After nine thirty, the temperature finally got so high that even the ladies filming videos couldn't hold on anymore.
"The phone is burning, I can feel it's about to explode..."
"I just touched the camera, and it burned my finger..."
Don't be fooled by everyone having pants under their skirts, but they couldn't endure until the video was finished; now their heads and faces were covered with sweat.
Song Tan looked at Qiaoqiao and also prepared to pick up the basket:
"Let's go, let's head back first."
Qiaoqiao's phone was also hot, and she quickly said goodbye to the kids, wiped the sweat in the midst of everyone's gloom, full of anticipation:
"Sister, can we sell them tonight?"
Song Tan nodded: "Sure, after five in the afternoon we start picking, we will first presell five hundred orders."
Then call more people, pick the peaches here, immediately send them to the cold storage, chill them, then package them.
