Movie Variety Show: Making Friends, Daily Life, Strategy

"Aunt Song, you're thinking the wrong thing, right? What I mean is, don't add anything to my panties!"

"It's like some unethical waiters adding ingredients to customers' meals. What are you thinking, Aunt Song?"

Song Qian blushed and shook her head: "I didn't think anything, it's the same as you thought!"

Zhang Haoran chuckled.

Song Qian glared at Zhang Haoran unhappily.

As an adult, how could she not know that Zhang Haoran did it on purpose.

I simply ignored it and continued washing.

Zhang Haoran glanced at Song Qian, then went back to his room and got a few clothes drying racks.

A few minutes later, Song Qian finished washing, then took the clothes rack and put the panties on it.

"for you."

Zhang Haoran looked at Song Qian and said with a smile, "What are you doing for me? Aunt Song, you are here to work for me today, so of course you have to do it yourself."

Song Qian glanced at Zhang Haoran, said nothing, but stood up and walked towards the door.

"Where to hang it?"

Zhang Haoran made way for the door: "There is a clothes drying rack on the living room balcony."

Upon hearing this, Song Qian walked towards the balcony of the living room, and then saw the clothes rack that Zhang Haoran mentioned.

After hanging it up casually, Song Qian walked towards the bathroom again.

Zhang Haoran walked up to take a look and praised: "It's worthy of being washed by Aunt Song herself, it's so clean!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qian rolled her eyes at Zhang Haoran and went back to the bathroom to start washing clothes.

Although Zhang Haoran was praising her, she felt uncomfortable hearing this compliment.

Twenty minutes later, Song Qian finished washing the clothes and cleaned up the bathroom.

Zhang Haoran glanced at the time and found that it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning.

"Aunt Song, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

Song Qian wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand and said casually, "No need, I'll just go back and eat."

Zhang Haoran looked at Song Qian with a strange expression and said, "Aunt Song, you must have misunderstood me. I will eat whatever you eat for lunch."

Song Qian paused noticeably after hearing this.

She thought Zhang Haoran said this to mean cooking or going out to buy food.

It turns out that Zhang Haoran eats whatever she eats.

"I work for you, and you can't even afford me a meal?" Song Qian smoothed the hair stuck to her face, looked at Zhang Haoran and joked with a smile.

"Yes! But I'm afraid you won't eat it."

Song Qian was a little curious after hearing this: "What is it?"

Zhang Haoran looked at Song Qian and smiled, then said casually, "Oh, nothing, just eating raw sea cucumbers, large intestine sashimi, and the like."

"If Aunt Song doesn't like it, I still have a big stick of meat here, but it has been frozen for 20 years and is frozen hard."

After hearing this, Song Qian knew that Zhang Haoran did it on purpose.

She didn't expect that Zhang Haoran had such a strong desire for revenge.

But what is this big stick of meat?

After thinking about it in her mind, she still couldn't figure out what kind of meat this thing was.

So Song Qian looked at Zhang Haoran and asked, "What kind of meat is this big stick of meat?"

Zhang Haoran smiled and did not answer the question: "Aunt Song will know later, let's cook first."

Song Qian was a little helpless, but still walked towards the kitchen.

Who made her owe Zhang Haoran the conditions!

The two of them had a casual lunch. Song Qian rested for a while and then started to clean up.

But what made her feel uncomfortable was that the weather was too hot and she would sweat profusely just by moving casually.

What's more, she was wearing a tight, long yoga suit, which made her even hotter.

Song Qian was sweating profusely just after cleaning the table.

Zhang Haoran looked at Song Qian and advised, "Aunt Song, why don't you go back and change to something cooler? Don't let the heat really get you sick."

Song Qian hesitated for a moment, but looked at Zhang Haoran and refused: "No, I'll go back after I finish mopping the floor for you."

Zhang Haoran stopped trying to persuade her after hearing this. He looked at Song Qian and said, "Okay then. I'll close the window and turn on the air conditioner for you."

After saying that, as if he had just remembered, he continued, "Oh, by the way, after finishing this, there are still four sets left, no rush!"

Song Qian was stunned after hearing this. She looked at Zhang Haoran and asked, "What do you mean there are four more sets?"

Zhang Haoran chuckled and explained, "House, after cleaning this one, there are still four houses waiting for Aunt Song to clean up!"

"Isn't it this one?"

Zhang Haoran shook his head: "When did I say one?"

Song Qian fell silent after hearing this. Zhang Haoran indeed didn't say a word.

It's just that she mistook it for one.

"Next time, make this clear."

Hearing Song Qian's calm voice, Zhang Haoran chuckled.

"Heh..., Aunt Song, if you feel unhappy, you don't have to do it. I'm not forcing you!"

"It's you and your daughter who need me to act as a lubricant, not you and your daughter. We need to understand the relationship between supply and demand."

Song Qian fell silent again, ignored Zhang Haoran, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Zhang Haoran closed the window, turned on the air conditioner, and lowered the temperature.

We still need to take care of her to some extent. What if she gets hurt and becomes sick from playing around, and she doesn't come anymore in the future?

After finishing, Zhang Haoran sat on the sofa and watched Song Qian busy herself.

After Song Qian came out of the bathroom, she keenly noticed that Zhang Haoran had turned on the air conditioner.

He gave Zhang Haoran a complicated look, then started packing up in silence.

Although this boy deliberately tormented her, he still had some conscience.

However, even though the air conditioner was on, Song Qian was still sweating.

Zhang Haoran didn't bother to care. If Song Qian wanted to be stubborn, she could be stubborn. He wasn't hot anyway.

Looking at Song Qian squatting there wiping the floor, sweating profusely, Zhang Haoran suddenly laughed.

Song Qian looked over subconsciously and saw Zhang Haoran smiling at her.

I looked at myself and felt relieved after finding nothing wrong.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, I suddenly remembered the adjective for hot in our Northeast."

"Other places might describe it as sweating profusely or being hot all over, but we in the Northeast have our own adjectives."

Song Qian asked curiously, "What adjective?"

Zhang Haoran looked at Song Qian, holding back his laughter, and said, "My head is sweating, and my trouser pockets are sweating."

Song Qian was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, lowered her head and looked at her crotch, her face visibly reddening.

Because she was indeed covered in sweat, just as Zhang Haoran said.

Especially the underwear, which was soaked by sweat.

Zhang Haoran quickly explained, "Aunt Song, don't let your imagination run wild. I wasn't staring at your drum. This is just an adjective."

Song Qian is not a child, how could she believe something just because of a few words from others?

After taking a careful look at herself, Song Qian finally felt relieved.

Apart from the traces of her underwear caused by sweat, she was not exposed.