Mu Huaixi felt satisfied after seeing the pandas, but there were also rare wild animals such as ostriches, lions, tigers, etc. in Jiangcheng Zoo, and of course she wanted to see them all.
It's funny to say that she has never been to a zoo, even though there was a wildlife park next to the nursing home where she worked in her previous life. Firstly, the ticket price was a burden for her, and secondly, she was used to hiding. Except for work, she stayed in her small room and had no intention of exploring the world.
This was her first time visiting a zoo in her two lifetimes, so of course she wanted to see it all!
Lion! Tiger!
She's here!
Mu Huaixi was in high spirits, but Ying Mingcheng grabbed her, leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to take a photo with the panda?"
"Group photo?" Mu Huaixi widened his eyes and rubbed his ears subconsciously, suspecting that he was too excited to see the national treasure and had heard it wrong.
The more Ying Mingcheng looked at her shining eyes, the more he thought they resembled the squirrel living in the tree outside his dormitory window. The little creature had the same expression when it took the walnut from his hand last time. He smiled inwardly, but only curled his lips slightly. He leaned over and whispered to her, "I heard from a keeper who just passed by that this is Huanhuan's debut event in Jiangcheng."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, as if he was afraid of scaring away the person in front of him. Mu Huaixi unconsciously moved closer, and in the eyes of outsiders, they looked like a young couple whispering to each other.
One is tall and straight like a pine tree, and the other is pretty and colorful like a trumpet creeper. Now the pine tree is bowing to the trumpet creeper, and the trumpet creeper is tiptoeing in front of the pine tree. The sunlight is dancing on them, illuminating their smiling eyes, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.
“Crack.”
Ying Mingcheng frowned and looked, only to see a black, short-focus lens facing them. He subconsciously pulled Mu Huaixi behind him and walked straight towards the person taking the photo.
"Sorry, sorry," said the cameraman, a skinny middle-aged man wearing a melon-shaped hat. He took two steps back awkwardly, looking up at the approaching soldiers and explaining, "The picture was just too beautiful. I can't help myself!"
Ying Mingcheng saw the Jiangcheng Evening News reporter ID hanging on his chest and stepped back slightly. "Comrade Hu, you should be aware that the army has regulations prohibiting random photography."
The photo studio where they just took their wedding photos is owned by the military region. Neither the negatives nor the developed photos will be circulated, but it would be a big problem if outsiders took secret photos.
"I understand," Reporter Hu nodded repeatedly, then hesitated while looking at his camera. "I have work to do next. How about you guys go shopping first and then meet me at the entrance of the panda house?"
"Teacher Hu! Teacher Hu!" A staff member from the panda house ran over, glanced at Ying Mingcheng, and continued to greet reporter Hu, "Teacher Hu, Huanhuan is already in place. Please go over there quickly."
"Haha," reporter Hu raised his camera and whispered to Mingcheng, "Look, I really came here to take a picture of the panda Huanhuan. He definitely can't run away."
"Hey, didn't you just say you wanted to take a photo with Huanhuan too?" The staff member glanced at Ying Mingcheng again, remembering that he had just asked his colleague, and said, "Teacher Hu is here, let's go together! The number of spots is limited."
Ying Mingcheng looked at reporter Hu and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"It's just a side job, taking pictures of Huanhuan. It's just something I do," Reporter Hu quickly explained, and then assured him, "Comrade soldier, I'll take a few more pictures of you and your wife later, okay?"
Ying Mingcheng did not reply, but waved to Mu Huaixi who was waiting on the side, and followed the staff to the back door of the panda house. On the way, he learned that Huanhuan was so excited just now because the staff prepared a honey and fruit feast for him. He smelled the fragrance and ran back to the inner room, and then rushed to the outer field to party.
Huanhuan, who had already had some fun, was happily munching on a honey pumpkin outside the small house in the inner field. Outside a steel gate, a couple and two families were waiting, probably here to take a photo with Huanhuan just like them.
Mu Huaixi was still a little bit in disbelief when she stood at the end of the line. She looked at Huanhuan not far away again and again, and couldn't believe that she was actually going to take a photo with the national treasure!
"Come~ come~ put on shoe covers~" The staff handed them shoe covers and sprayed disinfectant on them. The mother in front of her immediately covered the mouths and noses of her two children next to her, and the pungent smell of disinfectant reached Mu Huaixi.
When she saw Ying Mingcheng also raised his hand, she looked at him with a smile and whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."
Ying Mingcheng withdrew his hand somewhat awkwardly, and seeing that someone had already gone in to take pictures, he quickly asked her to follow.
Taking a photo with the panda Huanhuan was so dreamy that Mu Huaixi felt like she was in a dream when she came out of the panda house again. She really stood next to Huanhuan and even gently touched Huanhuan's shoulder!
"His hair is actually hard," Mu Huaixi stared at his hand in a daze. He could still feel the hard and prickly touch. It was actually somewhat similar to pig hair?
After Ying Mingcheng shook hands with reporter Hu and agreed to send the film to Red Star Photo Studio, he heard the little girl muttering, "Why does Huanhuan's touch feel almost the same as Dazhuang's?"
"Who is Da Zhuang?" Ying Mingcheng thought that Mu Huaixi was seeing a panda for the same first time as him, but he didn't expect that she had actually seen Da Zhuang!
Seeing his confused expression, Mu Huaixi burst out laughing. Then she looked at the others who were in high spirits. She really couldn't tell him the "truth", so she pulled his sleeve and said, "Let's go. We'll talk later."
They had a great time at the zoo, and by the time they reached the park's lake, it was already past the boat ride time.
"We can't help it. The sun has set and the wind has picked up. It's not safe to go on the boat anymore." The boatman pointed to the trees by the lake that were dropping leaves, and said to Mingcheng, "You're a grown man, so don't let the wind chapped your partner's face."
Ying Mingcheng looked at Mu Huaixi in embarrassment, and the latter shook his head gently, "Today is already happy enough, let's come again next time."
"Next time..." Ying Mingcheng repeated, and the regret in his heart was suddenly filled with anticipation. He clenched his fist and promised Mu Huaixi firmly, "Okay, we'll come again next time!"
Perhaps out of apology for not being able to take the boat, Ying Mingcheng insisted on taking her to a restaurant in the evening and ordered a dish of braised pork for her.
"Oh, right," Ying Mingcheng offered her a piece of meat, then suddenly remembered her depression and hesitation during their last meal, so he asked. He was leaving tomorrow, so if she had any worries or grievances, she should speak up and resolve them sooner rather than later.
Mu Huaixi was stunned. She didn't expect him to be so attentive, and she didn't expect him to ask directly. She put down her chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I can't cook, and I can't cook well."
She clenched her hands nervously, pursed her lips and looked at Ying Mingcheng, feeling a little regretful. She lied, but not completely.
She can cook. After all, she is working alone outside, so cooking noodles and stir-frying a dish is not a problem for her.
But she probably couldn't cook either. Her aunt strictly controlled all the daily necessities in the house. Even the sugar jar was locked for fear that she would steal some. She rarely had the chance to cook and was often assigned more tedious housework.
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