Chapter 122: Will a donkey die if it is not fed for a day?

Xiao Huihui cried out in the yard before dawn.
Lin Ci knocked on the door: "Xiao Ye, your little Huihui called you, and it's hungry, you should get up and mow the donkey grass."
Cheng was also as sleepy as a dog. He had heard Xiao Huihui barking long ago, and he was selectively deaf and pretended not to hear him.
The director knocked on the door and couldn't ignore it anymore. He opened the door and knelt down crying: "Director, I don't want a donkey anymore, I am wrong, you take it away! I beg you."
Lin Ci: "This is not good. It is your little donkey. You are responsible for taking good care of it."
Cheng was going crazy too, put on his clothes and went out. The program team handed him the sickle and basket that had been prepared for him.
Lin Ci: "Friendly reminder, if the donkey eats grass with dew, it may be diarrhea!"
Cheng also got up, and the groundhog roared: "I see!"
Ling Sheng and Shi Lingyu also got up, and they had to eat breakfast, otherwise they didn't have the energy to work, so they simply burned the potatoes and fried potato shreds.
Just after breakfast was made, Cheng, who went out to mow donkey grass before dawn, also came back, carrying a large basket of grass, his face wrinkled into bitter gourd.
Ling Sheng came out to wash his hands and faced him. He saw that his whole body was covered with dew, his hair was wet, his head was still stained with grass, there was grass and dirt on his chin, and there was dirt on his face. It's like a little beggar.
She couldn't hold back any of them, chuckled out loud, and shook her hand to greet him: "Guo Lao, so hardworking!"
Cheng Ye didn't feel anything yet. Hearing her hello, he felt aggrieved in his heart. He didn't coax, but he was laughed at, and tears flowed down his eyes.
"You... don't cry!" Ling Sheng was anxious, turned his head and shouted: "Shang Xian, come out quickly, your brother is crying!"
I can’t stand the shots at the back anymore: I said you were too much, how could you be so pitiful to my brother, and I want to laugh what to do!
The staff in the yard all pursed their mouths, glanced at each other, lowered their heads, shrugged their shoulders, and smirked.
I'm sorry, brother, although you are very pitiful, but I still can't help but want to laugh. What should I do?
Ji Fanchen heard her shout and ran out of the kitchen hurriedly, helping him with the basket, and comforting him: "Tomorrow I will accompany you to mow the donkey grass, OK?"
Ling Sheng also pointed to the program group: "What's the matter with you? How can you treat my brother like this, and see what kind of grass my brother makes him cry? Will the donkey die if it is not fed for a day?"
The director of the props group was wronged. One sentence was that he himself had to be a donkey, and if he didn't give it, she swallowed it in his stomach.
Ok!
It's all their fault!
Who is so pitiful to make a child?
After a day of tossing yesterday, he was the hardest toss, and he got up to mow the grass in the morning, and everyone felt uncomfortable.
Cheng is the child's disposition, and he is quick to be uncomfortable and good. His brother comforts his injured little soul, and his sister helps him teach the innocent people of the program group, and also helps to dry the donkey grass.
After eating, watching Xiao Huihui happily eating the donkey grass he cut, a happily smile appeared on his face.
"Brother Chen, what else do you say it eats? Do you eat potatoes? Do you eat carrots? Eat feed, right? When we get rich, don't I need to cut the donkey grass every day?" Cheng Ye gave Xiao Huihui again I took a large handful of grass that had just been dried with dew.
"Donkey is an omnivorous animal and eats everything." Ji Fanchen couldn't help laughing as he watched the child's temper quickly go away.