What are you thinking about?

"Cough cough, no, it's nothing."

Facing Zhuang Mingcheng's gaze, Lu Fangfang felt a little guilty and quickly looked down at the Seagull camera.

The camera in her hand was exactly the same as the one she used in the provincial capital before. It had two lenses, one above the other, for shooting from above. It belonged to the Seagull 4 series, with only minor differences.

After all, hers is the latest model, much more advanced than that one.

"Fangfang, can I ask you for a favor?"

Zhuang Mingcheng walked behind his wife and started massaging her shoulders.

"Hmm, go ahead and say it, what is it? We're husband and wife, there's no need for you to beg."

Lu Fangfang frowned slightly, but felt quite comfortable.

"Isn't your farm short-staffed? Could you consider Sister Yufeng? Haibing contacted me today; we've been comrades-in-arms for so many years..."

Before Zhuang Mingcheng could finish speaking, Lu Fangfang slapped his hand away.

She stood up, took out her camera, and pointed it directly at her man.

"No, I'm afraid she'll raise the quail to death. We can't keep such an unreliable person at our farm. Besides, I already have someone in mind."

Zhuang Mingcheng gave a bitter smile and sighed, knowing this was the outcome.

"Don't make things difficult for me. Next time Wang Haibing asks you, just push the blame onto me. Say that I'm unreasonable, domineering, and a tigress. No matter how you try to persuade me, I won't agree."

As she spoke, Lu Fangfang felt a little itchy to touch her hands.

She looked down through the camera viewfinder at Xiaohua and the little Tibetan fox.

If it weren't so late and dark inside, she would have loved to take a picture right now.