Chapter 1806

Yun City is plunged into the continuous rain.

And thousands of miles away in Qin City, it is still another day of heat and misery.

In the middle of the night, when Old Yang woke up in a daze, he only saw the night lights glowing faintly at the head and foot of the bed, but in the quilt beside him, his wife's figure was long gone.

He was confused for a moment, subconsciously telling himself in his mind that his wife had gone to the bathroom.

But then, accompanied by the rustling movement outside, he seemed to be electrocuted, his eyes widened instantly, and he sat up abruptly!

This was too sudden, and his eyes went dark when he got up, but fortunately, he was well-maintained, so he gritted his teeth and managed to recover.

When he put on his slippers and rushed out of the bedroom, he indeed saw a long-haired woman in a nightgown leaning against the island counter by the refrigerator, holding half a green peach in one hand and enjoying the night view of the fountain lawn outside.

Seeing someone come out, the other party moved her hands subconsciously, as if to hide the peach, but since there was nowhere to put it, she could only face him calmly in the end.

The two looked at each other.

At this moment, this couple of many years fell into an awkward silence.

A moment later, Old Yang said in a dry voice: "We agreed tonight, no one can steal..."

To this, President Liu was very calm:

"Women, you know, there are always a few days every month when you get a craving for pork."

"Then do you feel sorry for the child?" Old Yang almost jumped up.

He lowered his voice again: "We promised Xiao Yang that we would never steal food behind his back at night. If he finds out, he won't share any more good things with us next time."

While speaking, looking at President Liu still chewing the peach, Old Yang's quiet stomach also became noisy.

At this moment, he hesitated and also walked toward the refrigerator.

And President Liu thought for a moment about the mother-son relationship, then crunched and took two more bites, and then said seriously:

"Xiao Yang is my son, how could I treat him so unfairly? If things are missing, I don't know anything; it must be you who stole them."

Old Yang:???

He widened his eyes: "Fine, fine, fine, we've been married for so long, and this is how you treat me?"

Hmph!

He simply didn't hesitate anymore, rushed to the refrigerator in two or three steps, and hatefully opened the refrigerator door.

Anyway, he was going to be the scapegoat, so he might as well eat a lot more tonight. And does President Liu, who is always on a diet, know how to eat?

He will quietly go to the kitchen now and take the leftover rice from tonight.

It's hot, it doesn't matter if he eats something cold; he'll just pair it with pickles, make a rice ball by hand, and it will be quiet, without lighting a fire, and he won't be exposed!

Old Yang pondered this, and actually felt a subtle sense of satisfaction.

In the middle of the night, the couple pried open thousands of calories in the room.

And Xiao Yang, who was still unaware of the dangers of the world, knew nothing about this.

He accompanied Song Qiao Song Qiao to turn around in the cotton field yesterday, and it was hot and sunny.

After sitting in the car and coming back at night, he had another big meal, full of carbohydrates, with friends by his side, in a good mood, and slept soundly.

—He had to sleep soundly! He promised Song Qiao Song Qiao that he would take him to pick daylilies early in the morning!

This, the slight movement at night didn't penetrate the soundproof room at all; he slept until the alarm went off, opened his eyes and looked:

3:30 AM.

Fortunately, the family breakdown wouldn't manifest immediately; after all, Old Yang occupied the initiative, and the things were all placed in the refrigerator in his room.

Xiao Yang got up, opened the kitchen refrigerator again, snorted, and silently closed the refrigerator door again.

The chef was also stunned by the fragrance yesterday, and at this moment, seeing the two teenagers had no appetite, he sighed—

Really, what's the difference between this and the stingy mother-in-law who locks the cupboard?

He is a dignified chef, how could Yang Dong not take out the ingredients in advance last night!

If he had to say something...

He could only ask Song Qiao Song Qiao and Yang Yang Zhengxin: "Do you want egg fried rice this morning? Use the rice sent from Song Qiao Song Qiao's place?"

But the green onions weren't, and the eggs weren't either, but now there was no choice, so it had to be this way.

The chef looked out the window, and the morning star was still shining in the sky.

Yang Yang Zhengxin also sighed: "Eat, eat, Uncle has worked hard, it's okay."

The chef smiled happily.

He was just taking the salary for the night shift, so although it was a bit early to eat in the middle of the night, it was just stir-frying two bowls of rice, what could be difficult about that.

He said this and retreated to the kitchen, started the fire, prepared the ingredients, and made a lively noise.

