I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The next morning, just as the sun rose over the hillside on the grassland, a clear bell rang out outside the camp.

Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.

The sound was neither hurried nor slow, mingling with the morning breeze, as if someone were pulling an invisible thread from afar, slowly waking up the entire grassland.

When Zhao Lei came out of the yurt, his hair was still messy, and he was carrying a water bottle provided by the production team.

He stood at the doorway, yawned, and was just about to stretch when his foot suddenly slipped.

"Why!"

The kettle flew out of my hand.

Shen Ling'er was sitting on a wooden stake not far away, holding a large dolphin plush toy in her arms. Hearing the sound, she didn't even turn her head, but stretched out one foot and gently hooked the kettle before it hit the ground.

The kettle spun once in mid-air before landing steadily in her arms.

Zhao Lei opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Shen Ling'er looked down at the kettle, then looked at him.

"Your wrist is too loose when you pick things up."

Zhao Lei walked over and took the kettle back.

"I was just not fully awake."

"You can lose things even when you're not fully awake."

"Then I'll take it next time I wake up."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's smarter."

Zhao Lei, holding the water bottle, looked at her intently for a few seconds.

"Teacher Ling'er, are you already sitting here waiting for me to make a mistake?"

"no."

"Then why did you catch it just in time?"

"Because it flew over."

"What's the difference between your explanation and no explanation at all?"

"It had already flown over."

Zhao Lei looked down at the kettle and suddenly felt that he and the kettle were both being controlled by some irresistible force.

Not far away, Yang Mi had already come out of the yurt.

She was wearing a light-colored coat today, and her long hair was gently blowing in the wind, making her look clean and gentle. She walked to Shen Ling'er's side and tucked her daughter's wind-blown hair behind her ears.

"Ling'er, are you cold this morning?"

"It's not cold."

"Show your hands to Mom."

Shen Ling'er reached out her hand.

Yang Mi held her little hand and found that her fingertips were a little cold, so she took off her scarf and wrapped it around her daughter's neck.

Shen Ling'er looked down at the scarf.

"Mom, you're cold."

"Mom isn't cold."

You're lying.

Yang Mi was taken aback.

Shen Ling'er grabbed the other end of the scarf and draped half of it over Yang Mi's shoulder.

"That way you won't be cold."

Yang Mi looked at her daughter, a smile slowly appearing in her eyes.

"Ling'er can take care of her mother now."

"I always will."

Zhao Lei whispered from the side, "She doesn't just know how to take care of people, she knows how to allocate resources."

Shen Ling'er turned to look at him.

"What did you just say?"

Zhao Lei immediately hugged the water bottle tightly.

"I said, the weather is nice today."

That's not what you were talking about.

"I think this is more important."

Shen Ling'er looked at him for a while, but did not ask any further questions.

"You reacted quickly."

Just as Zhao Lei breathed a sigh of relief, the director and his crew came over.

"Everyone, this morning we're going to a herder's home to experience life on the grassland."

Chen Doudou immediately asked, "Is there any food?"

Lin Jia closed her eyes.

The director laughed and said, "There's milk tea and freshly made dairy products."

Chen Doudou's eyes lit up immediately.

"Then I can go."

"Didn't you say you hadn't decided yet?" Lin Jia asked.

Chen Doudou said seriously, "I've made up my mind now."

Several vehicles drove forward along the grassland path.

The road surface was uneven, and the car bumped along every now and then. Zhao Lei sat in the back seat, gripping the armrests tightly with both hands, his face gradually turning pale.

Bai Sisi glanced at him.

"Didn't you say you weren't afraid of being jolted?"

"I'm not afraid."

"Then why are you holding on so tightly?"

"I am feeling the power of the grassland."

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi and looked up at the rearview mirror.

You're grabbing the seat.

"The seats are also part of the grassland."

Shen Ling'er ignored him, and simply took out a coin from her pocket and twirled it lightly between her fingers.

The coin flipped over the back of her hand and disappeared between her two fingers.

Zhao Lei's eyes widened suddenly.

"Teacher Ling'er, when did you start having coins in your hand?"

Shen Ling'er looked out the window.

"Just now."

"When was that?"

"When you grabbed the seat."

Zhao Lei looked down and touched his pocket, his expression suddenly changing.

