To the west of Mengjia Village is a continuous field with undulating hillsides, all of which have been reclaimed and planted with tea trees by the local people. The soil at the beginning of spring is wet and soft, and the tender green grass has been swaying gently with the breeze. In the tender grass, there is a kind of wild vegetable called "shallot" by the local people. "this is Allium macrostemon. It is very delicious to make egg fried rice." Ji Yaoguang's voice was a little excited. she walked easily across the small ditch at the edge of the field, pulled up a plant of Allium macrostemon and waved to Changyu. She hardly ever went to the ground, and her knowledge of wild vegetables came from the recipes and plant maps she had seen, and she searched everywhere with a strong memory. "Let's pick some Allium macrostemon and go back. What kind of wild vegetables do you need with it?"

Chang Yu naturally had no objection to what Ji Yaoguang said, but two people forgot to bring a bag when they went out, and one of them grabbed a handful of them, which looked quite funny. Liu ran, holding the camera, was giggling in the resting air, which attracted the attention of Ji Yaoguang. I saw the goddess walking towards her step by step with long legs, blooming a charming smile, a thump in her heart, and a numb inductance spread all over her limbs. Liu ran-cai thought that he had changed back to being a shy boy when he first saw a beautiful female teacher in puberty, so he heard Ji Yaoguang say, "Brother Liu, your pocket is bigger. Let us put Allium macrostemon."

"." Liu ran looked down at the shallot in his pocket and said to himself, "everything the goddess says is right."

It is said that filming the program is very much like going back to nature and giving yourself a holiday when your nerves are tense. A road was built in the middle of the field, and from time to time I saw small tricycles protruding past, men with hoes weeding weeds in the field, and three or two children sneaking out of the school running and flying kites. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I didn't feel any discomfort, but relaxed wholeheartedly. Ji Yaoguang turned her head and looked at Chang Yu's deep eyes. I don't know how long she had looked at herself. Were it not for the handful of wild vegetables in her hand, she would like to walk in the countryside holding Changyu's hand.

Chang Yu withdrew his eyes and smiled and said, "Let's go back."

The spring water is melting at the beginning and the spring breeze is just right. If you want to say that the only thing you want at this time is that there is no end to this road, you can walk all the way to your old age. Ji Yaoguang nodded thoughtfully. She looked at Changyu's face with a little dust, then raised her hand and realized that as soon as she wiped her sleeve, she might have become a pussy cat. Itching in her heart, she wanted to see the lovely appearance of Changyu, who was used to being cold, but when she realized that she was followed by Liu ran, she was out of breath again. There are some things that can't be shown to others.

Turn an intersection, you can see the "time Inn", Ji Yaoguang's pace gradually quickened, suddenly heard a long voice shouting, an uncle riding a tricycle hurriedly pressed the brake. There was some wood in the back of the tricycle. When he caught a glimpse of Chang Yu's eyes, Ji Yaoguang stepped forward and said, "Uncle, where are you going with this wood?"

As soon as the uncle saw the beautiful girl ask, he said with a simple and honest smile, "are you talking about these bits and pieces?" It was pulled out and dealt with uniformly. "

"lobular red sandalwood, Huanghua pear, red sandalwood." Chang Yu walked up to Ji Yaoguang and asked, "Uncle, do you sell this waste?"

"Little girl, do you have any research on this?" When the uncle saw that Chang Yu accurately said the type of wood, his eyes were full of surprise. He patted the tricycle and said with a smile, "it was supposed to be dealt with. If you need it, you can take it yourself. You don't have to bargain about the price."

"Thank you, uncle." Ji Yaoguang said nothing more, thanked him and stuffed the Allium macrostemon in Liu ran's hood, while she began to choose some relatively complete wood. At the beginning of her acquaintance with Changyu, she thought that a cold temperament like Changyu must be the type of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she had no idea that she was satisfied with the flying sawdust. Half of the bookshelves at home are her ancient books by Yao Guang, while the other are books such as design and woodworking read by Chang Yu. The task of going out to shoot the program made her gradually away from her hobbies. I didn't expect to encounter a big surprise here. After calculating the amount of time Ji Yaoguang spent here, Ji Yaoguang didn't take too much wood and waved to the kind-hearted uncle. she turned her head and smiled happily at Changyu.

By the time they dillydillingly returned to the inn, the masters had already arrived, drinking hot tea leisurely, as if they were not worried about their own expenses at all. When they saw Ji Yaoguang coming back, they thought they had found such a good thing. As a result, they sighed again after a glance at wood.

"there's a kitchen. You don't have to burn wood. Why are you two back with this?"

"what do you know?" Ji Yaoguang glared at Bo Yu angrily and snorted.

"Mr. Ji, you, me, you have dirt on your face." Jiang Yusheng, who had been sitting quietly to one side, stood up. She glared nervously at Ji Yaoguang and could not even speak neatly. He simply approached his mouth, took out a wet towel from his pocket, and walked up to Ji Yaoguang to wipe her face.

Ji Yaoguang was startled by her action and hurriedly took a step back.

Chang Yu pursed her lips, and she glanced at Ji Yaoguang with a meaningful light in her eyes.

"Let me wipe your face." Ji Yaoguang put the wood in his arms to one side and whispered.

"No." Chang Yu snorted, probably realizing that her voice was too cold, and she added, "look at your hands. I'll do it myself."

The room fell into a treacherous silence, and the first to break the atmosphere was Jiang Yusheng's voice that seemed to be about to cry.

"Mr. Chang, Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I, I" she bowed to Chang Yu and said nervously, "I don't mean anything else. I just like Mr. Ji very much, but not like that. I just" I turned my eyes to Bian Yu like asking for help.