Chapter 944
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Can Be Considered a Specialty?
"Does being cute count as a specialty?"
Luo Xingguang: "Teacher Pan, don't be fooled by her appearance!"
Actually, she was a hot-tempered little bomb, the kind that hit especially hard.
"In this day and age, you can eat cute."
Song Yaoyao wandered around a few times until she reached the courtyard.
Then, she saw some firewood that hadn't been chopped completely in an open space.
Song Yaoyao knew that Pan Shiyu sometimes liked to use that kind of earthen stove when he cooked.
She bent down, picked up the axe from the ground, and shook it.
Xing Jiang's heart raced as he watched from behind the camera.
"Quick, quick, quick, go stop her, don't let her play with this!!"
Before Song Yaoyao went on the show, their station had already received instructions. If Song Yaoyao got injured here, this show could forget about continuing.
At first, Xing Jiang thought that he had been hit by a pie, but who would have thought that it was his ancestor who had hit him!
"Director Little Song, this axe is very sharp, don't —"
"Cut!"
"Bam!"
The staff member was stupefied and stood rooted to the ground.
Song Yaoyao raised the axe in her hand and the tree stump was split in half.
The corners of his mouth twitched as he looked innocently at Xing Jiang in the distance. He really wanted to ask: Director, is it still necessary to stop her now?
Not only did Song Yaoyao know how to chop firewood, she was also very good at it.
After Luo Xingguang finished chopping the green onions, he came out with Tang Xinrou, Dong Wen and Song Yi, and saw the neatly arranged firewood on the ground.
The corners of his mouth twitched. "Song Yaoyao, don't tell me that you chopped all this."
Song Yaoyao was very satisfied. She obsessively looked at the neat square array and felt very comfortable.
"What do you think? Am I awesome? "
Tang Xinrou: "… Baby, control yourself."
If this goes on, the whole internet will know that you're a violent loli.
Luo Xingguang habitually disagreed with Song Yaoyao. "Tsk … what's so great about that? I can do it too. "
Tang Xinrou abruptly turned her head.
Song Yi and Dong Wen also looked over.
This time, Luo Xingguang was really caught between a rock and a hard place.
Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly and stuffed the axe into his hand.
"Come, you're up."
This was the best way to deal with trolls.
"Cough …"
Luo Xingguang coughed and shook the axe. "It's quite heavy."
The staff member, who had been silently paying attention to them until Song Yaoyao finished chopping the firewood, felt the corners of his mouth twitch.
One could already imagine what kind of comedic effect this episode would create when it aired.
Song Yi went to pick up a wooden stake and placed it on the pier.
Song Yaoyao politely stretched out her hand. "Mr. Luo, please start your performance."
Luo Xingguang shouted in a low voice, "Ha!" Then he raised the axe and chopped it down heavily —
The wooden stake was crooked.
"This was an accident. Again."
He made a solemn vow and chopped down, but he missed.
Luo Xingguang found an excuse for his failure. "It's definitely not your first time succeeding. You have to try a few more times to get the hang of it."
Song Yaoyao smiled. "Okay, good luck."
After that, she held the thermos flask and walked away in small steps, following the fragrance.
Luo Xingguang said that he would try, but he still did not appear even when the guests arrived.
Pan Shiyu wiped his hands on his apron and asked curiously, "Where's Starlight?"
Tang Xinrou deliberately misled him. "They're chopping firewood."
"Oh, I didn't know."
Pan Shiyu was really surprised. He had worked with Luo Xingguang before, so Pan Shiyu thought that he knew a little about his character.
No matter how he looked at it, he did not look like someone who would take the initiative to look at such rough and tiring work.
"Let's go and take a look."
(End of chapter)
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