The day passed quickly, Song Xiang pretended to hang out all day, and only saw the old lady Yu again at dusk.
The old lady gave them a jar of sauerkraut, which was still a courtesy, no loss, no debt.
Before leaving the house, the old lady suddenly asked Song Xiang, "Are you free tomorrow?"
Song Xiang felt happy and quickly replied: "Yes, yes."
"I want to hire two people to harvest wheat," the old lady said.
Song Xiang nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, we will go with you tomorrow morning."
The old lady put her hands behind her back, looked into the room and glanced at Yan Han, who was also well-dressed in the countryside, and smiled with unknown meaning.
"It's just a piece of broken stone, why waste your time on it?"
As if she was feeling emotional, she turned around and walked slowly towards her small yard.
Song Xiang thought that she would check some information when she returned home, but as soon as she entered the door, she saw Yan Han looking towards her with a strange smile, and he was playing with her mobile phone in his hand.
Yan Han: "It's been a busy day, thank you very much."
Song Xiang walked over and took back the phone with a smile, "It's all for the company."
The smile on Yan Han's face slowly dissipated, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the notebook expressionlessly.
Song Xiang was a little unsure. Looking at his expression, there was no sign of anger, but he seemed a little angry.
She sat down with her phone and thought for a moment, Yan Han shouldn't be so stingy, she just chatted for a while.
"Bo Siyan pays close attention to this boy. If you don't want to risk your life, you should avoid interacting with him." Yan Han suddenly said coolly.
Song Xiang was stunned and realized that he was talking about Bo Zhan. She opened her mouth and wanted to say that she didn't have much contact with him.
Yan Han stared at the laptop screen and said calmly: "Don't think that just because you are pretty, you are different from others. With your IQ, that kid can play with you as easily as with a kitten or puppy."
Song Xiang sounded a little uncomfortable. It was as if she was deliberately getting close to Bo Zhan.
"You are thinking too much. I am not familiar with Young Master Bo."
"Can he give you fish if you don't know him well?" Yan Han raised his head.
Song Xiang: "It's just two fish."
"A fish worth two hundred thousand yuan is so easy in your mouth?" Yan Han asked back.
Song Xiang was at a loss for words. She wanted to explain the situation at that time, and it was difficult to refuse Bo Zhan, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that explanation was unnecessary.
She lowered her head a little dullly, "I will buy a gift and give it back to him."
"Once you come and go, you can become mature from immature." Yan Han had no intention of stopping the topic, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone.
Song Xiang was a little irritated, why couldn't this man make sense?
She closed her notebook with a snap and stood in front of Yan Han.
Yan Han: "You are angry because of shame?"
Song Xiang: "It's getting dark soon, I have to cook!"
Yan Han: "..."
Song Xiang grabbed two handfuls of rice with great force, moving wildly and almost hitting Yan Han's face with her elbow several times.
Yan Han was also unhappy. He put away his notebook and walked to the other side to work.
Two black faces faced each other, neither looking good to the other.
Song Xiang went to the kitchen alone and didn't even ask Yan Han to light the fire. As the saying goes, you don't compete with the steamed buns to fight for breath, so she just lit the fire by herself, and then ran back and forth, taking care of the rice in the pot and the fire on the stove.
Yan Han was in the main room, typing on his keyboard, and Song Xiang could hear the sound in the kitchen.
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and thought about not asking him to eat it together when it was ready.