As soon as Song Xiang finished scolding, a figure walked out from the end of the wheat field, it was Yan Han.
She stood up quickly and ran over, only to find that Yan Han was carrying two bags when she got there.
Small tomatoes, and...a big bag of instant noodles.
"You went to buy cherry tomatoes?"
The man threw both bags to her, put his hands in his pockets and walked forward.
Song Xiang was carrying something, which was both surprising and mysterious. Yan Han could actually... be able to...
She couldn't find an adjective for a while, so she thought it was quite novel.
I followed him with my things in my arms, feeling very excited all the way.
Yan Han returned to the main room and saw the cut sesame seed cakes on the table, so he took a piece and put it in his mouth.
Song Xiang watched him finish one piece, his face was fine, and then he took another piece.
It seems acceptable.
She took the tomatoes to the kitchen, washed them quickly, and then returned to the main room to look for honey.
Sure enough, the old lady only left snacks and even threw out the box of honey.
To peel candied tomatoes, you need to boil them first.
Song Xiang glanced at Yan Han and said, "Mr. Yan, can you help me light the fire?"
Yesterday's fire-making experience was not good, and she was worried that Shun Han would refuse.
Yan Han was leaning on the chair, stuffing a piece of cake into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
He glanced at Song Xiang and found that she was staring at him with bright eyes, and the corners of her lips could not help but twitch.
"The stuff you made is so rubbish, you'd better apologize by committing hara-kiri."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, got up and walked into the kitchen.
Song Xiang smiled and followed happily.
Yan Han had not been a human being for a long time, but suddenly her humanity showed a little brilliance, and she felt it was so great.
In the kitchen, Yan Han quickly lit the fire and acted very skillfully.
Song Xiang boiled the water and put the tomatoes in the pot.
Yan Han had never seen anyone cooking cherry tomatoes. At first glance, he thought it was a dark dish and couldn't help but remind him: "If you dare to waste this bag of tomatoes, the money will be deducted from your bonus."
When Song Xiang heard this, he immediately realized something was wrong, "How much did it cost?"
Yan Yanhan hummed and said casually: "Two hundred."
"Two hundred?" Song Xiang was shocked and glanced at the things in the pot, "This is a tomato! Not a durian!"
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue, "What's the fuss about? It's not easy to buy tomatoes in the countryside."
Song Xiang was speechless. At first, she thought the people in the village were as honest as the old man, but now it seems that there are also many unruly people.
That is to say, only a fool like Yan Han would spend 200 yuan to buy two kilograms of small tomatoes.
She changed her mind and looked up at Yan Han again, "Where did you get the cash?"
Yan Han frowned and coughed lightly, "It's not weird that I have money."
Song Xiang put down the spoon and put his hands on his hips, "Mr. Yan, you are very unethical."
He actually hid money.
Yan Han: "What man doesn't put some money on him?"
He was not a fool. He knew this place was remote, so he just stuffed a dozen of them in his pocket before going out.
Song Xiang stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."
Yan Han looked in disbelief, "Why."
Song Xiang: "If I put it with you, I will definitely not be able to keep this money."
Yan Han was unhappy, so he went to buy tomatoes with good intentions, so he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his money on it.
"No."
Song Xiang: "I'm just keeping it."
A little cash, just for you.
Yan Han has a bottom line. A man must have money in his pocket. There are only a few cards in total. It doesn't matter if he hands them all over.
"You have only managed a few dollars, and you still want to control mine. Stop dreaming."