The watermelon seedlings were finished.
The people in the mushroom house were washing their hands around the well.
Little Chef Huang smiled.
"When I was young, I used this well at my grandparents 'house and my teeth were knocked out.”
"Peng Peng, Zifeng, I don't think you've met before.”
Mr. He poured a glass of water from the well.
Teacher Huang pressed down a few times.
The water slowly surged up.
"Leave a pot of water." Qin Yuan blinked.”
Chef Huang nodded.
"Peng Peng, Zifeng, you heard that, right?”
"After washing your hands, leave some water.”
"Otherwise, we might not be able to press it out the next time we draw water.”
Peng Peng and Zi Feng nodded.
Peng Peng looked at Little Chef Huang's clothes and pointed at them.
"Master, your clothes are stained with mud.”
When Chef Huang heard this, he rubbed his hands against the food.
Most of the mud had been wiped away, leaving behind some marks.
He took off his clothes and placed them on a bench beside the well.
"I'll wash it when I'm free. I'm exhausted now.”
"My old waist."
Qin Yuan also stretched out his small hand to feel the coolness of the water.
The production team told them from the side.
This well had been here for decades.
The well was dug at the mouth of the spring, and they measured the water quality.
It could completely meet the standards of drinking water.
Even drinking cold water was not a problem, and it was very sweet.
After Qin Yuan washed his hands, he took some water with his small hands and drank it.
Chef Huang and Teacher He followed suit.
They were older.
She grew up drinking cold water.
It had been many years since he had been like this. Now, he was reminiscing about his childhood.
After the few of them finished washing up.
She took off her shoes and entered the room.
They sat on the carpet and stretched their legs.
It made a comfortable sound.
Mr. He sat in the innermost corner and looked around. He felt a little emotional.
"Once these things are placed, the familiar feeling comes back.”
"I think it's still in the mushroom house.”
Zifeng followed Teacher He's gaze and looked around.
He nodded subconsciously.
Chef Huang took out a ceramic jar and poured a cup of water for everyone.
However, they were the only ones who stayed in the mushroom house.
There were only four tea vats here.
When Qin Yuan saw this scene, he lowered his head and quietly walked out. No one noticed him.
Chef Huang, Teacher He, and the others had been busy the whole day.
From getting off the car to the mushroom house.
Rowing.
Carrying the luggage.
Clean up the room.
Finally, he planted watermelon seedlings.
They finally sat down and rested for a while. As they chatted, they forgot about Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan sat alone in the corridor outside.
He looked at his small shoes.
It was covered in mud.
He then looked at the jacket that Teacher Huang had taken off earlier.
He walked to the well.
Put a basin of water
His entire body was pressed against the well.
He pressed down the handle of the well, and the water slowly flowed out.
The program team's assistant director looked at this scene and said in a low voice,"Director, do you want Qin Yuan to come over? This water well has a lot of strength.”
"When I was young, I was already five or six years old, and I was still injured.”
The director shook his head and said,"Qin Yuan lives alone."”
"He's not a spoiled child. He knows how to row a boat.”
"The well should be fine."
"We'll just take care of it. Don't get your clothes wet and catch a cold.”
"After all, our program has to focus on reality.”
When the assistant director heard this, he nodded.
They were filming.
He tried his best not to interfere with the guests 'behavior and did not have any script.
Moreover, they were looking after Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan would not be in any danger.
Hence, they continued to film Qin Yuan, but they did not show it in the live broadcast room.
After all, it was a live broadcast.
It was still Little Chef Huang and the others who were in charge.
He patted slowly.
The director and the others saw a scene that they could not believe.
Qin Yuan carried the basin of water that seemed to be heavier than him.
He swayed his way to the eaves.
Then, he jogged to the bench and held Chef Huang's clothes on his head with both hands, afraid that they would fall to the ground.
Cautiously carried her over
Then, she used her small hand to wipe the mud on it bit by bit.
He found a brush and started to brush his clothes.
When the director saw this, his eyes couldn't help but tear up.
Other three-year-old children could be mischievous, act coquettishly, and ask for toys.
She was doted on by her parents and grandparents.
Qin Yuan seemed to be very sensible.
However, he had always been carefully observing everyone's eyes.
He was afraid of being chased away.
He was so sensible that it made one's heart ache.
Chef Huang was drinking hot tea when the director suddenly walked over.
"Teacher Huang, Teacher He, why don't you go out and take a look?”
Teacher Huang was stunned.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
The director did not say anything.
Teacher Huang followed the director out and just stepped out of the door.
He seemed to have frozen.
There was silence.
Teacher He.
Peng Peng.
The son is called Feng.
All of them stuck their heads out and looked at Qin Yuan's small figure and the murky basin in front of him.
He was holding a brush that did not match his palm at all.
Her fair and tender hands were covered in mud.
Ms. Huang grabbed her shoes and ran over.
She picked Qin Yuan up and wiped his hands. She said softly,""Little Yuanyuan, do you know how to wash your own clothes?”
"What if your clothes get wet?”
"Let your Brother Peng Peng do these. You're still young. Come, let's go in and have some tea.”
Ms. Huang looked at Qin Yuan and couldn't help but think of Toto's childhood.
Even though Toto was already considered sensible.
But compared to Qin Yuan.
There was still a world of difference.
Qin Yuan was in Ms. Huang's arms. Looking at his stubble, he blinked and said,""My father also has a beard."
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