Ye Chen had long since gotten used to the fact that, besides fans, there would naturally be haters too. And the more fans you had, the more bizarre gifts you received. No artist could avoid it.
After all, artists weren't some universally beloved big fish. You couldn't guarantee that everyone would like you.
Some singers had received bloody prosthetic limbs, condoms, Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, hot pot bouquets, washboards, cilantro bouquets, spicy snack bouquets...
Anyway, the gifts were all kinds of strange.
After hanging up.
Su Ningwei had already finished applying sunscreen to Ye Chen and was changing her clothes.
Once they were ready, Ye Chen and his family drove to Ye Dalei's house.
They parked outside the courtyard of Ye Dalei's house.
Ye Xiaofeng hurried over to greet them.
After having two cups of tea.
The three babies stayed at home in Li Juan and the others' care, while Ye Chen and the other young people went up the mountain to have fun.
Ye Xiaofeng loaded a wooden stool, nylon bags, a bamboo basket, a bucket, a fishing net, and a pile of other things into the cargo bed of the electric tricycle.
Then Ye Xiaofeng climbed onto the electric tricycle in the courtyard.
"Please watch out when backing up!"
Ye Xiaofeng reversed the tricycle until it was in front of Ye Chen, Su Ningwei, and Ye Yao, then greeted Ye Chen and Su Ningwei with a grin. "Big bro, sis-in-law, sis, hop on. I'll take you up the mountain."
"Coming! Xiaofeng, are your driving skills any good now? Don't end up in a ditch like you did when you were riding a regular tricycle." After putting a straw hat on Su Ningwei, Ye Chen plopped another one onto his own head and replied with a laugh.
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