She was paired with an old lady as her partner, who was extremely nimble but had poor eyesight, and kept mumbling along the way.
"Iâm old and my eyesight is poor, so Iâll have to rely on you then."
The old lady looked at least eighty, and she would keep shouting whenever she saw any patches of things on the ground.
"Quick, go see if those are mushrooms!"
Mo Wanwan patiently replied.
"No, Grandma, thatâs just a bunch of grass."
"Oh, Iâm old and my eyesight is too bad. But Iâm very familiar with these mountain paths. Itâs not easy to walk here after it rains; you better keep up with me, especially the little one, donât run off by yourself."
The old lady nagged, and in front of the camera, Mo Wanwan responded gently, but her gaze was always following Grandma Yang and Jiang Laiâs side.
Grandma Yang had always been the mushroom-picking expert in the village. Jiang Lai being paired with her was probably another intentional arrangement by the show to give her a pass. Mo Wanwan bit her lip silently, suppressing her dissatisfaction and helplessness, and smiled as she said.
"Why donât we team up with Grandma Yang and them? After all, weâre all here to pick mushrooms; itâd be more lively with company."
Grandma Yang naturally took Mo Wanwanâs hand enthusiastically, the two of them looking as close as a long-lost grandma and granddaughter.
Jiang Lai smiled but said nothing, seeing a downhill path ahead, she directly took Yangyangâs hand and said.
"There are big bad wolves here that eat children, donât run off."
[Haha, Jiang Lai looking all serious scaring the kids is so cute]
[Yangyang: Mom, do you think I believe you?]
Everyone was wearing rain boots, and Grandma Yang led Mo Wanwan in front. As they went downhill, Hengheng tried to catch up quickly, but the rain boots slipped suddenly, and before he knew what was happening, a hand firmly grabbed his collar, pulling him back up.
Looking at the high slope, Hengheng felt scared after the fact, glancing at Jiang Lai, his forehead got a flick.
"Be careful walking, or your butt will crack into eight pieces."
In the mountain mist, Hengheng blinked his misty eyes, looking at Jiang Lai and savoring the reliable feeling of being hoisted up. He suddenly felt a little envious of Yangyang.
So this is what itâs like to be lifted up?
No wonder Yangyang likes being the hammer so much.
He likes it too.
Just then, Yangyang, walking ahead, turned around and glared at him fiercely, then in a low voice, said fiercely.
"Donât look at my mom!"
Just after he said that, Jiang Lai picked up both kids one in each hand and carried them down the slope, and Yangyang, a little disgruntled, told Hengheng.
"Go to your momâs side."
Hengheng looked at him, then nonchalantly turned his head away.
After they were down the slope, Mo Wanwan remembered Hengheng behind her and called out.
"Hengheng come over, mom will hold your hand."
Yangyang smiled smugly.
"Did you hear that? Your mom is calling you, better go quickly."
This scene was all caught by the viewers in the live broadcast room.
[Whatâs up with Mo Wanwan, not watching her own kid]
[Didnât you see Wanwan helping the elderly down the mountain? Are you blind?]
[A senior who picks mushrooms regularly in the mountains and a kid whoâs here for the first time, really not hard to decide who needs more help]
[Jiang Lai is so reliable, suddenly Iâm a bit smitten, whatâs going on]
[Is Yangyang jealous? Hahaha, wasnât he very disdainful of Jiang Lai before]
[Yangyang is so petty, poor Hengheng almost fell]
[Kids are like that, all little angels, donât be too harsh on them]
[Felt like Henghengâs eyes lit up the moment he was lifted]
[I want to be lifted by a beautiful lady too]
As the sun rose, the mist in the mountains dispersed a lot, and as the visibility improved, the mushrooms hidden in the corners appeared one after another.
Grandma Yang, experienced, quickly found a patch of mushrooms under the trees, about three or four clusters, yellowish stalks with earthy caps.
"These are boletus mushrooms, delicious when stir-fried."
After saying that, she naturally picked them and threw them into Mo Wanwanâs basket beside her.
Jiang Lai stood beside holding the basket and didnât step forward, while Yangyang tugged her sleeve and loudly asked.
"Mom, why is Grandma Yang putting mushrooms in someone elseâs basket?"
Childlike innocence is certainly not a pejorative term.
Mo Wanwan suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, Grandma Yang directly said.
"There are plenty of mushrooms in the woods, Iâm just teaching you how to pick, this isnât a big deal."
But Mo Wanwan still walked over to Jiang Lai and handed the mushrooms in the basket over.
"Grandma just threw them in there, sorry, I didnât have time to stop it, hope you donât mind."
[Itâs just a few mushrooms, whatâs there to mind]
[Then why not pick your own? Didnât you see Jiang Lai being pushed aside?]
[So whose team is Mo Wanwan actually on? Grandma Yang or Grandma Tian?]
[Didnât they say earlier teaming up is more fun? Do you watch without ears?]
The comment section argued again; whenever Jiang Lai and Mo Wanwan are together, their fans definitely quarrel, even the rational fans canât help but jump in.
Next to them, Grandma Yang came forward to speak for Mo Wanwan again.
"Ms. Tian canât see well, so you two stay with me, and weâll split the mushrooms we pick, right, Jiang Lai?"
Jiang Lai smiled.
She knew from the bottom of her heart that Grandma Yang was biased toward Mo Wanwan, and sticking together would only lead to the same result as the original plan. Splitting equally would eventually turn into Grandma Yang secretly putting mushrooms into Mo Wanwanâs basket without Jiang Lai knowing.
After all, Grandma Yang only mentioned splitting what she picked, but whatâs picked by the two would belong to themselves, and in the end, who could blame Grandma Yang if someone had more? It was their own fault for picking less.
But no matter how fast people from the city pick, they canât be faster than the experts from the mountains secretly adding more to the otherâs basket.
Mo Wanwan looked at Jiang Lai, waiting for her to lose her temper.
What surprised her was that Jiang Lai just smiled and said.
"Alright, I wouldnât mind teaming up with anyone, since you want to team up with Grandma Yang, then Iâll team up with Grandma Tian. Doesnât matter if we pick more or less, itâs the experience that counts, right son?"
Yangyang didnât understand, but he unconditionally supported Jiang Laiâs decision, nodding in agreement.
Mo Wanwanâs heart pounded upon hearing this.
Wasnât Jiang Lai implying that she was deliberately fawning over Grandma Yang and disdaining Grandma Tian who had poor eyesight!
If the audience was really misled by her, what would happen? It would definitely ruin public opinion.
"Thatâs not what I meant, I just thought teaming up would make it quicker."
"Are you sure we would be quicker working together with you?"