"Where are my coins?"

Shen Ling'er opened her palm, and the coin lay quietly in her hand.

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"When did you take it?"

"Your pockets are too shallow."

"Why don't I feel anything at all?"

"Because you've been afraid."

Zhao Lei looked at the coin, his voice lowering slightly.

"Is that the Cloud-Piercing Hand, or the Star-Plucking Hand?"

Shen Ling'er flicked the coin back into his arms.

"Neither."

"What is that?"

"smoothly."

Zhao Lei caught the coin and remained silent for a moment.

"I can't even leave anything in the car now."

"You can put it down."

"Then why did you take it in the first place?"

"If you put it where you can't see it, it won't happen."

Zhao Lei looked down at his pocket.

"I see."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"What have you figured out now?"

"From now on, keep your valuables close to your body."

"Do you have any valuables on you?"

Zhao Lei thought about it seriously.

"My phone, my wallet, and my dignity."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Dignity doesn't have to be sacrificed."

Why?

"You didn't have much left to begin with."

Yang Mi, sitting in the front row, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Bai Sisi also smiled.

Zhao Lei clutched his chest and leaned back in his seat.

"The first thing you said this morning was so heavy."

Shen Ling'er spun the coin in her palm.

"You got up late today and didn't hear what was coming up."

What's ahead?

"no."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The car stopped next to a white Mongolian yurt.

A herdsman in his fifties was already waiting at the door, followed by a little girl in a red coat. The little girl was about seven or eight years old, holding a rag doll with a missing ear. She became a little shy when she saw the crew and hid behind the man.

The uncle warmly invited everyone inside.

Inside the yurt were a wooden table, a milk bucket, and several wooden basins filled with dairy products. The air was filled with a faint aroma of milk and the smell of burning firewood.

As soon as Chen Doudou sat down, she stared at a piece of cheese on the table.

"Is this sweet?"

The little girl whispered, "It's a little salty."

Chen Doudou picked it up and smelled it.

"Then why does it look like a steamed bun?"

Lin Jia quickly took the cheese back.

"Let me hear your uncle's introduction first."

The herdsman said with a smile, "This is cheese we made ourselves. Today I can teach everyone how to make it."

The production team quickly distributed milk, milk skin, wooden spoons, and a small copper basin to each family.

Yang Mi put on an apron and helped Shen Ling'er roll up her sleeves.

"Ling'er, do you want to do this with Mommy today?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at the copper basin.

"Can."

"Can you?"

"meeting."

Zhao Lei quickly asked from the side, "Did your dad teach you this too?"

Shen Ling'er was testing the weight of the copper basin when she heard this and looked up.

"He never taught it."

Zhao Lei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, there's something you can't do."

"I've seen others do it."

"You'll understand once you've seen it?"

"almost."

Zhao Lei's face, which had just relaxed, slowly stiffened again.

The herdsman first poured the milk into a pot, heated it, and then slowly stirred it with a wooden spoon. When a fine layer of milk skin appeared on the surface of the milk, he used a long-handled spoon to lift the milk skin and place it on a wooden board next to him.

The children watched very attentively.

Zhao Mengmeng asked softly, "Why did the milk turn into skin?"

The man explained, "When the fat in the milk is heated, it rises to the top and gradually solidifies into a milk skin."

Shen Ling'er stared at the milk in the pot and suddenly said, "Turn the heat down."

The uncle paused.

"The fire isn't very big right now."

"The bottom of the pot is already starting to stick."

He glanced down and quickly moved the pot to the side. Sure enough, there was a ring of slightly darker milk stains at the bottom of the pot.

Zhao Lei peeked over.

"You can tell from that?"

Shen Ling'er gently touched the bottom of the pot with a wooden spoon.

"The sound is different when the spoons touch."

The uncle smiled and nodded.

"The girl has very good hearing."

Shen Ling'er didn't reply, but simply turned down the heat and added a little water to the milk.

Yang Mi was somewhat puzzled.

"Why add water?"

"If the pot is too thick, the heat will stay at the bottom."

Will adding water affect the taste?

"Just a little bit, it won't hurt."

As Shen Ling'er spoke, she used a wooden spoon to draw circles along the bottom of the pot, her movements even more steady than the uncle's.

