Song Qiyue loves to eat meat, but now there are two plates of meat in front of him. It seems that it is too much.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Oh, yeah, I love to eat. I ordered two plates, and one plate is left!"
"Have you finished eating?" Chu Xiaoxin asked.
Song Qiyue looked at him, and she replied, "Mr. Chu, aren't you still there?"
"Me?" Chu Xiaoxin smiled, "I don't like meat."
"Mr. Chu, it turns out that you are a vegetarian." Song Qiyue smiled, "I will let my uncle take care of you in the future."
She joked, alluding to Chu Xiaoxin that he is bullying, which made Chu Xiaoxin raise his eyebrows.
Mo Zhengyan said by the side, "Eat while it's hot, it's not good if it's cold."
Everyone moved around, enjoying delicious dishes.
I have to say that the chefs here have good craftsmanship. The most rare thing is that they do not have the meticulous craftsmanship of the chefs in the city, and the cooking is simple and not exaggerated, but there is no flavor in it, which makes people enjoy it.
However, Song Qiyue did not offend one of those two dishes of Dongpo meat.
The two plates of meat moved quickly, and a few men added another point, and she would take care of the rest one by one.
Chu Xiaoxin looked at Song Qiyue holding the chopsticks to pick the last piece of meat, he was surprised.
One is empty, and another is empty!
"Manager Song, you can't see how you can eat meat." Chu Xiaoxin was really surprised.
He had never seen a woman who could eat so openly.
It's like now, Song Xiangwan at the same table, she just tasted it quickly, and just tasted it.
Ladies should be like this, how can she be so ignorant of temperance?
Song Qiyue raised her eyes and smiled, "It's good to eat meat and supplement collagen."
After swallowing the last piece of Dongpo meat, Song Qiyue couldn't help sighing, it was finally resolved.
After a full meal, everyone was at ease, but Song Qiyue felt a little support in her stomach. It's probably the meat just now, I ate too much.
Song Xiangwan asked, "What do you do this afternoon?"
"It's best to sleep when you're full." Song Qiyue blurted out.
Song Xiangwan frowned, "I came to the fish pond. Isn't it a waste of sleeping?"
"What are the arrangements for Uncle Mo?" Zhou Suhe asked.
"Let's go fishing in the afternoon." Mo Zhengyan said warmly, "you can go hiking in the evening, and you can go to the bamboo house to grill fish when you get down the mountain."
"Hey? Then can we just set up a tent and live on the mountain at night?" Song Qiyue was excited.
"There is no camping project here for the time being." Mo Zhengyan said.
Song Qiyue sighed, "It's a shame, right? Uncle, I think it's possible to set up camping? Are you not a shareholder? Remember to mention it to your boss."
"Xiaoxin, did you hear?" Mo Zhengyan called another person.
Chu Xiaoxin replied, "You can consider it."
"Mr. Chu is the boss of this club?" Song Xiangwan said in shock.
Chu Xiaoxin smiled, "I am a little interested, so I invested."
The result is clear, Chu Xiaoxin is the boss, and Mo Zhengyan is the investor. After tossing for a long time, it turned out to be having fun in his own turf.
Leaving the restaurant, the group went to the pond to fish.
The fishing area of the clubhouse is built in style.
In the back are a few thatched cottages for people to rest. I came out with a bench and selected fishing equipment. You can choose a location to go fishing.
Chu Xiaoxin is the boss and a frequent visitor. He has already taken a seat there and started fishing while wearing sunglasses.
Zhou Suhe helped Song Xiangwan sort out his fishing tackle.
Mo Zhengyan wiped the fishing tackle slowly, not hurriedly.
Song Qiyue had some understanding of these fishing gears. She arranged the gears based on the impressions in her memory.
Chu Xiaoxin saw it, and he asked, "You can fish?"
"Hey, President Chu, don't underestimate me, okay?" Song Qiyue replied, lowering her head to get the fishing line again, only to find that she was entangled and she couldn't untie it.
It's really annoying, what kind of fishing line is so difficult?
Song Qiyue looked up, she subconsciously wanted to call Zhou Suhe for help, but when she looked at it this way, she found that Zhou Suhe's attention was all on Song Xiangwan's body. Song Xiangwan didn't know these cumbersome steps, and naturally he needed Zhou Suhe's help throughout the process.
Song Qiyue looked down at the mess of fishing line, very helpless.
"The thread is tangled?" Mo Zhengyan's voice sounded by the ear.
Song Qiyue said, "Yes, I can't solve it."
Mo Zhengyan put down the fishing rod, he walked over and arranged the fishing line for her.
He approached her and took her fishing rod. Getting closer, Mo Zhengyan's breath drifted over with the wind, "Finishing the fishing line, you must have a clue, you can't be anxious and can't do it recklessly."
"Your theory seems to be used in the market."
"It's the same everywhere, one truth."
"Does your project feel like fishing?"
"Wish the bait." He laughed softly, and Song Qiyue raised her eyebrows, "Uncle, you are really embarrassed."
Here the two stood together and chatted. In another place, Zhou Suhe finally arranged the tools for Song Xiangwan, "Xiangwan, sit here and fish."
"Okay." Song Xiangwan sat down in response.
Zhou Suhe turned around. He wanted to see if Song Qiyue was done well, but he saw her standing with Mo Zhengyan.
The two of them were talking and laughing, and Song Qiyue's smile was bright in the sun.
Zhou Suhe shook the fishing rod in his hand and exerted a slight force.
