"What?" Su Qiao didn't understand what he meant.
"Just do whatever you want."
Su Qiao nodded: "Of course."
"Look at me. I can say whatever I want to say and do whatever I want to do. Isn't it very cool and comfortable?"
"Well, you have a special kind of carefreeness. I've always envied you, but I didn't dare to be like you before."
Perhaps because his back was facing Su Qiao, Han Feng was bolder now and no longer stuttered out of nervousness.
"Then you don't need to be envious anymore. Follow me and live a free life."
Han Feng's black eyes sparkled, and he said seriously and firmly: "Okay, I'll follow you."
The corners of Su Qiao's mouth rose slightly.
Finally turned onto the road.
"That's right, follow me and you'll have meat to eat."
"I'm a man, I..." Han Feng wanted to say, 'I'm a man, I should take care of you'.
Unexpectedly, his scalp tightened and a bunch of hair was pulled by Su Qiao.
He immediately changed his words wisely: "Well, in order to eat meat, I will follow you too."
After giving him a simple crew cut, Su Qiao walked to the front, looked at him carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's much better this way."
When she said "pleasing to the eye", she didn't know whether she meant the fact that he had a crew cut, or that he was no longer as timid and hesitant as before.
Han Feng didn't dare to ask. He scratched his head out of some discomfort, but found nothing.
Only then did he remember that his hair had been cut off.
"Do you really think I'm fine like this?"
Su Qiao put away the knife and continued to weave the backpack: "It couldn't be better."
"Then... I'll be like this from now on."
Han Feng didn't know what was wrong with him. He was in high spirits, with the corners of his mouth raised and the happiness in his eyes that he couldn't suppress.
Afraid that he would be too obvious and scare Su Qiao, Han Feng quickly said, "Xiao Qiao, I'll go pick some mushrooms nearby and grill them for you later."
"Okay, don't go too far."
Su Qiao asked 444 to help her keep an eye on him, and continued to weave the backpack with peace of mind.
When the backpack was almost finished, Han Feng put a big bag of mushrooms in his coat and came back happily.
"Xiao Qiao, look, I picked a lot of mushrooms."
Su Qiao leaned over and took a look, a little dumbfounded: "You mushroom..."
Han Feng was a little confused: "What's wrong?"
He lowered his gaze to the pockets of his clothes and asked excitedly, "Do you also think these mushrooms are beautiful?"
Su Qiao felt helpless and amused.
"Don't you know that the more colorful the mushroom, the more poisonous it is?"
"Ah? Poisonous?" This time it was Han Feng's turn to be dumbfounded.
He only knew that mushrooms were edible. A few days ago, he saw Su Qiao picking mushrooms, and he thought they were all the same.
"I told you that you are not a farmer, but you still don't believe me. Which rural village are you from? Don't you know that you can't just pick mushrooms randomly?"
Su Qiao bent down and picked for a long time, but only less than one third was left.
"I... I didn't know these were poisonous. I thought they looked good and pretty, so I thought they were edible."
Han Feng blushed.
How come he can't do anything right
No wonder Guan Xiaodong said he was a gigolo.
"It's okay, just be careful next time. Wash these and grill them later."
"Well, I'll pick the ugly ones next time."
Su Qiao threw the few remaining edible mushrooms into the basket. Han Feng quickly grabbed them and put them on his back.
The two of them strolled around the area, found some wild vegetables, caught a few snakes, then slowly returned to the camp and went to the river.
Everyone was amazed to see the beautiful backpack on Han Feng's back and the delicate small basket in his hand that looked like it was used to catch fish.