Yang Xu frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed, pretending not to care, but secretly guessing in his heart what Hu Li meant by this attitude.
It was obvious that this little girl had looked down on someone before, but now she suddenly wanted to follow him to fetch water from the woods.
However, all these speculations can only be suppressed in his heart. In front of a bunch of cameras, Yang Xu would not be like someone else who showed all his emotions on his face foolishly.
"Are you going too?"
Gu Lang seemed to be frightened and didn't react for a long time. After all, Hu Li showed that he didn't like him from the beginning, but now he took the initiative to invite him. Not to mention Yang Xu couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out even more. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that a certain badger was suspected to be her fan, Gu Lao San would have put her on the blacklist long ago.
However, Gu Lang's performance, in the eyes of fans, presents a completely different picture.
"Brother San, calm down! She's just a beauty."
"Come back to your senses! You're drooling now."
"You're staring at me like that, aren't you afraid that the boss will get jealous and beat you up again?"
"So you really like little foxes, right? You were pushing it to your pet."
"Tsk, why do I feel like the little fox has won before the game is even decided?"
Seeing Gu Lang standing there in a daze, Hu Li secretly mocked someone in his heart. But if he looked closely, he found that the salted fish's face was not only not surprised, but even frowned.
"Hello!"
Hu Li took two steps forward and said unhappily, "What do you mean? Are you unhappy?"
Yi Jiuyang behind Gu Lang poked him quietly. Someone came back to his senses and shook his head hurriedly: "No, I was just thinking... Ah, forget it, it's nothing!"
I almost said what I was thinking, but luckily I stopped myself in time. A salted fish was worried about his own wit.
Turning around and walking towards a badger, Gu Lang stretched out his hand and shouted, "Boss, give me the pot, I'll go get some water!"
Everyone suddenly realized, and Han Daxia smiled and pointed at Yang Xu, giving him a thumbs up. No wonder he took the initiative to ask Gu Lang to fetch water, because on the one hand, he and Han Daxia were the only ones who knew the route, and on the other hand, Gu Lang was probably the only one who could take the blame.
After all, the badger's temper and fighting ability were all on display at the beginning, and no one wanted to get into trouble. Winning may not be glorious, and losing is even more shameful.
This time Wang Ping didn't do anything weird. He didn't want to return the pot because he needed a stool to sit on and didn't want his fur to get stained with sand. But now he has a new goal.
Pushing the pot towards Gu Lang and letting him pick it up, Wang Ping turned and moved closer to Ding Yi, staring at the rattan in his hand.
Ding Yi, who was weaving a "well" knot with some vines, raised his eyebrows but said nothing, tacitly accepting the badger's onlookers.
Gu Lang was holding a pot, silently leading the way into the woods, while Hu Li followed behind, and playfully ran back to the drone behind her and hooked her finger. The cameraman who was in charge of following her grinned silently on the other side of the camera, and followed with the drone.
As for the drone that was originally filming Gu Lang, it didn't move at all and continued to film the badger.
Here, Yang Xu and Li Mengdie started to start a fire, while Han Daxia and Yi Jiuyang turned back to the woods and continued to carry out dry firewood.
Unlike the men and women over there who were talking and laughing, Ding Yi was talking to himself the whole time.
"Look, now the bottom frame is ready. All that's left is to repeatedly insert rattan strips into it. But since we're weaving a fish trap, we need to tighten the entrance. This way, it's easier for fish to get in than to get out."
As he spoke, Ding Yi gathered all the vines that were scattered around and tightened them with a single vine. While he was busy, he saw a furry little paw reaching out and pulling at his trouser leg.
"Emm..." To be honest, Ding Yi didn't want to deal with a badger. This was different from watching other people's fun before. He really didn't want to let this guy, who he couldn't beat or hide from, notice him.
However, reality is always beyond one's control. When he looked up, he saw a badger pointing at the pile of vines next to him and then pointing at himself.
Ding Yi blinked, a little alert.
"What... do you want to do?"
“Tsk…”
Wang Ping sighed inwardly, thinking that the clever young man was not as smart as Gu Lao San. If this action was shown to a certain salty fish anchor, the other party would never ask this question, but would directly hand it over.
Of course, if this really belonged to Gu Laosan, I'm afraid that Badger would not ask at all and would just take it directly. But he was not very familiar with Ding Yi, so he thought it would be better to say hello before taking it.
Seeing that Ding Yi still didn't quite understand what he meant, Wang Ping simply walked forward, picked up a rattan stick, and pointed at himself.
This time Ding Yi understood, and was immediately surprised. This guy had previously taken the girl's pot and couldn't get it back, so why was he so polite now
After secretly sighing, he also breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Well, you take it!"
Wang Ping turned around while holding the cane, and heard someone behind him muttering, "Very polite..."
The little ears moved, but ignored him. Instead, they cracked their paws and thought, "How is the recliner woven?"
In the woods, Gu Lang and Hu Li had already followed the marks they had left before and arrived near the water source. With clear road signs, they walked much faster the second time.
No longer as reserved as they were at the beginning, the two gradually began to talk to each other.
"So, you followed me here just to get this marching pot back?"
Gu Laosan was a little amused and helpless, secretly sighing at the narrow-mindedness of this girl. This pot is for public use now, so what if she wants to take it back? Won't it be used by everyone
Someone has never thought that there is a kind of rhetoric in this world called making excuses.
"By the way," Hu Li asked casually, as if he had just thought of something, "Is your pet usually so... um, so bad-tempered at home?"
"Here comes another one!"
Gu Lang rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and then said seriously: "In fact, the boss's personality is very simple. As long as you don't provoke him, nothing will happen."
"Really? Then what does it mean to provoke it?" The little girl said a little depressed: "I haven't provoked it, but it still scares me! Oh, and it was so fierce to Brother Yang, it scared me to death!"
"It's quite simple!" Gu Lang said enthusiastically, "Just don't call him a pet in front of the boss, get his permission before taking his things, don't steal his snacks, and don't peek at him bathing or changing clothes..."
The more someone talked, the more Hu Li opened his mouth in disbelief: "Are you raising a pet or a master..."
"So I didn't think of him as a pet. You don't know, he saved my life!"
Once someone starts talking, there is no way to stop. From time to time, the little fox's surprised and questioning voice can be heard in the woods.
“Crack!”
After breaking the vine in its claws again, the badger looked at the short piece of stick that was left and began to get annoyed.
At this time, Ding Yi's curious voice came from behind: "Are you going to make something? Do you want me to help you?"
But as soon as he said this, Ding Yi felt a little regretful and secretly cursed himself for being nosy.
Wang Ping turned around and saw that Ding Yi already had a half-formed fish ball in his hand. He secretly marveled at the man's skillful hands and nodded vigorously.
The badger grabbed the two broken vines and stuck one on each side into the sand, imitating a sitting posture.
Ding Yi nodded: "Oh, you want to weave a chair?"
Wang Ping nodded, and then shook his head again. Seeing Ding Yi's doubt, the badger looked down at the sand under his feet, and simply lay down, with his two little paws on two vines, his legs raised, and crossed his legs.
Ding Yi only felt a row of black lines hanging on his head, and a feeling of being screwed surged in his heart.
It has to be a recliner