And Song Qiao Song Qiao looked at the time, it was 3:30 in the morning, and asked: "Are we coming back in the afternoon? If we come back in the afternoon, I'll do my homework and take my online class at night."

He really loves learning, probably because learning doesn't have any sense of duty.

Xiao Yang nodded and replied: "In such hot weather, if we don't drive the farm machinery today, we can get home around 11:00 AM."

Song Qiao Song Qiao was happy, but also felt sorry for Yang Yang Zhengxin:

"Xiao Yang, can't your family rent fields nearby? The land is in such a far place, how pitiful."

"In our village, everyone's vegetable plots are very close, so it's convenient for daily care, sowing, and harvesting."

But he was a kind person, and soon comforted his good friend:

"But don't be sad, there are many people whose land is very far away. Like the mountain of my uncle's family, it takes a long walk."

How long does it take to walk?

The rugged mountain path takes about 40 minutes to reach, and it's almost out of the village.

However, it was because it was an abandoned tea mountain, and they had long ago determined their work in the city, and when they divided the land, they only wanted the big ones.

Considering that they would still have to follow Song Song Sancheng to support him in his old age, they discussed dividing the land like this.

This, many years later, just last year, he complained about this.

Yang Yang Zhengxin knew that his family wasn't what Song Qiao Song Qiao said, but at this moment, he gladly accepted Song Qiao Song Qiao's kindness:

"Yeah, I just said my dad and the others didn't work hard back then and didn't place the fields next to them. Otherwise, we could get up at 4 o'clock, eat a bite, and go to the field in time."

Unlike now, having to deal with two bites at 3 o'clock and then set off. Arriving at the farm, it's almost 4:30 and dawn, and that's when it's time to pick daylilies.

As for whether it's okay to be late... not at all.

Being late is one thing because of the high temperature, the daylilies are about to bloom, so it's not suitable.

Besides, in the middle of summer, under the high temperature of thirty or forty degrees, who would choose to work when the sky is bright?

And outside, a young driver was waiting at the door in a more stable car.

He would be specifically accompanying the two children for activities these few days, and at this moment, the meal was ready, and he was also called in to eat with the chef—of course, he ate ordinary food.

While eating, he whispered to the chef: "You say the family conditions are so good, yet they still have to work so hard from early morning to late night; the education of children in Yang Dong's family is really unusual."

"That's for sure," the chef had a lot of communication with the domestic workers, and the gossip was all in his hands:

What kind of people aren't there in this villa area?

Some children are just like their Xiao Yang, winning gold medals and winning glory for the country, yet they are so approachable and hardworking in private.

As for some children, they are really not taught by their families, they are full of all kinds of bad habits, and they dare to do anything.

It's just that in the middle of the night, at this early morning hour, not only does the chef have to work, but the driver also has to work from early morning to late night.

It's not easy. It's not easy at all!

The driver himself laughed:

"Don't say that, why are you willing to work the night shift, that's why I'm willing to drive early in the morning."

Although he got up early, the children were playing at home most of the time, so he just went back and forth like this, and he had plenty of free time.

In addition, their driver work is special, on call, so there is an extra subsidy every month.

What is working for?

Working is to earn money!

His mindset is very good.

If he had to say what he was dissatisfied with...

The two of them, facing the faint fragrance coming from outside, while frantically shoveling rice, couldn't help but look forward to it:

"You say we work so hard, when can we eat this tribute rice?"

It must be internal supply, otherwise, with their Yang Dong's strength, how could the whole family still be stingy and get 10 or 8 jin every month?

It must be that even with money, there is no channel or qualification to buy it.

A driver said so, and the chef felt even more painful.

Because he could not only touch ingredients of the same good quality as the rice, but even made quite a few himself.

But the problem is, he didn't taste much of any of them!

Speaking of being a chef, who doesn't love good ingredients? Just look at how some people carefully nurture a jar of old brine for many years and you'll know.

"Sigh," the chef is very enterprising: "When can Yang Dong become more prosperous? Or our Xiao Yang studies so well, and becomes a big official or a scientist in the future, I don't know if I can pass the political review if I go to be a chef?"

Yang Yang Zhengxin didn't know that the chef at home had such high expectations for him.

It was just that getting up at 3 o'clock in the morning really violated his biological clock, and after eating full carbohydrates, sleepiness immediately swept over him.

He put on his clothes, applied mosquito repellent, carried his messenger bag, and took two bottles of mineral water.

After getting in the car, he fell into the back seat, his head drooping: "Song Qiao Song Qiao, I'll sleep for a while, call me when we arrive."

