An'an tilted her head back and said, "No need, my dad has already wiped me down." Then she ran over and stepped into the stream. Although her trousers were rolled up to her knees, she still got quite a bit of water splashed in. Lu Yang saw this but didn't say anything to her. Since she was already there, he let her have fun.
"Sui Sui, let me help you."
Lu Yang kept a smile on his face as he watched his daughter run around in the stream like a little mudfish. It was only after a while that he realized Ma Mingyue was still standing next to him.
"Are you going down too?"
It's not that it's not possible. Anyway, the stream only reaches her calves. She's a grown woman, so playing in the water won't be dangerous for her.
Ma Mingyue forced a smile. Why go downstairs wearing such a pretty dress today? There were several children stirring up muddy water below, and they were disgusted by it, afraid of splashing it on their clothes.
"...Brother Lu really knows how to joke, I don't want to—"
"Then stand further away."
Although it's not nice to say it like that, Lu Yang felt that her position was inappropriate and a bit of a hindrance, since the children would all have to come up from here in a while.
Ma Mingyue: "...Okay."
Lu Yang then went back to kill the fish, while also keeping an eye on his daughter's situation. He had finally figured out that Song Qing and Zhao Qin were talking about something today, both of them completely absorbed in their own thoughts.
You have to take care of your own child.
I don’t know if they’re talking badly about me. Although Lu Yang doesn’t think he did anything wrong, you never know.
Everyone was busy, and Liu He was unwilling to move, almost paralyzed under the tree. She complained that the charcoal fire was too hot and asked her son to heat it up and bring it over. Only Ma Mingyue was left, wanting to cool off in the shade but also wanting more opportunities to interact with Lu Yang, which put her in a difficult position.
The children had finally had enough fun in the water. Lu Yang had also cleaned the fish and was slowly grilling them on the net. He Zhangcheng was grilling meat. After resting for a while and regaining their energy, the four children ran around them again. After eating two pieces of meat, Song Qing felt her head buzzing.
"...Why aren't you tired yet?"
The busiest person on site was probably Lu Yang, whose hands were practically never stopping. He was flipping fish and grilling meat. Song Qing and Lu Ronghui were quite satisfied with the barbecue this time, not to mention An An, who was as busy as a robot.
Seeing that his face was flushed from the heat, Ma Mingyue wanted to come over and help, but Lu Yang, assuming she wanted to grill it herself, made room for her.
Ma Mingyue was secretly delighted, thinking that Lu Yang's decision to have her sit next to him meant that her efforts today had been effective, at least leaving an impression on Brother Lu.
Lu Yang probably never imagined that simply giving up his seat would cause her so much drama, so he went to the stream to wash his face.
"Give"
Aunt Tian planted a new type of radish this year. It's not spicy when eaten raw, and it's crisp and sweet. Liu Jiandong picked a lot and brought them over, throwing them into the stream. Now they taste a bit cool.
Song Qing handed Lu Yang a cigarette. Seeing that his face was as red as a monkey's bottom and his clothes were mostly wet, she touched her nose and said, "You've worked hard today."
Lu Yang: "...Why do you sound like a leader? You're not working hard, but you're miserable."
Song Qing: "..."
An'an also ran over with a water bottle, stood on tiptoe and handed it to him, "Dad, drink some water, I'll fan you."
Lu Yang sat under the tree enjoying his daughter's care. Song Qing glared at him, but still took off her hat to fan him.
"Brother, do you want some watermelon?"
In addition to carrying radishes, Jiandong also carried a watermelon. In the sweltering summer, the bright red watermelon flesh brought a sense of coolness at first glance.
Lu Yang held a watermelon in one hand and a radish in the other, while An An was still vigorously massaging his legs. Song Qing was fanning him in annoyance. They were living the life of a god.
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