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It is also quite troublesome to shoot videos, which is more troublesome than Duan Feifan imagined, especially when Zhu Zhu was all friends of Jiang Lelai, they took very detailed photos.

Niu Sandao will no longer be able to live in. But the meat is still being sold, and old customers will still come every day. Just the beef at the door, the big pigs took several rounds back and forth, and each trip required Duan Feifan to chop the bone.

After chopping five or six times, the big pig nodded: "Okay, that's OK. I'll take some photos of the little pigs into the store later. Now it's not very good. You can take photos of the inside of the store."

"Okay." Duan Feifan responded.

"Your hands look so beautiful," the big pig walked in while watching the replay, "You can do hand-models."

"Is that right?" Duan Feifan said with a smile, looking at his hands.

He turned his head and glanced at the side. Jiang Kuo, who was divided into four bodies, was not diligent and had no distinction between grains, so Jiang Kuo, who had been sitting next to him, narrowed his eyes.

"Does it look good?" Duan Feifan asked in a low voice, reaching out to his eyes and grabbing it twice, "blink        blink..."

Jiang Kuo felt a sense of dizziness and could not tell for a moment whether this sleep-assisted gesture was too powerful or because Duan Feifan's hands were indeed very beautiful. When his fingers swayed in front of him, he could still see Duan Feifan's handsome face behind the phantom...

After Duan Feifan and the others went to the back, Jiang Kuo came to his senses and stared at the other side of the door.

What does it have to do with you if your hands look good?

A big man!

Staring at the hands of another big man, he also praised his good looks!

What's wrong!

Is it abnormal?

"Hey!" someone shouted at the entrance of the store.

Jiang Kuo turned his head, and the previous dissatisfaction had not yet dissipated. He asked viciously: "What are you doing!"

"Yo!" An aunt stood at the door, pointing at the beef's hand froze in the air, "So fierce! Who are you?"

Is it a customer who bought meat or a regular customer.

Jiang Kuo quickly stood up: "Sorry, I'm distracted."

"The meat is pretty today. Please pick a big piece for me. I want to stir-fry it," the aunt sighed again after saying that, "You will leave in two days, and I don't know where to buy it. The new store is a bit far away..."

"If you need more, you can send it to you. It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, shouting backwards, "Duan Feifan!"

There should have gone to the back passage there, no one paid attention to him.

"How is this tenderloin?" Jiang Kuo pointed to a piece of beef hanging, "It's very tender to stir-fry."

He can't do other meats, but he is very picky because he likes to eat beef, so he is quite familiar with it.

"Okay," the aunt looked at it, "cut it for me, cut it into small pieces."

"...Duan Feifan!" Jiang Kuo glanced at the piece of meat hanging and shouted back again.

Still no one pays attention to him.

Wow.

If you praise me for being good-looking, your mother will run away with her until her ears are gone.

"You can't cut it, right?" the aunt looked at him, "You are Duan Feifan's classmate, right?"

"Yes, yes." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"I have seen one of his classmates and I can cut it," said the aunt, "How about I cut it."

"It's okay, it's okay," Jiang Kuo waved his hand quickly. He had experienced the knife of the meat cut in the store. It was not ordinary. I don't know who the hands were. "I'll call him over, don't dirty your hands."

Before the aunt could speak, Jiang Kuo walked backwards.

After walking two steps, Duan Ling's voice came from behind: "Where are people?"

"Sister Ling!" Jiang Kuo turned his head, as if he had seen a savior, "Sister Ling! Cut some meat for the aunt..."

"Why are you here to guard him?" Duan Ling was happy when he came in and saw him. "No matter what I thought, I'm not afraid of losing my hands."

"They are behind..." Jiang Kuo pointed to the back door.

"Fefan told me," Duan Ling greeted the aunt, put on a set of apron, washed her hands and skillfully took off the meat and started cutting it, "You guys are shooting movies, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Kuo replied, "Are you going to have a rest today?"

