Back in the village, Xiao Fubao took Sang Wanzhou back to his home, took the vegetable basket and went out.

The photographer brother followed behind, looking at the familiar vegetable basket in the hands of the two, and instantly understood what Xiao Fubao's so-called method was.

[Hahahaha! I guessed it right! I guess they must have gone into the mountains to pick wild vegetables and cook them! 】

[I guess the director is confused, hahahaha! If we don't let our little baby take food from the villagers, then it's not a foul for us to pick wild vegetables ourselves, right? 】

[If the director sees it, this must not change the script and rules overnight, hahahaha. ] 】

A certain director who was stunned by this scene silently put down the lunch box in his hand, picked up the script at hand, and added at the end of the rules: The guests are not allowed to pick wild vegetables and wild fruits to eat without authorization!

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Sang Wanzhou followed Xiao Fubao to the place where she picked vegetables yesterday.

Looking at the wild vegetables and trees full of wild fruits, even Sang Wanzhou couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He lowered his eyelids and glanced at her, "Are you sure this is not artificially farmed, but wild and can be picked at will?" ”

Xiao Fubao raised his little head and blinked: "Yes! Grandma said this place is wild! You can pick whatever you want! Fu Bao picked small mushrooms here last time! ”

Sang Wanzhou: "......"

As soon as Sang Wanzhou remembered what the old grandmother called her, her whole face instantly darkened again.

Xiao Fubao didn't care so much, ran to a tree, put the basket at his feet, squatted down, grabbed a mushroom with both hands, leaned back, and uprooted it with all his might.

Sang Wanzhou was quite helpless when she saw her "violent" mushroom picking method.

He walked up to her and squatted down, his voice unconsciously softened: "Don't work so hard." ”

As he spoke, he took out the knife from the basket and easily cut off the mushroom and threw it into the basket.

"Well, the knife is too dangerous. You go pick wild fruits, and I'll pick mushrooms. ”

"Good~"

Xiao Fubao obediently responded, picked up the basket and jumped away.

Listening to the sound of footsteps moving away, Sang Wanzhou subconsciously glanced in her direction.

In the bright sunshine, the two pigtails on the top of Xiao Fubao's head shook on the top of his head, like rabbit ears, very cute.

Sang Wanzhou's eyes were dyed with a hint of a smile, and he couldn't help muttering, "Like a little rabbit." ”

The tone is doting and gentle, not at all like the usual him.

The people in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.

[Mom, who was talking just now?! Why are you so gentle?! 】

[Who else can there be besides Sang Wanzhou?! But I wonder if he's talking now! It's too gentle! 】

[Damn, it turns out that he can be so gentle! I love this gentle voice, please speak like this in the future! I love to hear it! 】

After a while, Sang Wanzhou picked mushrooms that were about enough for two days and put them in a basket.

Although it is easy to get tired of eating the same food all the time, now I can only stop it.

"Brother!"

I heard Xiao Fubao's voice coming from not far away.

Sang Wanzhou turned his head, and the camera also fell to Xiao Fubao.

I saw her dragging a basket full of wild fruits in one hand and the ear of a fainted little black rabbit in the other.

The basket behind him kept falling out of the fruit and falling all the way.

Sang Wanzhou: "......"

Photographer: Why is the rabbit so familiar ......?