The three of them didn't communicate much during the whole process, and they were all immersed in the things in their hands.

The dough is all calculated by Sang Wanzhou, and the dough is gone, that is, all the things that will be used tomorrow are wrapped.

It was wrapped until nine o'clock, and the buns were almost wrapped, so Sang Wanzhou urged Xiao Fubao to take a bath first, and he just wrapped the rest.

Xiao Fubao was also very obedient, went upstairs to get pajamas, and went down to the bathroom to take a bath.

Sang Wanzhou twisted his somewhat stiff neck, shook his somewhat sore hand, and raised his head to look at the photographer brother: "Aren't you supposed to get off work?" Still not leaving? ”

Although the buns here are almost finished, there are still quite a lot of roasted wheat on his side.

If he had done it alone, he would have to pack it late.

The photographer shook his head: "It's okay, I'll help you wrap it for a while." ”

Saying that, he finished wrapping the last bun in his hand, half stood up, leaned forward, took half of the dumpling skin in Sang Wanzhou's hand, followed his example, first kneaded the filling into a small ball, and then put it in the center of the dumpling skin and pinched it.

It's a lot easier than making buns.

Since someone wants to help, Sang Wanzhou will naturally not refuse.

By the time Xiao Fubao came out of the shower, it was already half past nine.

She originally wanted to help wrap the roasted wheat for a while, but was ruthlessly driven upstairs to sleep by Sang Wanzhou.

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The next morning, before the alarm clock went off, Xiao Fubao had already woken up.

The most important thing is that she didn't do anything in the hospital for the past three days, she ate and slept, and slept a little too long, which caused her to get up extra early recently.

Xiao Fubao got out of bed lightly, took out his clothes from the suitcase, took them downstairs to the bathroom to change, and washed up by the way.

As soon as I walked out of the bathroom and turned on the monitor, a screeching alarm rang upstairs.

Because the upstairs room is not monitored, the audience can't see what Sang Wanzhou looks like at this time.

[Hahahaha! The sound of this alarm clock is too loud, it's no wonder that Uncle Sang doesn't explode when he gets up, and it is estimated that he will be able to hear the sound of smashing the alarm clock in a while. 】

[The little baby is really up as early as ever! ] No, it's earlier! The alarm clock has not even gone off, have you really slept enough? 】

[I heard that fright can easily cause people to sleep very lightly and sleep unsteadily, the little baby won't be because of the sequelae left by the last incident, right?] 】

But when the audience looks at her mental state, it doesn't look like she hasn't slept enough or hasn't slept well.

Xiao Fubao took the microphone and waved his hand towards the monitor: "Good morning, everyone!" ”

[Good morning, little baby! 】

[The little baby looks very energetic!] It seems that it was not affected by that day at all, which is great! 】

[Little baby early! ] Sure enough, seeing that the morning of the little baby has become so different, I feel that my spirit is back! 】

Just when the audience in the live broadcast room was still greeting Xingfubao, the alarm clock upstairs stopped, replaced by slow footsteps.

A slender and familiar figure slowly appeared in the corner of the screen in the live broadcast room.

Sang Wanzhou had already changed his clothes, and walked down from the upstairs in slippers, his eyes were half-open and yawning, and a dull hair was raised on the top of his head, looking inexplicably cute.

Scratching his hair with one hand, he slowly buttoned his shirt with the other.

found that Xiao Fubao was standing under the monitor again, and asked casually: "You turned on the monitor?" ”

Xiao Fubao nodded: "Yes!" ”