After picking the tomatoes, Huang Hongcheng handed them to Zhang Jian: "Zhang Jian, my wrist is uncomfortable, so I'll have to trouble you."
Not a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Zhang Jian: "Oh."
Four tomatoes.
Anyway, he was quite thirsty.
He ate while walking, so he wasn't tired.
And so the four continued walking.
Another half hour passed.
Huang Hongcheng got anxious again, looking at the hill ahead, a godforsaken place, he frowned: "Help me look too, where can potatoes and sweet potatoes grow? They should be hanging on branches like tomatoes, right?"
Li Xin: "I think so too."
Su Fengfeng: "Brother Hongcheng is right."
From behind, Zhang Jian: "..."
Hanging on branches?
Obviously buried in the soil, okay?
Idiot.
Zhang Jian didn't speak, just wandered along with them.
"Zhang Jian, why aren't you giving your opinion?" Not hearing him speak, Huang Hongcheng spoke again.
That look, as if he was the least enthusiastic in the team.
