In the morning, Ning Fei turned on the live broadcast as usual.
At this moment, he was feeding the fish on the South Lake.
Every time he dropped a piece of fish food, a school of fish would surge over the surface of the lake. The surface of the lake seemed to be boiling, and it was especially lively.
Bai Yi was sketching by the lake.
Her major was art. Last year, she got into the Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts with high marks. She loved to paint mountains and rivers, and her biggest dream was to hold a painting exhibition of her own.
The Little Bear was sitting not far from her.
At first, when the Little Bear saw Bai Yi, it still had a timid look on its face. It hid behind a tree and quietly looked over.
Ning Fei called out a few times before it slowly approached.
Ning Fei did not understand. A good black bear was actually afraid of a little girl.
The bear’s face was completely disgraced.
The fish in South Lake had grown a lot after a winter.