Song Qiao Song Qiao was also a bit sleepy, so he pushed him aside: "Let's sleep leaning against each other."

In the subtle insect chirping of the villa area, the car engine started faintly, and the two teenagers in the back seat leaned against each other, their eyes closed, and they unknowingly piled toward the middle.

The driver saw it in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but reflect:

The work is still not meticulous enough.

Like this situation, a nanny car should have been driven here.

When the car stopped smoothly and smoothly, Yang Yang Zhengxin woke up without anyone calling him.

Looking ahead, the factory gate was slowly opening, and he pushed Song Qiao Song Qiao beside him:

"Time to work."

The sky was already bright, and although it still presented a light misty blue, it was clearly visible.

The hot temperature in the air had also dropped slightly, and there was no sunlight overhead that could burn the skin, which was the most suitable time to work in a day.

Song Qiao Song Qiao opened his eyes and looked out the car window in a daze, suddenly annoyed:

"Xiao Yang, we should have brought tea."

"Who says not?" Xiao Yang also thought of it, "But we can't bring it, our family's tea was hidden by my dad."

It wasn't hidden, it was just placed openly in his room, or taken to the company by him.

In short, Xiao Yang, who doesn't drink tea, couldn't get any.

The two teenagers looked at each other, and finally each unscrewed their mineral water and gulped down a mouthful—

"Go! I asked someone to put clothes and shoes in the locker room in advance, let's go change."

He asked Song Qiao Song Qiao again: "Did you bring your live streaming equipment?"

Song Qiao Song Qiao looked quietly at the bag beside him: "I brought it."

Song Qiao Song Qiao also made up a lot of knowledge about picking daylilies last night, and at this moment, he went to the locker room and put on the equipment seriously:

Hat, raincoat, rain boots.

This raincoat was even thoughtfully prepared in two styles, one was the traditional style, put on the whole thing; the other was one-piece rain pants.

Song Qiao Song Qiao thought for a while and chose the one-piece rain pants: "I don't like the feeling of wet legs."

Especially since he was wearing long pants.

If he wore that traditional large raincoat, the branches and stems of the grass leaves would reach in from under the skirt, and soon the pants would be wet and stick to his legs.

Instead, putting on the wide one-piece rain pants directly would protect him more comprehensively.

"My mom picks tea on the mountain, and my sister bought this kind for her."

In the hot weather, the sunlight is scorching, but it is also the rainy season, and the humidity is exceptionally heavy.

When working in the early morning, the dew is as heavy as if it had rained at night. Before, Wu Lan picked tea by simply surrounding herself with a piece of plastic cloth, but later, when Song Tan saw it, she arranged a raincoat directly.

Later, the tea bushes were deep and dense, and there were wild grasses underneath, so she simply changed into a full set of rain boots and rain pants.

Now Song Qiao Song Qiao put them on very skillfully, and also said seriously:

"When we get to the field, I will seriously remind the children to wear them well. Seventh Grandpa said that if you are always wet like this, you will get rheumatism when you are old."

The two were fully equipped and arrived at the field; it wasn't 5 o'clock yet, but it was already considered late.

At this moment, in this large green daylily field, there were already many farmers nearby.

And Song Qiao Song Qiao opened the live stream, Yang Yang Zhengxin helped find a good angle, put on the microphone, and the two tied cloth bags around their waists and started picking.

Daylilies, like honeysuckle and chrysanthemum, are best picked as flower buds.

Too small won't do, the swollen ones are just right.

On one hand, from an economic point of view, these are heavier; on the other hand, when the maturity reaches this quality, the nutrients are complete, and the taste is better.

Too small and too tender, they will be gone after being blanched, and eating a big mouthful is like having nothing.

The live stream was opened.

Song Qiao Song Qiao brewed his lines: "Children, today I will teach you how to pick daylilies."

Early in the morning, after 4 o'clock, the night owls were about to sleep, and suddenly a live broadcast reminder came, and they poured into the live broadcast room.

Yang Yang Zhengxin looked, only seven or eight hundred people entered at the beginning—it seems that this time point is far more testing than the middle of the night!

But although this number was small, it was still rising constantly.

He knew that Song Qiao Song Qiao didn't care much about the number of people, but some things are better said when there are more people!

So he told him to say the following words later, and just show the children the daylilies first.

Song Qiao Song Qiao was very obedient, and at this moment, he picked a plump daylily bud that was about to bloom and already showed yellow in the green, and held it to the lens:

"Look! Daylilies!"

?? Here it comes, here it comes!