âDoes being dopey count?â
Luo Xingguang: âMr. Pan, donât be fooled by her looks!â
Sheâs actually got a bad temper, and sheâs particularly fierce when she hits people.
âIn this era, being dopey is a moneymaker.â
Song Yaoyao wandered around a few times before walking into the courtyard.
Then, on an empty field, she saw firewood that hadnât been chopped up yet.
Song Yaoyao knew that sometimes Pan Shiyu liked to use an earthen stove when cooking.
She bent down, picked up the axe on the ground, and paused.
Xing Jiangâs heart was beating fast as he watched from behind the camera.
âQuick, quick, quick, go stop her, donât let her play with that!â
Before Song Yaoyao went on the show, their station had received a message: if Song Yaoyao got injured, their show would not be able to go on.
Initially, Xing Jiang thought he had fallen into a trap. Who knew, it would be god that was messing with him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âLittle Director Song, the axe is very sharp, donâtââ
Chop!
Thump!
The staff member was dumbfounded and stood rooted to the spot.
He saw Song Yaoyao lift the axe and drop it, splitting the tree stump in two.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he looked innocently at Xing Jiang in the distance. He really wanted to ask: Director, is there still a need to stop her now?
Not only did Song Yaoyao know how to chop wood, she also did it exceptionally well.
When Luo Xingguang finished cutting the green onions and came out with Tang Xinrou, Dong Wen, and Song Yi, they saw the neatly arranged firewood on the ground.
The corner of Luo Xinguangâs mouth twitched. âSong Yaoyao, donât tell me that youâre the one who chopped all these.â
Song Yaoyao was satisfied. She felt extremely comfortable as she looked at the neat and tidy square formation.
âHow is it? Am I good?â
Tang Xinrou: â... Precious, you need to restrain yourself a little.â
If this continues, everyone on the internet would know that youâre a violent girl.
Luo Xingguang habitually contradicted Song Yaoyao. âPfff... whatâs so great about that? I can do it too.â
Tang Xinrou suddenly turned her head.
Song Yi and Dong Wen also looked over.
This time, Luo Xingguang really had no way out.
Song Yaoyao smiled sweetly and shoved the axe into his hands.
âCome on, go ahead.â
This was the move one had to use to deal with a challenger.
Cough...
Luo Xingguang cleared his throat and shook the axe. âItâs quite heavy.â
The staff member who had been quietly watching, finally heaved a sigh of relief when Song Yaoyao finished chopping wood. But when he heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
He could already imagine what kind of comedic effect this show would have when it aired.
Song Yi went to pick up a piece of timber and placed it on the chopping block.
Song Yaoyao politely extended her hand. âMr. Luo, please begin your performance.â
Luo Xingguang let out a low growl. âHa!â Then he raised his axe and chopped down heavily...
The timber tilted.
âThat was an accident. Again.â
He struck down confidently but missed.
Luo Xingguang found an excuse for his failure. You mustnât have succeeded on your first go either. You need to try a few times to find the knack.â
Song Yaoyao smiled. âOkay, good luck then.â
After saying this, she held her thermos and wandered off to follow the scent of food.
Luo Xingguang said that he would keep trying. In the end, he didnât appear again even when all the customers had arrived.
Pan Shiyu wiped his hands on his apron and asked curiously, âWhereâs Xingguang?â
Tang Xinrou deliberately misled him. âHeâs chopping wood.â
âOh, he doesnât look like the kind to do that.â
Pan Shiyu was really surprised. He had worked with Luo Xingguang before, so he thought he knew a little about his personality.
No matter how he looked at it, he didnât seem like the kind to find interest in such menial work.
âLetâs go and have a look.â