Song Zhiwei hummed a small song.
When they returned to the courtyard, several other groups of guests did not come back and were still working in the fields.
After Shen Jingmo came back, he went straight into the kitchen, peeled pineapple and cut meat.
The smoke from the chimney in the courtyard rose from the yard, full of the smell of fireworks.
Song Zhiyuan came back from outside and smelled the aroma of the food. “Is there anything I can help?”
“Yes, Professor Song will help me taste the taste.” Shen Jingmo pushed the prepared pineapple gulp meat to Song Zhiyuan, “I learned it from a senior, I am afraid that the taste is not well controlled.”
“I can also try it for you to avoid poisoning my sister.” Song Zhiwei snatched the chopsticks in front of Song Zhiyuan and tasted it.
Song Zhiyuan asked curiously, “How is the taste?”
“It’s more average, it’s impossible to compare with what my father made. Sister, you shouldn’t eat it.” Song Zhiwei shook his head with an indescribable expression.
[Director Song can make pineapple gulp meat. Is the senior in King Shen’s mouth Song? 】
[It is not difficult to see that Sister Song and Emperor Shen don’t call. You CP fans are still here to eat candy. Is the senior necessarily Director Song? There are quite a few seniors who have worked with the best actors. 】
[It is not difficult to see that Sister Song really doesn’t call Shen Jingmo. From beginning to end, Sister Song treats Emperor Shen as her younger brother and deliberately keeps a distance from Emperor Shen. 】
“Sister, what did you do just now?” Song Zhiwei said with concern after realizing it.
“Go and buy purple potion, both of your hands were cut by the thorns of snake skin fruit. Don’t worry about disinfection.”
Before Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, Song Zhiwei had already reached his hand in front of his sister.
Song Zhiwei’s hands are very slender, like comic hand, but the back of his hands is a tiny scar that was scratched when he was working today.
Song Zhiyuan dipped a cotton swab with purple potion and gently wiped it on the back of Song Zhiwei’s hand. After both hands were wiped, Song Zhiyuan looked at Shen Jingmo silently, “Mr. Shen, you can do it yourself, I’ll help you.”
Shen Jingmo naturally turned off the fire, “Please trouble Professor Song.”
“I can help you too.” Song Zhiwei secretly poked and bit his back teeth. Shen Jingmo’s pussy was deliberately approaching his sister.
Song Zhiyuan shook her head helplessly. It was a blessing that these two people didn’t fight on the show. Why did they have been like happy enemies since childhood?
“You dry the potion and move, I’ll do it.” Song Zhiyuan helped Shen Jingmo apply medicine.
On the way to the medicine, Song Zhiyuan’s eyes fell on the man’s arm where he rolled up his sleeves.
A scar that was vaguely visible on his little arm was cut by Shen Jingmo when he was filming a martial arts scene. At that time, the entire glass was pierced into the flesh and blood. Even if it was healed, it left a scar.
In the dream, Song ZhiyuanI have also seen this scar. At that time, something happened to the Song family. Shen Jingmo took her to an apartment to settle. She also witnessed it with her own eyes when Shen Jingmo helped her pack her things.
Song Zhiyuan slowly pulled back her mood and packed up the cotton swab and purple potion.
After dinner, everyone got together.
Ma Tao appeared among the crowd, “After everyone’s three days of hard work, each set of flags has been inserted into our fruit nine-grid map, and we will announce the game results next.”
“So far, only one group has been connected into a straight line on the map.”
“Congratulations to Professor Song’s group, connected into a straight line. Not only that, Professor Song’s group is also the group that has captured the most orchards.”
“Professor Song’s group received two thousand yuan of tourism funds provided by our program team.”
“I really want to follow Sister Song. Sister Song, do you lack brothers? I can carry your bag tomorrow.” Cheng Yuhan usually likes to joke the most.
“No need, don’t disturb me, thank you.” Song Zhiwei crossed his legs and played with the rattan chair under him.