He Xiangdong was still persuading: "It's okay, I'll invite you this time. I will find two good methods for you. I can guarantee that the service of the uncle is thoughtful, and your balls will definitely be rubbed."

Xue Guo was almost stunned and was not in a state of depression. She opened her mouth and sprayed: "Get out and rub your uncle."

He Xiangdong said: "Hey, I said, why don't you know the good people's hearts?"

Xue Guo cursed: "Get out."

Mr. Hou San also came over with two bowls of noodles at this time: "Hey, what are you talking about? It seems to be very happy."

He Xiangdong explained: "Isn't this Spring Festival Gala program killed? Xue Guo was a little unhappy, and then said she wanted to go to the bathhouse to have a shower and have fun."

Mr. Hou San put the noodles on the table: "Come on, try it, fried noodles, I'll get the sauce. I said, why do you young people's hobbies look like old men, and you're happy to scrub the shower? What's so happy about this thing?"

He Xiangdong replied: "Hey, this is not the bathing master, even the eggs are rubbed. Xue Guo said she wanted to relax."

After hearing this, Master Hou San almost fell to the ground.

Xue Guo's face turned red. He regretted it now. He shouldn't have joked like this in front of this bastard. Now this grandson is getting it.

Mr. Hou looked at Xue Guo in shock, glanced at his lower body several times, and finally said earnestly: "Guo'er, what, that kind of place is not there. Alas, it's time to find a girlfriend, let me introduce you to my godfather tomorrow."

"No, not what you thought." Xue Guo was anxious.

Mr. Hou San pressed his hands and said, "I can understand it, it's okay, I can understand it. Although you have a special interest, I can understand it. Children who are fine are not a big problem."

Xue Guo was almost crying.

He Xiangdong's face turned red with a smile, and he could hardly bear it.

"Your uncle, I'll fight with you." Xue Guo pressed on He Xiangdong's body, and his hands were about to pinch He Xiangdong's neck.

He Xiangdong was still shouting without knowing the truth: "I'm not a bathing master, it's useless to press on me. Uncle Hou saved me, and Xue Guo was sick again. Help, help me."

"Shut up, your uncle."

Mr. Hou looked at the two of them speechlessly. He was worried that these two children would not be able to stand the blow this time. He thought a lot of comforting words, but the two little bastards were so careless that they were worried.

Mr. Hou San went to the kitchen to serve the sauce. Others cut the meat into small dice to make it. So after boiling it, they only saw the meat smell, but they couldn't taste the meat. He cut the meat into large pieces about the same size as braised pork, and then slowly boiled it. So when he chewed it, he slowly filled the meat in his mouth, which was very satisfying and satisfying.

"Come on, okay, stop beating, hurry up and make some noodles with sauce, otherwise it will be cold later." Mr. Hou urged the two of them.

Xue Guo then got off He Xiangdong, picked up the noodle bowl with anger and ate the noodles. She also made several spoonfuls of sauce in her bowl. It seemed that she was very angry.

He Xiangdong was still laughing, as if he could see Xue Guo sulking, and he only took the noodle bowl after laughing, ate it in big mouthfuls, and said to Master Hou San while eating: "Uncle Master, the fried noodles you made are amazing. I have been in Beijing for more than two years and have eaten a lot of fried noodles. Your skills are definitely top-notch."

Mr. Hou San himself didn't eat noodles, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't hold me up. Just eat more if you taste delicious. If you taste delicious, eat more. If you don't have enough, there will be more."

He Xiangdong nodded quickly, his head almost stuffed into the noodle bowl.

Mr. Hou San looked at the two of them, thought about it, and decided to comfort him: "Although you have not passed the fifth trial this time, it is not easy for you to get to this point. As young people who have been fighting for the Spring Festival Gala for the first time, it is already very rare to have the result."

"It's normal not to pass it. I've watched your program, and it's all good. But to be honest, there are many changes in it, and it's also considered a lot. The Spring Festival Gala is not a ring, nor does it mean that those with strong abilities can definitely pass the level."

"So, this time it's not your fault, it's time for you, and it's time for you to come back next time. You've been showing your face anyway. Many seniors from the crosstalk world have asked me about you, and you've been attracted by their eyes. Although you can't go to the Spring Festival Gala this time, after the New Year, I will arrange other TV programs for you, so there is no need to worry about anything. I think others can't talk much this time. Your strength is here after all."

He Xiangdong ate noodles and listened silently to Master Hou San. He has a good attitude now. The Spring Festival Gala is amazing just a party. What artists need to rely on their solid strength and serious attitude to make art. If you fantasize about a party every day and become popular at night, it would be a bit of a cart before the horse.

Xue Guo put down the noodle bowl and looked heavy. He asked, "It's nothing to eliminate us, but I just want to know why we were eliminated."

Mr. Hou looked at He Xiangdong. He Xiangdong was still indifferent to his deputy. He nodded slightly and then explained to Xue Guo: "I have also gone to inquire about this. The review team said that your crosstalk is too traditional and said that he was afraid that the audience would not accept it, so he knocked it off."

Xue Guo's face was tightly tight: "Is there really no one listening to traditional crosstalk?"

He Xiangdong finally put down the noodle bowl and said, "Gua'er, don't listen to those laymen's nonsense. You know whether the audience likes to listen to traditional crosstalk. When did we say crosstalk, the audience's response was not good?"

Xue Guo hesitated and said, "But it is true that no one listens to traditional folk art and traditional crosstalk now."

He Xiangdong said coldly: "No one can only say that those artists are useless. Why do artists have a problem with art?"

"Hey." Master Hou San frowned and reminded He Xiangdong, asking him to pay attention to his words.

Xue Guo lowered her head silently and stopped talking. To be honest, the death of the Spring Festival Gala this time had a big blow to him. After all, he had reached the fifth trial, and was just a little bit away from the real stage, but he died here. How could he accept it?

"Oh," He Xiangdong said: "Gua'er, you don't have to be sad. They don't like our crosstalk, they can only say that they don't understand. As long as we speak crosstalk steadily, one day they will beg us to go to the Spring Festival Gala."

Xue Guo shook her head and laughed at herself: "Stop teasing, how is that possible?"

Mr. Hou San didn't believe He Xiangdong's words at all. The Spring Festival Gala is the best publicity platform for artists. So no matter how big you are, even if it is so big, the Spring Festival Gala will only invite you at most. It is impossible to have such things as asking artists to go to the Spring Festival Gala.

He just thought it was just an angry voice when He Xiangdong was the child, but He Xiangdong's eyes were extremely firm. To be continued.
Chapter completed!