Nan Song narrowed his eyes dangerously and slapped his big pig's hoof.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How dare you."

Yu Jinwen shrank his hands and showed a cute smile.

Nan Song impatiently put the phone into his hand, "You can figure it out yourself."

Yu Jinwen took the phone, pressed it up with the little finger of his left hand, and unlocked it.

"..."

Nan Song was speechless. How could anyone use their little finger to set a fingerprint to unlock? What a weirdo.

Meeting her eyes, Yu Jinwen explained: "The calluses on the other fingers are too thick, so this one is easy to use."

Nan Song lowered his eyes. When he pressed his hand just now, he felt that the calluses on his hand were thicker and rougher than before. He thought he had been trained by his parents a lot in the past six months on the island.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have recovered so well.

Unlock the lock and open the interview video.

Nan Song took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and found a comfortable position. Yu Jinwen asked softly in his ears, "Can I sit down?"

"Sit, I'm not forcing you to stand."

Nan Song took the pillow next to him and held it in his arms.

Yu Jinwen sat down next to her.

Nan Song added: "There is tea and coffee, you can make whatever you want."

It was as if the assistants were on strike today. They were all extremely lazy. Nan Song was used to it and didn't instruct them.

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

Yu Jinwen was also good-tempered. He got up and boiled a pot of water by himself. He squatted by the coffee table and picked up tea jars, which were all expensive and good tea.

Nan Song's voice came from above, "There is a box of black tea in the drawer on the right. I brought it back from country Y. It is produced in my eldest brother's manor. It tastes pretty good. You can try it."

Yu Jinwen accurately found the black tea box, "Is it this box?"

"right."

"good."

Yu Jinwen opened the bag of black tea and started brewing it.

Nan Song hugged the pillow and propped up his chin, watching the interview with great interest.

The film went through editing and post-production, with a good sense of rhythm, sharp focus, and clear viewpoints. Her performance was much more relaxed than she imagined.

and......

"You're really photogenic."

Yu Jinwen didn't know when he sat back next to her and expressed her thoughts.

Nan Song said: "Of course, after adding filters and beautifying the face, she will definitely look better than the real person in real life."

"is not what it means."

Yu Jinwen said: "You look the same on TV as you do in real life, but your camera sense is very good and natural. It's a pleasure to watch."

"..."

Nan Song glanced at him and said nothing for a while.

"What's wrong?"

Nan Song: "Nothing."

I just feel like, when did this guy become so good at talking?

The two of them sat on the sofa, watching the show together, drinking the black tea that Nan Song brought back from Country Y and made by Yu Jinwen himself, feeling that the time around them became silent.

That day, Nan Song felt like she had been chatting with He Su for a long time, and the edited programs often lasted more than 50 minutes, nearly an hour.

In the form of recording life, the program filmed the Shiwei Restaurant, and even cut out parts of her cooking and the two of them eating, which can be said to be a free advertisement for the restaurant.

"I also want to eat the Huaiyang cuisine you cooked."
Chapter completed!