In the backyard of the church, a truck had already transported bricks. They needed to put the bricks in a small cart, and then move from the small cart to the designated location and place them.

Life is not difficult, it’s just tiring. And it’s noon now, with the Mediterranean climate, the summer is hot and dry, and the sun is hot.

Italy is a little better than some construction sites in China, but it is normal to move bricks and get sunburned, and it is also dusty. It’s okay to move a few pieces, but it’s obvious that there are two trucks in the backyard!

With such a large workload, can she really complete the delicate female artist like Xia Siyu?

Sure enough, before the program team could ask, the pastor of the church over there was a little confused: "Can you do it?"

Although the audience did not know Italian, they understood the general meaning when they saw his puzzled and embarrassed eyes.

Bo Yan also looked at her, and Xia Siyu nodded vigorously, afraid that he would not believe it, so she rolled up her sleeves to show the muscles on her arm.

If she hadn't sneezed later, the credibility of this action would have been a little bit higher.

The priest shook his head and then left, and the two of them officially worked.

Xia Siyu jumped into the car first, handed it out one by one, then Bo Yan caught it, put it in the cart, and the two pushed it over together, and the code was good.

Many netizens who watched the live broadcast were really preparing to take out a loan to laugh at the show. But when she saw her jumping up and jumping down, she was very hard when she pushed the cart and did not act lazy. The sun was hot, and at 1:00 in the afternoon, the sun was above her head. Now it is summer again, and the subtitle group thoughtfully posted the temperature in the later stage: the temperature in Italy was 35 degrees, and the surface temperature exceeded 40.

In such a hot weather, the two of them were soaked in sweat before they could move on for a few rounds.

Although there is no scene of domestic concrete mixers roaring and cement trucks coming in and out, it is finally repairing, scaffolding, bricklayers, lime cement, and many other things. Wearing a mask makes you feel dust coming.

Bo Yan doesn't care. He is a man and is much stronger than a girl. Moreover, he is in the Bo family and his parents have passed away since childhood. Although he has no worries about food and clothing, he has suffered a lot. When he was a child, his grandfather sent him to learn martial arts and sports, and he also sweated against the sun.

What he was worried about was Xia Siyu.

Just when he saw two trucks of bricks, he thought that if Xia Siyu couldn't hold on, it would be fine for him to clean up by himself.

But what is rare is that Xia Siyu really does things with sincerity. When he moved the cart by himself, he felt that she was really trying hard behind her.

The two of them worked silently for more than an hour. During the rest period, they replenished more water so as not to faint from heatstroke. Xia Siyu took off her gloves when she was resting. The camera lens was obviously able to capture it, and several blisters appeared on her white palms.

Xia Siyu poked it a little, it should have hurt a little, but she didn't say a word, continued to put on her gloves, pretended to be nothing, and drank water to rest.

Bo Yan saw it and his eyebrows frowned slightly. When the work continued, Bo Yan walked up to her first and stopped her: "You go and rest."

Xia Siyu glanced at him in confusion. Bo Yan did not stop and only gave her a back: "This is the business of men."

The next second, Xia Siyu took a few steps quickly and walked side by side with him: "Sorry, women can do it too."
Chapter completed!