Feng Yin was preparing for supper, Lan Tian leaned over with a bag of shrimps and opened his pocket.
“Living shrimps are so fresh. I bought them from the fishing boat outside.”
Feng Yin looked down and said in agreement: “How do you want to eat?”
“Baiyu prawns? I only know how to eat them, but I don’t know how to make them.”
Blue sky, who was telling the truth, was waiting for Feng Yin’s command.
“It’s quite fresh, so tender, just burn it. Do you want to urinate first?”
Feng Yin finished speaking, and continued to process the vegetables in his hand, cutting them what should be cut and chopping them.
“Put it? Can you eat it if you put it in your urine?”
“Everyone needs to put it in your urine, it won’t be delicious if you don’t put it in your urine.”
Feng Yin didn’t feel any ambiguity in her words. She continued to concentrate on handling the dishes, but she didn’t see Lantian’s entangled expression.
Blue sky stared at a bag of shrimps and felt her lower abdomen.
“Will it work? No now.”
“What’s there?”
Feng Yin finally tilted his head and saw Lan Tian’s twisted and awkward expressions and body language.
“Lantian, what I mean is putting urine for shrimps, not your urine in the shrimps.”
Lantian’s expression was frozen and he raised an embarrassing smile.
“I know, I know!”
After brushing, Lan Tian ran away with the shrimp.
Feng Yin couldn’t bear it and laughed out loud.
At around nine o’clock in the evening, Cheng Yanqiu ended today’s shooting.
He was so tired that he was the first thing he did when he came back was to lean on Feng Yin.
Feng Yin, who was sitting on the sofa in the RV, let Cheng Yanqiu lie on her lap.
“Close your eyes.”
“Yeah.”
Cheng Yanqiu closed his eyes obediently and felt Feng Yin’s fingers pressing on his head.
He nodded comfortably and began to relax.
Sleepy came and Cheng Yanqiu fell asleep.