The milk gradually resumed its even flow.

After watching for a while, Zhao Lei couldn't help but say, "Isn't this supposed to be making cheese? Why does it look like we're trying to salvage a pot?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"A pot is a thing too."

"so?"

"If something is about to break, save it first."

Zhao Lei nodded.

"I understand that principle."

Shen Ling'er narrowed her eyes.

"You'd better really know."

After a while, the milk began to curdle.

The uncle scooped the curd from the pot into a cloth bag, demonstrating how to tighten the bag and squeeze out the excess water. Several adults followed suit, and the scene became chaotic for a moment.

Zhao Lei twisted the bag a few times, and the whey in the bag immediately gushed out from the side, splashing all over his face.

Zhao Mengmeng was startled.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Zhao Lei wiped his face with his eyes closed.

"It's alright, this is Grandma expressing her affection to me."

Shen Ling'er glanced at his cloth bag.

You turned it wrong.

"Where did I go wrong?"

"You're putting all your effort into the bag opening."

"Where should it be used?"

"middle."

Shen Ling'er took the cloth bag, first folding the opening inwards once, then pressing the cheese firmly towards the center. She didn't twist it violently, but squeezed out a small amount of whey first, and only slowly increased the pressure after the cloth adhered to the curd.

The whey flowed down the bottom of the bag, and almost stopped spraying out.

Zhao Lei was dumbfounded.

Why did it feel like I was fighting with it just now?

"Because you just want to squeeze out the water."

"What's the problem?"

"You even crushed the cheese."

Zhao Lei looked down and saw that his cloth bag had indeed deflated into a ball.

Shen Ling'er tidied it up again.

"Let it take shape first, then squeeze out the water."

Zhao Lei pursed his lips.

"There's an order to making cheese."

"What things don't have a sequence?"

Zhao Lei thought for a moment.

"Have a meal."

Chen Doudou nodded immediately.

"Yes, we can start eating right away."

Lin Jia: "..."

After the cheese was pressed, the uncle asked everyone to hang up the cloth bags and wait for the whey to slowly flow out.

Just then, the little girl in the red coat suddenly walked to the door and anxiously looked outside.

The rag doll in her arms was already crumpled and wrinkled.

Shen Ling'er glanced at her.

Did you lose something?

The little girl shook her head.

"no."

"Then why are you staring outside?"

The little girl pursed her lips and did not answer.

Yang Mi squatted down and asked gently, "Is there something you can't find?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment before whispering, "My little lamb is gone."

The herdsman's expression changed.

"When did it disappear?"

The little girl pointed behind the yurt.

"I went to get the milk bucket, and it was still there. But when I came back, it was gone."

The man immediately went out to check.

The production crew followed them out.

Behind the yurt was a low grassy slope with many sheep hoof prints on the ground, and a patch of bushes in the distance. The grassland looked messy and disorganized, making it impossible to tell which set of footprints had been left recently.

Zhao Lei stared at it for a long time.

"With so many footprints, how are we supposed to find them?"

Shen Ling'er did not answer.

She walked to the edge of the grassy slope, squatted down, and reached out to pick up a small handful of grass leaves.

The roots of the grass leaves were still covered with dew.

She looked at the ground again, then took a few steps to the right.

"They're not heading towards the sheep."

The herdsman asked, "Why?"

"The grass here has been trampled down, but it hasn't been eaten."

She pointed to several crooked grass stalks on the ground.

"If the sheep finds grass to eat on its own, the grass stalks will break, it won't just fall down."

The uncle squatted down to examine it, and his expression gradually became serious.

Shen Ling'er continued forward along the grassy slope.

She stopped by a rock and looked up at the bushes.

"There."

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed and saw a small patch of white wool peeking out from behind the bushes.

Zhao Mengmeng immediately ran over.

"Found it!"

But the lamb didn't come out. Its body was stuck between two bushes, and its hind legs were entangled in a thin vine, which tightened the more it struggled.

The little girl's eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't pull it."

Shen Ling'er walked over quickly.

The herdsman reached out to take the lamb out, but Shen Ling'er immediately stopped him.

"Don't make any moves yet."

"It's entangled."

"It's in a lot of pain right now, and it kicks wildly when you touch it."

