Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

"It seems that now is not the best month to pick bamboo shoots. What kind of bamboo shoot is this?"

Leng Qingqing shook the bamboo shoots in his hands and shook off the soil. He followed Huo Yanheng and walked over. He stretched out his little hand to take it and put it naturally and skillfully into the small basket on his back.

The two didn't speak, but their movements were in perfect harmony.

"These are sweet bamboo shoots. They are harvested from June to October. They are only found in this mountain."

The person who answered coldly was not the village chief, but a deep young voice.

How should I put it, this voice is somewhat familiar.

But I can't remember where I heard it, maybe I remembered it wrongly.

The young man in navy blue cloth was standing beside Leng Qingqing, his eyes were deep and silent, like a ghost.

Leng Qingqing said without even turning around: "Oh."

An extremely cold response, but such a reaction is normal when meeting a stranger of the opposite sex.

The system didn't know whether she really didn't remember it or whether she was deliberately turning a blind eye to Xie Xuan.

Thinking of the last time Leng Qingqing treated Xie Xie as if he saw a tiger, leopard, jackal, and ran faster than anyone else.

The system hesitated several times but still did not speak.

It is afraid of being scolded.

Summer bamboo shoots, also known as sweet bamboo shoots, grow on Peach Blossom Mountain. They are harvested from June to October. They are very large and look like water chestnut bamboo shoots. They taste sweet and refreshing.

Nearby villagers often go to the mountains to pick it. After returning home, they don't even need to blanch it, and it becomes a delicious home-cooked dish.

Xie Xun took a step forward, getting closer to Leng Qingqing, and a shadow enveloped her pretty face: "This bamboo shoot is a bit old."

Although he was talking about bamboo shoots, his eyes were looking at her without blinking, as if searching for some answer on the deserted face.

Only then did Leng Qingqing raise her eyes. Qing Lingling's gaze paused on his face for a moment, and then turned away, as if the person standing in front of her was just an insignificant stranger.

The weight of that glance was lighter than a feather, and Xie Xuan's cheek seemed to be swept by feathers, making it itch and tingle.

His suspicion came true, she really didn't recognize him.

If she had recognized him, Xie Xian would not have been so deliberate and close.

But she completely forgot about him, or maybe she recognized him and just ignored him. If it was the latter, Xie Xie would be a little interested.

"Are you old?" Leng Qingqing bent down, picked out the bamboo shoot from Huo Yanheng's backpack, put it in the sun and looked at it for a long time, "I think it's okay."

How could he be that old?

Huo Yanheng, who had been motionless, took a step forward. Whether intentionally or not, he happened to stand between the two of them.

Xie Xuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the brat.

The little boy looked at him calmly. The five-year-old Huo Yanheng was not even taller than Xie Xie's thighs. The two of them were taller and lower, but their aura was not weak at all as they looked at each other.

"I like to eat older bamboo shoots." Huo Yanheng looked up at Leng Qingqing, stretched out his little hand, and tugged on the corner of her clothes. His tone was the same as usual, but the content of his words sounded like coquettishness.

Since his son wanted to eat, Leng Qingqing stayed, squatted down, and put it back into his little basket: "Okay, mommy will fry the bamboo shoots for you when you get back."

"Thank you." Huo Yanheng stood on tiptoe and gave her a smack on the cheek.

Leng Qingqing covered her face and opened her eyes slightly, feeling a little flattered: "What happened to Hengheng today?"

This fair and tender little guy is obviously only five years old, but he always makes an old cadre expression like "I'm serious" and "I'm an adult" - it's so cute. She dropped the bamboo shoots in her hand and threw the cub away. Hug him and suck hard.

"..." Huo Yanheng was strangled so hard that his face turned red, but he didn't say a word.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he did not forget to glance at Xie Xuan. His young eyes were sharp and beautiful, and the villain's brows were slightly raised in a provocative way.

Xie Xie: "Haha."

Too lazy to behave like a brat.

Huo Yanheng lowered his head, smelling the faint fragrance coming from her body, and his tense expression gradually softened and relaxed.

The backpack was tilted, and the zipper of Huo Yanheng's small bag was slowly pulled open from the inside by a force, and a fluffy bird head came out. The soybean-sized eyes were dark and bright, and he looked around with alert eyes.

The entire head of the bird popped out, followed by the right wing, then the left wing. It took more than ten seconds for King Jiji's entire body to get out of the zipper gap.

Huo Yanheng did not turn around, nor did he notice any movement in the bag.

King Jiji stood on the bag, lowered his head and combed the feathers on his back with his beak, then flapped his wings and flew into the trees on the side of the bamboo forest.

The small bag that was originally slightly bulging was now empty, except for a slender bright yellow feather hanging on the silver zipper lock.

Except for Ellie, the guests were all digging bamboo shoots together, and they were not far away.

Shen Han was also missing. I don't know if he left with Ellie.

"This thing looks a bit familiar, seems to be a bamboo fungus?" Leng Qingqing picked up a milky white mushroom from a bamboo shoot. The fungus had a pleasant fragrance, and the shape of the cap resembled a little girl's flying skirt.

She held it in her hand and looked at it twice, and confirmed that it was bamboo fungus. She called the village chief next to her to come over and take a look: "Are there a lot of bamboo fungus here? We can find some and take them back to make soup."

Dictyophora fungus, which mostly grows next to bamboo shoots, is an extremely rare and valuable wild fungus with extremely high nutritional value.

Not everyone can find bamboo fungus when they go up the mountain. Villagers in Taohuayuan Village came back empty-handed at least six times out of ten times they went up the mountain to look for it.

The village chief gently held the bamboo fungus in his hands, as if he was afraid of damaging the fungus with too much movement. He looked at it carefully and shouted: "Dictyophora, it's really bamboo fungus!"

"Girl is so lucky. It was the first time I went up the mountain. Not only did I dig out so many bamboo shoots, but I also found precious fungi like bamboo fungus." The village chief was in awe of the woman in front of him.

The onlookers, the director team and the guests, all gathered around him with a ‘hu-la-la’ sound.

Bai Dan looked at the fungus curiously: "What is bamboo fungus?"

After the village chief explained, Bai Dan rolled up his sleeves and pretended to be ready for a big fight: "I'll come and have a look, and I'll go home and make soup for Tian Tian."

Tian Tian held the doll, wore a beautiful little skirt, and leaned on Julie's side obediently, like a little princess who was inexperienced in the world.

On the other hand, when Jiang Shi returned to the wild for the first time, he was like a dove that was released, running around here and looking there. Even Jiang Tianqiong couldn't control him, and he didn't bother to control him anymore, so he simply let him go.

Huo Yanheng also walked forward with the people. He subconsciously touched his back, fearing that the crowd would squeeze his pets. However, this touch came up empty, and the small bag was empty.

He looked slightly startled and pinched it again. There was indeed nothing in the bag.

Huo Yanheng immediately pulled the small bag, but only picked up a feather on the zipper. He frowned suddenly, and then looked around, looking worried.

There was no sign of the bird anywhere. He looked at Leng Qingqing, who was surrounded by people.

He hesitated for a moment and quietly exited without disturbing anyone.