I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

"If my brother can watch it, can I too?"

She was silent, so Yan Yue put down the biscuits and asked again.

Kyocera ruffled her hair and casually changed the subject: "Next time, and your cookies, would you like to try a different flavor?"

She was distracted by the mention of cookies. After a moment's thought, she nodded obediently, "Well, I think they're all chocolate flavored."

Because Kyocera loves chocolate the most, almost all of her snacks are chocolate flavored.

Anyway, she likes whatever her sister likes.

"okay."

Quite easy to coax.

^

"Here we come! Hurry up and move in. There's no one inside. Please make way if you come near."

The half-closed door was kicked open with great force, and the smell of blood mixed with loud shouts.

The guests were seated not close to the door, but on the right side of the entrance.

A group of people moved the cut pork into the kitchen, and the mothers-in-law and aunts who were cooking went up happily to get the meat.

As the crowd dispersed, Fu Guanqing changed his cool and handsome appearance, walked over limply, sat on the chair, and poured himself a glass of water.

Pang Zhuohua's condition was much better than his, but he still had a smell on his body.

Fu Guanqing drank three bowls of water in a row before he said weakly, "I'm going to take a shower before coming back. I stink so much. I'll never catch pigs again in my life."

Catching pigs is a technical job, and slaughtering pigs is even more of an "art".

He left a word and hurried to scrub his body.

Yan Qiujin had just come back from taking some landscape photos when she almost ran into him.

That was a close call, it almost got stinky.

"Teacher Pang, aren't you going to take a shower?" Yan Qiujin sat down opposite Yan Yue, put her cell phone aside, and poured herself a cup of Longjing tea.

"Go now." Pang Zhuohua withdrew his gaze from Tang Yuji and looked at Yan Qiujin, gentle as jade: "Teacher Yan, please keep an eye on Xiaoyu."

"Go ahead." Yan Qiujin waved her hand indifferently. After all, whether they were visiting one or three children, they were all seeing the child.

"Thank you." Pang Zhuohua thanked him politely before leaving.

He knew Tang Yuji heard it.

At this time, Tang Yuji was concentrating on reading books. He had only studied Russian for half a year and could only translate a paragraph as best he could, but it was still not very smooth.

He looked up in the direction of Kyocera, hesitated for a moment, and didn't dare to go up and ask.

^

Room 3.

Gu Mo took out the thermometer and handed it to the nurse, his face not looking very good.

The hand on her leg had an injection and an IV drip, so she couldn't move it very well. She could only pull down the mask with her left hand and cough softly twice.

"Can I go?" she asked.

The nurse looked at the thermometer and shook her head: "You have a low-grade fever. You need to get the IV drip before you can leave."

Gu Mo frowned.

"Oh, right," the nurse remembered something and turned back to remind him, "Driver Fu said you're having a buffet tonight, so you can't eat anything too greasy."

So Gu Mo couldn't attend the evening buffet.

She didn't care what to eat for dinner, she only cared about whether Kyocera would be lonely.

Afraid that it would be transmitted to other people, Gu Mo pursed her lips and could only nod.

Seeing that she no longer had any intention of leaving, the nurse turned and left the room.

In the living room, all cameras were temporarily turned off, and Driver Fu and Doctor Ji were drinking tea and chatting.

Gu Mo just had a mild cold, so there was no need for Dr. Ji to see her in person.

Different from Yajing in room three.

There are not many rules for the evening banquet. The kitchen serves dishes one after another and guests can start eating in advance. The scene is extremely lively and crowded.

Director Lu was still dealing with the filming, so he was unable to participate.

Led by the village chief, everyone toasted the guests and the director team one by one.

Children are given orange juice instead.

When it was Deputy Director Lou's turn, his brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of annoyance. After toasting, he didn't stay long and left without saying a word.

He was not used to this noisy rural buffet.

If he hadn't been afraid that the village chief would cause trouble and not allow filming, he would never have entered this door.

The village chief and others didn't care about it at all, they only cared about the God of Wealth.

"Xiao Ci, just drink a sip of orange juice as a token of your appreciation. Don't drink too much cold water at night, it can upset your stomach."

"Yeah, yeah, we just came to say hello and we'll be leaving soon."

"Everyone eats their own food, don't look for trouble."

Kyocera was surrounded by villagers holding orange juice. Within a few minutes, they dispersed one after another. She looked down at the orange juice she had not even taken a sip of.

It's not necessary.

For fear of disturbing the guests, the villagers did not come again for a while.

Kyocera used chopsticks to pick up food for Yan Yue. Occasionally, he could see the aunt at the next table taking out a plastic bag, but the same thing didn't happen at their table.

the other side.

Xiaolu went to Room No. 1 to deliver food to Jing Siyu. After knocking on the door, it was Jing Xixi who opened the door. Most of the lights in the room were turned off, with only one in the bedroom on.

She frowned: "Xixi, why is it you, where is mom?"

Jing Xixi lowered her head to avoid her gaze, but her voice showed no guilt: "Mom is taking a bath, and she said she wanted to tell me a story."

The bathroom is next to the window, and the curtains are drawn. It is dark and quiet inside.

She was obviously lying.

During the day he said Jing Xixi was not feeling well and he wanted to accompany her, but now he is gone!

Not only did he leave his adopted daughter behind, he didn't even turn on the light.

Xiaolu's eyes were dark, but his tone was calm: "I see. I'll go in and keep you company for a while, and turn on the light."

Jing Xixi's heart skipped a beat, and she clenched her fingers: "No need, Sister Xiaolu, I'll just wait for mom. Thank you."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Xiaolu to respond, but closed the door directly and leaned her back against it.

It wasn't until the footsteps at the door faded away that she relaxed with a sense of relief.

Before she left the house, my mother specifically told me not to let anyone know that she was going out.

If she fails to do so, she will definitely be disliked, and she cannot afford to make the same mistake several times a day.

In fact, Jing Siyu had just left Room 1 less than two minutes ago, and she indeed forgot to leave the light on.

She knocked on the door carrying a small cake. She had confirmed that she was Premier Wen's daughter last time, so she had to build a good relationship with her during the recording of the program.

She took the afternoon off and spent most of the time making cakes. She didn't know about the buffet in the evening and stood at the door for a long time but no one opened it.

In the end, I had to return empty-handed, wondering why it was so quiet at night.

^

The buffet lasted two hours from the start of the meal to the end.

Before leaving, Tang Yuji carefully returned the Russian book to Kyocera: "Thank you, this book is very interesting."

"You're welcome." Kyocera took the book, exactly as she had given it to him, her eyes clear and gentle. "Do you like this novel very much?"

Tang Yuji hesitated for a moment, then nodded honestly. When Pang Zhuohua called him from behind, he said goodbye very politely.

Kyocera put the book away and caught a glimpse of Xiaolu, who was in a good mood when he went out, but now had a blank expression and even looked a little angry.

She took the little bee apart and threw it on the small stool, drank some water, and calmed down.

In the final analysis, she could only be angry. After all, it was someone else's family affair.

She has no control over it and has no right to control it.