Shen Ling'er squatted down beside the lamb, first taking off her coat and covering the lamb's eyes.

The lamb's struggles did indeed slow down.

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, couldn't help but whisper, "What's going on?"

"Make it invisible to people."

"Does being unable to see mean you're not afraid?"

"At least it won't be constantly watching who wants to touch it."

Shen Ling'er touched the area where the vines were entwined with her fingers, and then took out a small pair of scissors from the production crew's toolbox.

Instead of cutting the tightest part directly, she first cut off a few thin vines on the outside, and then used a stick to pry open the gaps between the bushes.

The lamb's hind legs slowly loosened.

The last vine got stuck in the wool. Shen Ling'er used scissors to cut it along the root of the wool, without touching the lamb's leg throughout the process.

The lamb suddenly stood up and took two steps back.

The little girl quickly ran over and hugged it.

"You scared me to death!"

The lamb lowered its head and rubbed against her hand.

Shen Ling'er stood up and patted the grass clippings off her hands.

The herdsman looked at her and couldn't help but ask, "You can even save sheep?"

"I know a little."

"Who taught you that?"

Shen Ling'er thought for a moment.

"My dad."

Zhao Lei immediately shut his mouth.

The man didn't press further; instead, he bent down to examine the lamb's hind legs.

Shen Ling'er suddenly said, "It can't go back to the flock right away."

Why?

"My legs were bound, and the blood hasn't fully returned to normal."

She gestured to the uncle to put the lamb on flat ground, then picked a small piece of broad-leaved grass from the side, crushed it, and applied it to the lamb's leg.

The herdsman looked at the patch of grass, and his expression changed slightly.

"Is this an anti-itch herb?"

"Um."

"Do you know him?"

"I've seen it."

"Even the kids around here might not recognize them all."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"It's not difficult to understand it."

"The difficulty lies in knowing when to use it."

She applied the mud and then wrapped a piece of soft cloth around the outside of the lamb's leg.

"Tear it down in half an hour."

The uncle nodded seriously.

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, had completely lost his desire to tease.

After a long while, he whispered, "Teacher Ling'er."

"Um?"

"How come you even recognize grass?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the little lamb that had calmed down.

"The grass grows there not for its appearance."

Zhao Lei looked down and around.

"With so much grass here, what's the purpose of each type?"

"You want to know?"

"think."

"Keep an eye on the cheese from earlier."

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"cheese?"

"You hung it crookedly."

Zhao Lei quickly turned around.

Sure enough, he had casually hung his bag of cheese on the wooden pole while watching the lambs. The bag was uneven, with all the curd squeezed to one side.

He quickly ran over to adjust.

Shen Ling'er stood there and said calmly, "Look, it almost broke again just now."

While holding the cloth bag, Zhao Lei replied, "Isn't this what I'm doing—studying?"

"When you're studying, things will always go wrong."

That means I have a lot of room for improvement.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"That's a clever statement."

Zhao Lei paused, then immediately turned to look at her.

"Is this a compliment?"

"no."

"What is that?"

"fact."

Zhao Lei lowered his head again to arrange the cheese, but couldn't help but smile.

The little girl, holding a lamb, walked up to Shen Ling'er.

"Thank you."

Shen Ling'er looked at the rag doll in her arms.

"Your doll's ears are broken too."

The little girl looked down and looked sad.

"It lost an ear."

"Give me."

The little girl hesitantly handed over the doll.

Shen Ling'er took out a thin needle and a piece of black thread from her pocket.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lei immediately became alert.

"When did you get needles again?"

While threading the needle, Shen Ling'er answered, "Just now."

"Where did you get it from?"

"On the table."

"Who gave you permission to take it?"

"Nobody's here."

Zhao Lei gasped.

"This isn't called taking, this is called..."

"borrow."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"I will return it after use."

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

Shen Ling'er pinched the broken ear of the rag doll, but instead of sewing it up immediately, she first stuffed the exposed cotton back in and then folded the edges of the tear inward.

The needle and thread moved back and forth in her hands, the stitches fine and dense, making the original tear almost invisible.

The little girl took the doll and touched the newly sewn-up ear with delight.

"It's the same as before."

"They're not the same."

"What's different?"

"The stitching wasn't good before."

