The three of them didn't communicate much throughout the whole process, they were all busy wrapping up the things in their hands.
The dough was all planned by Sang Mizhou. If the dough is gone, everything that will be used tomorrow will be wrapped.
The buns were wrapped until nine o'clock, and the buns were almost wrapped. Sang Mizhou urged Xiao Fubao to take a bath first, and he would just wrap the rest.
Little Fubao was also obedient and went upstairs to get his pajamas and came down to the bathroom to take a bath.
Sang Mizhou twisted his stiff neck, shook his sore hands, raised his head and looked at the photographer: "Shouldn't you be getting off work? Are you still not leaving?"
Although the buns here are almost finished, there are still quite a lot of shaomai over there.
If he had done it alone, he would have done it very late.
The photography guy shook his head: "It's okay, I'll help you with it for a while."
As he finished making the last bun in his hand, he stood up, leaned forward, took half of the dumpling wrappers in Sang Mizhou's hand, followed his example, first kneaded the fillings into a small ball, and then put it into the dumplings.
Pinch the center of the skin.
This is much easier than making buns.
Since someone wants to help, Sang Mizhou will naturally not refuse.
By the time Xiao Fubao came out from the bath, it was already half past nine.
She originally wanted to help wrap the Shaomai for a while, but Sang Mizhou ruthlessly drove her upstairs to sleep.
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The next morning, before the alarm clock rang, little Fubao had already woken up.
The most important thing is that she didn't do anything in the hospital for the past three days. She ate, slept, ate, and slept a little too long, which made her wake up extra early recently.
Little Fubao got out of bed lightly, took out his clothes from the suitcase, took them to the bathroom downstairs, changed them, and washed himself.
As soon as I walked out of the bathroom and turned on the monitor, a piercing alarm sounded from upstairs.
Because there is no surveillance in the room upstairs, the audience cannot see what Sang Mizhou looks like at this time.
[Hahahaha! The sound of the alarm clock is too loud. I wonder if Uncle Sang is so angry when he wakes up. I guess you will hear the sound of the alarm clock being smashed soon.]
[My little baby really woke up as early as ever! No, it was earlier! He was already up before the alarm clock went off. Did he really get enough sleep? 】
[I heard that being frightened can easily lead to light and restless sleep. Could it be that the little baby has sequelae from the incident last time? 】
But when the audience looked at her mental state, it didn't look like she didn't sleep enough or didn't sleep well.
Xiao Fubao put on the microphone and waved towards the monitor: "Good morning everyone!"
【Good morning, little baby!】
[The little baby looks very energetic! It doesn’t seem to be affected by that day at all, which is great!]
[Little baby, morning, morning! Sure enough, my baby’s morning has become so different when I see it. I feel like my energy and energy are back! 】
While the audience in the live broadcast room was still greeting Xingfubao, the alarm clock upstairs stopped and was replaced by the sound of slow footsteps.
A slender and familiar figure slowly appeared in the corner of the live broadcast room screen.
Sang Mizhou had already changed his clothes and staggered downstairs in his slippers. He yawned with his eyes half-opened and a dull hair on the top of his head. He looked inexplicably cute.
One hand was scratching his hair, and the other hand was slowly buttoning his shirt.
He found Xiao Fubao standing under the monitor again and asked casually: "Have you turned on the monitor?"