After Luo Xingguang finished speaking, he turned around and carried her towards the edge. Pan Shiyu was there to collect her.

Song Yaoyao kicked her feet and puffed her cheeks. “Luo Xingguang, put me down!”

“Should I put you down and let you continue struggling in the mud?”

“It’s none of your business! Do you want to get beaten up?”

“Huh? Do you believe that I’ll throw you in?”

“You try!”

“Hurry up, you’re so heavy.”

Tang Xinrou’s teeth hurt. If Mr. Huo were to find out about this, wouldn’t he die of jealousy?

Song Yaoyao sat by the side of the road and muttered, “If your fans see this, will they chase after me and scold me?”

Luo Xingguang smiled faintly. “Are you still afraid of being scolded?”

“Of course, I have a family.”

Their conversation made Song Yi and the others envious.

Luo Xingguang rolled his eyes at her and turned to leave.

Tang Xinrou passed her the shoes and went back to continue planting rice.

“Yaoyao, let’s go.”

Pan Shiyu and Song Yaoyao stood together like a father and daughter.

Pan Shiyu was tall and big. He looked at Song Yaoyao. The two of them chatted and laughed as they slowly walked along the winding path towards the small courtyard.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. As though they had been poked by a needle, holes formed and rays of sunlight shone through the gaps.

The two figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

One big and one small.

Song Yi Sighed. “I really feel that Yaoyao is like Mr. Pan’s daughter.”

This was probably fate, right?

In the past, there had been so many guests, but Pan Shiyu had never been particularly close to anyone.

Tang Xinrou smiled. “Who wouldn’t like someone like Yaoyao? She’s the type of child that the elders often talk about.”

Sensible, obedient, and good at studying.

…

“Mr. Pan, wait for me!”

Song Yaoyao trotted after him, panting.

Pan Shiyu found it funny. “Your stamina isn’t that good. You still need to train more.”

He supported Song Yaoyao so she could catch her breath.

Song Yaoyao’s eyes curved. “Mr. Pan, you’re right. The main thing is that I’m too thin, so Mr. Pan, let’s make a little cake to eat later!”

Pan Shiyu: “…”

He finally understood that Song Yaoyao had come to the program to eat!

“Did that person at your house agree to let you eat so many sweets?”

Cough—

Song Yao felt guilty and quickly brushed her hand across Pan Shiyu’s wrist before touching her nose.

“Mr. Pan, how did you know?”

“You’re a celebrity and a little genius, how could I not know? And I already said that my wife really likes you and is your fan.”

When Pan Shiyu mentioned his wife, the corners of his lips could not help but curl into a smile. “If you were to enter the entertainment industry, she would definitely be the happiest one.”

Because she could finally see Song Yaoyao often.

Song Yaoyao did not expect that there would be people who really liked her.

She asked curiously, “Then… when you have time, I would like to treat this big sister to a meal.”

“Haha, if she hears you call her big sister, she will be so happy.”

The conversation between the two was quiet and common.

There was only one hour in a show; conversations like this would usually be cut out.

Back at the restaurant. Pan Shiyu said that Huo Yunque did not allow Song Yaoyao to eat too much dessert, but he still made her a cupcake with light cream and strawberry on top.

Song Yaoyao ate it with satisfaction.

After three days, everyone got along very well.

But it was time for Song Yaoyao to leave.

Before leaving, the guests had to write down some thoughts on the restaurant’s message board. Of course, this could also include gossip.