Shen Ling'er pointed to her other ear.

"This one will fall off soon too."

The little girl quickly hugged the doll tightly.

"What should we do then?"

"Sew both together."

The little girl nodded.

Yang Mi stood beside her, watching her daughter thread the needle with her head down, her eyes full of tenderness.

Zhao Lei stared at the needle, his expression complex.

"Teacher Ling'er."

"What are you doing?"

"What if one day you suddenly sew a rabbit out of my clothes?"

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"Your clothes are too stiff."

"What kind of evaluation is this?"

"Not suitable."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The little girl's doll was quickly repaired.

Shen Ling'er returned the needle and thread to the staff member and then twirled the needle between her fingers.

The needle disappeared again in the next second.

Zhao Lei suddenly stood up straight.

"etc."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Where's the needle?"

"I gave it back to him."

The staff member looked down and touched his pocket, and was surprised to find that the needle had returned to its original position.

Zhao Lei stared at Shen Ling'er.

"Are you performing in front of everyone?"

"no."

"Then why did you turn around just now?"

"Habit."

Zhao Lei remained silent for a long time.

"I've made up my mind."

Bai Sisi asked, "What have you decided?"

Zhao Lei said seriously, "From now on, I will be in charge of keeping all the needles and thread in the house."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"Can."

Just as Zhao Lei smiled, she added, "Anyway, you won't find it."

Zhao Lei: "..."

When we got back to the yurt, the cheese had almost solidified.

The uncle opened the bag and took out the cheese. Shen Ling'er pinched a small piece, smelled it first, and then gently pressed it with her fingertip.

"Almost there."

The older man asked, "Where is it a little lacking?"

"There's a lot of water inside."

"How did you know?"

"The button is too slow to return to its original position."

Shen Ling'er put the cheese back into the cloth bag and pressed it down.

"Hang it a little longer."

Zhao Lei looked at the cheese and couldn't help but say, "It's just cheese, don't treat it like a patient."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Patients also need to consider how quickly they recover."

Yang Mi asked softly, "Ling'er, do you still know how to treat illnesses?"

"I know a little."

Zhao Lei immediately turned his head.

"I've heard of that."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"You've met him before."

"No, I mean you're starting to know a little bit again."

"Knowing a little is knowing a lot."

Zhao Lei subconsciously took a half step back.

The herdsman brought over a bowl of hot milk tea, but frowned as he put it down.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"Your hand hurts."

The man stopped what he was doing.

"no."

"When you held the bowl, you didn't use your right thumb to apply force."

"I'm just a little tired today."

Shen Ling'er walked over and grabbed his wrist.

The man instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but Shen Ling'er twisted her fingers and firmly pressed his hand onto the table.

The movements were quick, but without excessive force.

Zhao Lei was completely stunned.

"What is this?"

Shen Ling'er ignored him and looked down at the uncle's hand.

"It's swollen here."

The man looked down and saw that there was indeed a slight redness and swelling on the web of his right hand.

"It got caught in the fence yesterday while we were repairing it."

"The bone isn't broken."

Shen Ling'er pressed his knuckles and then made him move his fingers.

The middle-aged man stretched a few times, his expression showing some surprise.

"How did you figure that out?"

"When you picked up the bowl just now, you were missing a finger."

Shen Ling'er took an ice pack from the production crew's first-aid kit and handed it to him.

"Apply it for 15 minutes first."

"Do I need to go to the hospital?"

"No need today." "If the swelling gets worse tonight, or your fingers feel numb, then go."

The uncle nodded seriously.

Zhao Lei, standing to the side, asked in a low voice, "Teacher Ling'er, are you examining a patient or interrogating her?"

"see a doctor."

"When you held him down just now, I almost thought you were going to lecture him."

"His hands won't obey him."

Zhao Lei was speechless.

Yang Mi looked at his daughter and said softly, "Ling'er, others will feel pain, so be gentle with your hands."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"I know."

"Then why were you so fast just now?"

"Because he wants to stop."

"He stopped, couldn't you have slowed down a bit?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it seriously.

"If you're too slow, he'll run away."

Yang Mi: "..."

Zhao Lei sighed softly beside him, "Now I finally understand why her father taught her so many skills, but no one dared to let her do an internship at the hospital."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"What did you say?"

