it's good enough if the salary is not low. If it remains unchanged, the pressure of life will become greater and greater.

Mo Hepu held his cheek in the monitoring room, feeling helpless in the face of this situation.

Everyone is bound to face economic pressure, and he is not a big shot in the regime who can control capital.

He is just a wealthy man with some assets. The only thing he can do is to manage his employees and daily living expenses.

By the time they finished eating the sweet potatoes and corn, it was almost time for the beggar's chicken to come out.

The originally brown beggar's chicken had been burned into light gray in the charcoal fire.

They used tongs to pull it out bit by bit and knocked on the outer shell, which made a dull ceramic sound.

But this thing was too heavy, and they couldn't open it and eat it on the ground.

After a bit of discussion, they began the difficult journey of moving the beggar's chicken.

First, I took a slightly thicker wooden board. There were plenty of them, so I used it as a pad. After eating, I would wash it clean and continue to do other things.

Put the beggar's chicken on the wooden board directly on the dining table and open it. This way you don't have to worry about burning the table. When you are done eating, you can pour the remaining remains directly into the trash can, saving the time of cleaning.

The mud was dense enough and the fire was burning fiercely enough, so it took a lot of effort to break open the outer layer of soil.

After peeling off layer by layer, a layer of soil, a layer of tin foil, and a layer of lotus leaves, the aroma of chicken gradually spread throughout the restaurant.

The brown chicken was shiny and oily, and it broke apart with just a flick of the chopsticks.

This unique method gives the chicken a light lotus leaf fragrance while still making it fresh and tender.