The next day, when it was daylight, they were woken up by the loudspeaker in the yard.
Song Yi: "Yoyao, Xinrou, are you awake?"
"call-"
Tang Xinrou sat up abruptly from the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked around blankly.
who I am? where am I? What should I do
"Get up quickly, or you will miss breakfast."
"Well... ok."
Tang Xinrou tilted her head and knocked on her head, trying to drive out the unconsciousness in her mind.
She squinted and began to fumble with her clothes.
After putting on his clothes, he crawled out of bed like a wandering soul, and suddenly found—
"Where's Yaoyao?!"
Why is the bed beside her empty
Song Yi yelled around, and as soon as she went downstairs, she bumped into Song Yaoyao who was coming back from a run.
She was dumbfounded, "Yaoyao, you got up so early?"
Song Yaoyao smiled shyly, "I recognize the bed (person), if you can't fall asleep, just get up and exercise."
"I really envy you young people who are full of energy every day." Song Yi sighed.
"Morning."
The magnetic and pleasant youth voice sounded from behind. Song Yi's eyes lit up when she heard the voice, and she greeted warmly, "Morning."
At this time, other people also got up one after another and came down from upstairs.
Tang Xinrou was in a trance, walked over and leaned on Song Yaoyao.
She is a head taller than Song Yaoyao, and beside Song Yaoyao, there is really no way to remind people of Xiaoniaoyiren.
"Baby, when did you get up? It's too early, isn't it?"
She went to bed late yesterday, and she didn't get enough sleep at all.
"Five o'clock."
"Five o'clock?! I accept!"
Tang Xinrou knocked on the head, put her arms around Song Yaoyao coquettishly, "I'm so sleepy~"
"Pigs are faster than you."
"What are you playing—" Tang Xinrou flew over with a swishing eye, "Colorful fart."
Luo Xingguang pointed to the camera, "Pay attention, we're shooting."
"snort!"
Tang Xinrou rubbed against Song Yaoyao, "I don't have the same knowledge as that person."
"Good morning."
Pan Shiyu was the last one to come down. Standing on the stairs, looking at the youthful, beautiful and childish faces below, he suddenly had a thought: "Am I teaching a kindergarten?"
And these people below are the children who are waiting to be fed.
"Pfft..."
Song Yi said: "Teacher Pan, then I may be a repeater in kindergarten, or the kind of nail household."
Dong Wen wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Pan Shiyu, "How can you compare with me? You are a child."
He walked towards the kitchen, "Come on, guests, please order, what would you like to eat in the morning?"
Song Yaoyao was the first to raise her hand, "Strawberry cake!!"
Yesterday, Pan Shiyu also made a small cake to welcome her, but Song Yaoyao didn't even enjoy it.
"Cough..."
Pan Shiyu couldn't help laughing, "Yaoyao, you really like sweets, but in the morning, you still have to eat something healthy."
Song Yaoyao's expression was visibly listless.
"I'll make it for you in the afternoon, as afternoon tea."
In a word, Song Yaoyao was revived with full blood.
"Thank you, Teacher Pan!!"
After getting along with last night and today, everyone dared to make fun of Pan Shiyu.
Hearing this, he immediately pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Teacher Pan is biased!"
"The customer hasn't ordered yet!"
Pan Shiyu: "For guests, just listen to them. You were guests yesterday, and you have to work today."
Everyone: "..."
Pancakes for breakfast, a small bowl of porridge for each person, served with dried radish developed by Pan Shiyu himself.
Through the huge glass window, watching the autumn rain outside, the sound of hitting the ground is very pleasant.