Song Nanchen glanced at Sang Wanzhou, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes towards Xiao Fubao.
Although he doesn't know how to wear various complicated hairstyles like his wife.
But he can still do a simple double ponytail.
Sure enough, this is the difference between people who have been fathers and people who have never been fathers.
"What's the mission you got?" Song Nanchen skipped the topic of hair and asked casually.
Lu Zhaoxi: "We pick fruits in an orchard."
Ji Yucheng: "Our family is herding sheep."
Song Nanchen: "Then we weren't drawn together? We are harvesting vegetables. What about you, Sang Wanzhou?"
Sang Wanzhou: "."
Sang Wanzhou was silent for a few seconds before reluctantly speaking: "Feed all the livestock in the feeding area and clean the feeding area."
Everyone: "." As expected of you.
Song Nanchen immediately came out to smooth things over: "Haha, little Fubao must be very happy, right? You can see so many little animals."
Little Fubao raised his head, his big round eyes full of excitement: "Yeah!"
Sang Wanzhou: "."
[Hahahahaha, look at Sang Wanzhou’s face, it’s exactly the same as Xiao Fubao’s expression when he knew what kind of hairstyle he had. 】
[Sang Wanzhou: Thank you, you are happy, but I am not happy at all.]
[Hahahaha, I won’t go anywhere or do anything today, I’ll just stay in the live broadcast room! I want to see if Sang Wanzhou, a germaphobe, can stand this task! 】
It was almost time for several people to meet and chat, so they took their Zaizai away one after another.
Sang Wanzhou led little Fubao to the entrance of the village, only to see an old scalper cart parked at the entrance of the village.
Xiao Fubao's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Grandma!"
The driver of the cattle cart turned his head when he heard the familiar voice and saw that it was Xiao Fubao. A smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "It's you, baby, are you going to the breeding farm?"
The person driving the oxcart was none other than the old lady who showed little Fubao the way to pick wild vegetables yesterday afternoon.
Xiao Fubao let go of Sang Wanzhou's hand and ran to the old lady.
“Thank you grandma for the pie and grapes, they were so delicious!”
The old grandma was amused by her words and laughed: "Good boy, if you like to eat, go back with grandma tonight to get some to eat!"
Before Xiao Fubao could answer, the photographer in charge of the shooting coughed lightly and reminded: "Well, the program team has regulations that they will have something to eat only after they have finished their work, and the villagers cannot give food to them privately."
As soon as the photography brother finished speaking, he saw the old lady put on a serious face, her tone changed drastically, and she said fiercely: "What's going on with your program group? How come there is such a rule? You don't know about the breeding in our Wangu Village?
How big is the farm, isn't it? How can one adult and one baby complete a day's work? If he doesn't give him anything to eat until he's done, do you want the baby to starve to death?"
Photographer: "." That's unfair! This inhumane rule was not made by me!
[Hahahaha, our little Fubao also has a backstage! Grandma is so powerful and domineering!]
[Grandma: This doll is the one I’m covering! Who dares not to feed my baby?! Who dares to stop me from feeding my baby?! I’ll beat you to death!]
[Hahahaha, grandma is awesome! Grandma is domineering! With grandma here, our little Fubao won’t be afraid of going hungry!]
After finishing her retort, the old lady bent over and picked up the little Fu Bao and put it on the oxcart. While hugging him, she said, "Don't be afraid. When it's over, I'll go home with you to get the pie. No one dares to say anything."