"I said you have a lot of talent."

"This sentence is acceptable."

Zhao Lei immediately shut his mouth.

At noon, the herdsman brought out freshly made cheese, milk skin, and roasted mutton. Chen Doudou ate with gusto, even devouring two large pieces of the salty cheese that she had initially complained about.

Lin Jia looked at the empty plate.

"Didn't you say it looked like a steamed bun?"

Chen Doudou nodded.

"Now it's a delicious steamed bun."

Shen Ling'er ate a small piece of cheese and nodded.

"This time it's okay."

Zhao Lei immediately asked, "How does it compare to the grilled fish at the restaurant yesterday?"

"It's not the same thing."

Which one do you prefer?

Shen Ling'er glanced at the cheese.

"this."

Zhao Lei laughed and said, "Because you made it yourself?"

"Because it didn't lie to me."

Zhao Lei was stunned.

"Can cheese lie?"

"If it's not done well, you can smell it."

"So it didn't lie to you, so you like it?"

"Um."

Zhao Lei thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Then I won't lie to you anymore."

Shen Ling'er looked at him.

"You don't need to lie."

Why?

You can't hide it.

Zhao Lei: "..."

Laughter erupted again from inside the yurt.

The afternoon sun shone on the grass, and the sheep moved slowly in the distance. The rescued lamb had rejoined the flock, though it still walked a little slower than the others.

Shen Ling'er sat at the door, holding a small piece of cheese in her hand.

The little girl, holding the repaired doll, sat quietly beside her.

After a while, the little girl asked, "Can you do everything?"

Shen Ling'er shook her head.

"Won't."

"Then what can't you do?"

Shen Ling'er thought about it for a long time.

"I won't make everything obey."

Why?

"They have their own ideas."

The little girl nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"So, will you make Uncle Zhao Lei listen to you?"

Zhao Lei, who was drinking milk tea not far away, suddenly choked.

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"He's worthless."

Zhao Lei clutched his chest.

"Thank you."

Shen Ling'er continued to eat her cheese with her head down.

"But he's much more obedient now."

Zhao Lei wiped his mouth and asked earnestly, "Where was I obedient today?"

"He didn't bump into the horse, didn't pull the rope too hard, didn't kill the fish, and even caught the water bottle."

Zhao Lei's eyes gradually brightened.

"So, you're saying I did a great job today?"

"no."

Zhao Lei's smile froze.

Why?

"Because you simply haven't made any mistakes."

"Isn't it good enough that we haven't made any mistakes?"

"Not bad doesn't mean good."

Zhao Lei remained silent for a moment, then suddenly nodded.

"I see."

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"Is this for real this time?"

Zhao Lei said seriously, "Are you telling me that one shouldn't be satisfied with just not having any problems?"

Shen Ling'er looked at him but did not answer immediately.

Zhao Lei's expression gradually became tense.

After a few seconds, Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's fine."

Zhao Lei clenched his fist slightly and said in a low voice, "I finally have a complete sentence today."

Bai Sisi looked at her husband from afar, shaking her head with a smile.

The wind on the grassland blows across the top of the yurt, causing the white cloth to ripple gently.

Shen Ling'er looked down at the cheese in her hand, then at the sheep that were slowly growing in the distance.

She suddenly said, "Let's go to the market this afternoon."

The director asked, "What are you going to do at the grassland market?"

"Buy things."

"What should I buy?"

"Buy whatever you see."

Zhao Lei's expression changed.

"That sounds dangerous."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"I didn't buy it for you."

"Then I'm relieved."

"Buy it for Mom."

Yang Mi was slightly taken aback.

"What should I buy for Mom?"

Shen Ling'er looked at the colorful cloth flags fluttering in the wind in the distance.

"Beautiful things."

Zhao Lei muttered to himself, "This time it's finally a bit normal."

Shen Ling'er turned her head.

"You can buy it too."

Zhao Lei was somewhat surprised.

"real?"

"Um."

"What should I buy?"

Shen Ling'er said seriously, "Buy something that will make you talk less."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The little girl hugged her doll and couldn't help but laugh.

Shen Ling'er had already jumped down from the wooden stake, taken Yang Mi's hand, and walked towards the market deep in the grassland.