Finally, the fishing line was sorted out, and Song Qiyue's fishing rod was also lowered into the pond.
To Song Qiyue, fishing was like basking in the sun. She was lazily sitting there with her eyes slightly closed and motionless.
Chu Xiaoxin was indeed an expert at fishing, but it took a long time to win a big fish.
Zhou Suhe also fished one after that, but Mo Zhengyan hadn't gotten off to a good start.
Song Xiangwan looked at the pond, "When can I catch it?"
"Be patient." Zhou Suhe replied.
Song Qiyue's patience is enough, because she has no intention of fishing at all. She must have eaten too much meat just now, and her stomach was spasms and discomfort.
She pursed her lips, sweat oozing from her forehead.
Mo Zhengyan glanced at her calmly.
Zhou Suhe saw the little movement of her seat, and she rubbed her stomach.
"I'm thirsty, I'm going to drink water, who wants water?" Song Qiyue stood up and shouted.
"I want juice with Su He." Song Xiangwan said.
"Coffee." Chu Xiaoxin replied.
"Pure water." Mo Zhengyan said.
"Are you really embarrassed?" Song Qiyue laughed, and everyone also laughed.
Chu laughed and said, "Manager Song personally serves us, of course it is not easy for us to refuse."
Song Qiyue got up and went to the thatched house. She had a cup of hot water, but she still felt upset in her stomach.
"Apple juice." Zhou Suhe also followed, and he ordered the waiter inside.
Song Qiyue turned her head, "I know Xiang Wan loves apple juice."
Song Xiangwan’s diet has been adjusted, and her favorite juice is apple juice.
Zhou Suhe walked up to her and looked at her slightly pale face, "Is my stomach upset?"
Song Qiyue was surprised, how did he find out?
Zhou Suhe glanced at her expression and knew that he had guessed correctly, "I have asked Asen to go to the villa to get medicine."
"Do you still bring medicine with you?"
"Necessities for going out."
"Thank you then."
The two took out their drinks and delivered them to everyone's hands one by one.
Song Qiyue sat down again. The sun was so bright that she was even more uncomfortable when she was exposed to the sun. She didn't say a word, but sweat dripped from her forehead.
The most terrible thing was that she was sleepy and couldn't open her eyes.
"Troubled?" Mo Zhengyan sat one meter away from her.
"Ha, kind of." Song Qiyue admitted frankly.
Mo Zhengyan called the waiter behind him and said something, and the waiter immediately recruited him.
In the next second, the banks of the pond, which was originally very quiet, were suddenly startled by the shouts. Someone's big movements made them look back.
Everyone saw that it was two service workers who took out a wooden toffee chair.
The solid wood toffee chair was a bit heavy, so the two waiters lifted it out together.
"Mr. Mo, where do you put it?" the waiter asked.
Mo Zhengyan pointed to a place, and the waiter gently put down the toffee chair.
And that position is between Song Qiyue and Mo Zhengyan.
"Isn't it sleepy? Lie down." Mo Zhengyan said.
Song Qiyue understood that this was for her!
Song Qiyue thanked him, and she was not welcome, she just lost her chair and lay down on the toffee chair.
Mo Zhengyan glanced over, looking at Song Xiangwan, "Xiangwan, are you sleepy, can I bring you one too?"
Song Xiangwan replied, "No, I'm not sleepy."
Song Qiyue lay down, with the fishing rod still in her hand, but she didn't have any thoughts about fishing. The sunlight was a bit thorny, so she closed her eyes. May afternoon, lazy and quiet, this is a great time to sleep. In a daze, Song Qiyue was lethargic.
She slept over here, but Johnson rushed over, "Master Su He, you want it."
Zhou Suhe stared at him, "No need."
"Yes." Johnson stepped aside.
Song Xiangwan saw that the round black storage box was a small pill box that Zhou Suhe kept close to him.
Who did he ask Johnson to give it to?
It must not be her, then...
Song Xiangwan was a little bored, she stared at the lake.
I don't know how long he was froze, Zhou Suhe suddenly shouted, "Xiang Wan, a fish has taken the bait."
Song Xiangwan reacted and saw that there was indeed a bait!
"Su He, how do you do it?"
"I come."
Zhou Suhe took Song Xiangwan's hand and started to wind up the line. With his help, Song Xiangwan successfully caught a fish!
She cheered happily, "Finally caught it!"
The two people here were happy, Chu Xiaoxin turned his head and smiled at them.
But at the same time, they saw the two in the middle.
Among them, Song Qiyue fell asleep on the toffee. And Mo Zhengyan's chair was placed next to the toffee chair, and he was sitting next to her. Mo Zhengyan was holding an umbrella in his hand, and that umbrella not only supported him, but also blocked a piece of sunlight for Song Qiyue.
Under the umbrella, Song Qiyue didn't notice at all, she slept soundly.
Mo Zhengyan remained motionless, as if he was serious fishing.
After half an hour-
Mo Zhengyan's fishing rod moved. A fish bit the hook.
However, he did not move the fishing rod.
Everyone turned their heads in surprise, and suddenly understood that they must not be able to use the umbrella if they move the fishing rod.
Chu Xiaoxin smiled, he concentrated on fishing.
"Su He, you got a bait on your fishing rod again." Song Xiangwan reminded.
Zhou Suhe's eyes condensed, he used too much force at once, and before the time was right, the fish had already run away.
But Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue both maintained a posture.
He is holding an umbrella, and she is sleeping, which is actually a scene of intimacy and nature.