"Stay in the afternoon," Duan Ling said, "Didn't Feifan say that he is going to go out for a while and I'll come over."

"Go out?" Jiang Kuo was stunned.

"Hmm? Don't you know?" Duan Ling glanced at him, "I thought he was going out with you."

"I don't know." Jiang Kuo said and walked towards the back door.

Several people were on the other end of the passage and photographed the little pig walking along the old wall. After Jiang Kuo stepped out, he found that he must have been in the camera.

But it was unnatural to go back immediately, so maybe I had to reshoot it again.

So he hesitated for a second, took a chair from the side, and turned back into the room.

I was originally going to find Duan Feifan to question him.

As a result, I cooperated with this shooting so calmly.

What is the overall view of this!

Who can praise Jiang Kuo, a good young man who knows the general situation.

However, after cooperating with this, Jiang Kuo calmed down again after a few minutes.

I agreed to do whatever Duan Feifan should do, and I don’t need to consider whether he is waiting or not. Now Duan Feifan is just "doing what he should do". If he really wants to ask about this crime, wouldn’t he be in vain?

Although not happy.

Jiang Kuo stood in the house with a chair for a while, but decided not to care.

Compared to his discomfort, Duan Feifan’s ability to really relax is the most important thing. Even if he wants to ask, he only needs to mention it casually.

Duan Feifan shook in from the back door and saw him standing there carrying a chair. He was stunned for a moment and then quickly took a step back.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Well?" Duan Feifan looked at him in shock, then at the chair in his hand.

"Ah," Jiang Kuo quickly put down the chair, "I still want to take it out."

"No need to take it, put it in the house," Duan Feifan said. "They will be almost done after taking pictures of the passage today. It will be dark for a while. There are no lights in the market now, so I will take pictures tomorrow."

"Oh," Jiang Kuo nodded, "then I'll take them to have a meal later..."

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifan walked over, pushed his hand gently on his back, and took him to the corner next to the stairs, "I'm going out in a while."

"I heard from Sister Ling." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"Is she here?" Duan Feifan looked at the front room. "Just arrived," Jiang Kuo said, "I just bought an aunt and wanted to cut the meat. I was worried that she was here."

"Why don't you call me?" Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him without saying anything.

"...I didn't hear it after calling me." Duan Feifan added himself.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo smiled.

"That," Duan Feifan continued the previous topic, "I'm going out later. My high school classmate has something to help at home, so it may have to be quite late to come back."

"I understand." Jiang Kuo said.

"Jiang Le's the others," Duan Feifan said, "You... socialize?"

Jiang Kuo laughed: "I don't socialize."

"What should I do?" Duan Feifan asked, "Will they let themselves socialize?"

"Why does it sound so funny?" Jiang Kuobian looked at the back door with joy, "No need to worry, I will say I'll go to dinner later. Jiang Lele may not be willing to eat with me. Maybe they will go to the city to have a trip, and they can't just visit one store if they come."

"Okay," Duan Feifan thought for a while, "Then will you eat by yourself tonight?"

"I roasted some sweet potatoes myself, and they were quite delicious." Jiang Kuo said.

"...I baked that." Duan Feifan said.

"I know it was you baked, but what's wrong? Isn't it delicious?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"It is not certain whether it is roasted or not. It is really impossible to predict whether it tastes good or not." Duan Feifan said, "Don't burn the house for me. Although it is a house that needs to be demolished, it still has to pay for it if it burns it yourself."

"Get out," said Jiang Kuo, "I'll bake in the back passage."

"Persist?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Very persistent." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan looked at him for a few seconds, gritted his teeth and took out his cell phone: "I'll write you a memo, start by lighting the stove..."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled and leaned against the stairs, looking at him.

Duan Feifan lowered his head and poked his phone quickly. Because of the training of sending messages at high frequency, Duan Feifan's fingers were so fast that he had a phantom when typing.
To be continued...