Bo Yan said: "It's not done yet."
Xia Siyu ignored this sentence: "You gave it to me, it's mine, I want to try it on. What if it doesn't fit?"
In fact, it’s unlikely that it doesn’t fit, as these T-shirts are all loose-fitting. No matter how fat Xia Siyu is, she is still an artist, and there is no pressure at all to wear a small size.
Bo Yan had no choice but to take it off, and Xia Siyu walked into the house holding it like a treasure. After a while, he walked out and turned around: "Does it look good?"
Bo Yan nodded: "It looks good."
It's really good-looking, but it's not the clothes that are good-looking, it's the people that are good-looking. This dress, set off by her work clothes yesterday, makes it look fresh and elegant. But compared to Xia Siyu's own private server, it's still a bit mediocre.
"Take it off quickly, it's just washed and it's still very wet."
But Xia Siyu liked it very much and quickly changed back: "Can these clothes be worn at night?"
She wanted to wear clothes to show off in front of Shang Feier.
Bo Yan said: "I'll try my best."
In fact, he plans to light a fire later. The temperature here will be higher and the clothes should be dried.
"But that is, if the money is not enough..."
"Hey, what does it matter? At worst, we will transfer to a few more buses and subways." We bought clothes and it was useless to think about it. Xia Siyu was very calm, "This time our money should be enough for the airport bus, right?"
Boyan nodded: "That's enough. We can rent it first, go to the waiting area of the airport bus, and then buy a bus ticket. That'll be enough money."
"That's good. As long as the program team doesn't make any mistakes."
Xia Siyu is a restless person. She wants to jump as soon as she wakes up, "I want to play with fire."
When she lived in Sicily, every household there also had a stove for barbecue. Although it looked different from this stove, it was still wood-burning. They like barbecue, grilled steaks, sausages, etc., so she grew up playing with them.
"Can you?" Bo Yan was a little confused.
"You're underestimating me, aren't you?" Xia Siyu looked for a newspaper or straw to start the fire, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time. So she walked into the house, took a poster of herself, and was about to light it on fire.
Bo Yan quickly stopped her: "How can anyone burn their own portrait? If you don't know, you'd think something happened to you."
Xia Siyu turned around and looked for a few more program posters: "Burn this."
The staff next to me were speechless. If you co-authored this show, you deserve to be burned to the heavens, right
But no one tried to persuade her, so she actually burned it. Not to mention, this thing was a first-rate igniter. Xia Siyu put it into the stove, and soon the charcoal also burned.
Barbecuing does not require a high fire, a shady fire is best. After lighting it, the open flame was put out. Before anyone came, Xia Siyu simply took out the kettle and stood it to make tea. Not to mention, this thing had the feeling of "green ants' newly fermented wine, red clay stove". The tea is rolling, and several bowls of it are smoky. It refreshes the mind, relieves fatigue, and helps digestion. After a few cups of strong tea, Xia Siyu was hungry again.
Just at this time, Han Yifan also said hello: "We are here to see you~ Is the barbecue ready?"
When Bo Yan didn't reply, Xia Siyu sent a voice message: "Hello, uncle."
"Okay, that's probably done. We'll be there shortly."
Han Yifan and the others are coming over, but the clothes and sheets cannot be dried here. Xia Siyu went to collect the clothes: "Are you done now?" As expected of summer, the clothes had only been dried in the sun for more than an hour, and with the help of a little charcoal fire, the clothes were already dry.
Bo Yan's sheets were also dry, but he didn't want them to dry so quickly, but in front of the camera, he couldn't say anything and put away the sheets.
Just as he took it back, he remembered something, shook his head and laughed: "My mattress! I forgot to wash and dry the mattress."
It rained last night, didn't it just wet the sheets, the mattress was also wet.
He deliberately pretended to be okay and came out: "I forgot to wash my mattress."
"Hey, what's the matter? I'll continue to lend you the sofa, and this dress will be used as your accommodation fee." Xia Siyu answered with a tacit understanding.
She quickly changed her clothes, and Bo Yan took out the marinated meat and vegetables. When Han Yifan and the others came in, they saw that they had already lit a charcoal fire. Bo Yan also ordered: "Come on, help me put this bluestone slab on the stove."
Han Yifan said: "I'm here to have a meal, and I have to work. Did you prepare the whole package as promised?"
But I also obeyed when I was helping.
When the bluestone was heated up and there was already a sizzling heat on it, Bo Yan poured a plate of meat on it.
"Wow, it smells so good." In fact, it's not like Han Yifan has never eaten this kind of barbecue, but the feeling is completely different between making it yourself and buying it from a store outside.
When the barbecue was ready, Han Yifan also opened the beer he brought. He brought half a dozen over and opened each one.
The meat is tender and the marinade is full of flavor. When it comes out of the pot, put it on a plate and add some chili noodles. It tastes great. Drinking another can of cold beer, the hot summer heat and the barbecue fire are all suppressed by the cold alcohol. Even the side dishes like celery segments and onions inside bring out the flavor of the meat and are very sweet.
Halfway through eating, Boyan also pulled a few sweet potatoes from the floor of the stove. The sweet potatoes were roasted until their skin burst with oil, making them hot to hold in your hands. When it cools down a bit, peel off the skin and take a bite. The soup is so rich that it almost flows out.
Han Yifan was slurping after eating, and commented: "Your skills are pretty good. If you don't do this anymore, you can open a shop and become popular."
Bo Yan smiled: "Is it delicious? Sheng Hui is seventy, please give me cash."
Han Yifan laughed: "Talk about money hurts feelings."
"Talk about feelings and hurt money." Boyan smiled and stretched out his palm towards him.
Han Yifan looked at Xia Siyu next to him: "Hey, your clothes are very nice. Where did you buy them?"
Xia Siyu smiled slightly: "I bought it here - seventy."
"You two are really serious. Will I default on the bill?" He originally wanted to say that seventy was too much, but seeing that there were several kinds of meat here, the price really didn't matter.
The fire was not too big anymore. Xia Siyu lowered his head and stirred the coals a little to ventilate the fire. Soon the fire started again. Han Yifan saw it and said, "Very skillful."
Xia Siyu nodded: "I used to barbecue a lot when I was a kid."
When he mentioned his childhood, Shang Feier's eyelids twitched: "With you... Teacher Wen?"
Xia Siyu said softly "Hmm".
Shang Feier wanted to ask, but this was a show and it was not appropriate to ask her about her personal affairs, so she could only hide the topic. But the actions of the two people recalling those years also brought back Han Yifan's memories: "Bo Yan, do you still remember the break-up dinner in my senior year? It was red and white beer. I almost fell unconscious after drinking it. It was you." It helped me block a lot.”
Xia Siyu was stunned: "Bo Yan helped you stop drinking? He doesn't know how to drink."
It’s broken, and his last little vest, which doesn’t know how to drink, has also fallen off!
(End of chapter)