The cameramen and directors wanted to cry without tears behind the monitor, and collectively turned their heads to look at the chief director Zhang Liben, with the same question in their eyes: This woman is a demon again! Director Zhang! Get an idea!

Zhang Liben was calm on the surface, and waved his big hand: "This guest is really annoying, let Bo Xia scold him and relieve his anger! It's okay, continue to record." ”

In fact, he was panicked in his heart, and his mentality had already collapsed into scum.

What could he do? What could he do but keep recording?

When the glasses customer heard that the broken bowl was more expensive than the cost of room and board, he immediately became anxious: "What bowl costs 2900? Bo Xia, you are also a public figure, for the sake of me I liked you very much before, I don't care about swearing with you, but if you are like this, I will really complain to you!"

"I don't know what bowl it is, but it does cost 2,900 pieces. Bo Xia stood up, walked to the cabinet, pulled out a piece of paper, and pushed it in front of the glasses customer, "Well, there is a certificate." If you want to complain, just complain!"

Glasses customers and other good people came up to take a look, it seemed to be a unique handmade work by a certain artist, yo, it was really worth 2900.

"This JR· Q: Who is it?"

"Foreigners?"

"Is it famous? Is his stuff so expensive?"

Everyone was gossiping and talking.

Fu Cheng, who had just returned the cat to the side with mushrooms, stood up suddenly, although he was not as tall as Lou Yifei, but he definitely exceeded 180, and suddenly came over and scared everyone.

I saw that his eyes, which were still sluggish just now, had already glowed at this time, and like a cat who had eaten catnip by mistake, he pushed aside everyone and came to the paper in Bo Xia's hand.

“JR· Q, Qiao Jiaren, Chinese, a new generation of artists who have become popular in the world in recent years, has won a number of international art awards, with a strange and changeable style and a strong sense of art, known as the 'female version of Van Gogh'. Now one of her paintings is as small as six figures. Fu Cheng carefully held the broken bowl in his hand, "Sister Xia Xia, how did you get her work? Or is it a one-of-a-kind product, and it's still so cheap?"

Lou Yifei heard that the author of this bowl was so big, and couldn't help but smoke the broken bowl and take a closer look, and after looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was no different from the rice bowls sold at the night market stalls for five yuan and eight yuan.

Bo Xia shook his head: "I don't know what kind of beautiful Van Gogh, these are all brought back by my brother...... Wait a minute...... ...... beauty?"

Fu Cheng nodded: "Qiao Jiaren." It can be found on the Internet. ”

Bo Xia really took out his mobile phone and searched it, then raised his eyebrows at the screen, revealing an expression of sudden realization.

It turned out to be her.

Bo Xia put away his phone and chuckled.

Bo Qiu, you rented out my baby Fenglin late behind my back, don't blame me for breaking your heart and liver baby bowl, let's even if it's even!

No, she didn't break the bowl!

In the end, the glasses customer was overwhelmed and had no choice but to pay for the check-out.

The happiest are Fu Cheng and Lou Yifei. Fu Cheng really hated this person who deliberately poked his sore spots, while Lou Yifei felt that he would be able to cook less food after missing someone!

The annoying customers were sent away, and the atmosphere of everyone's meal was obviously much better. After all, after comprehending Bo Xia's skills, no one dares to commit taboos and scold anymore.

Fu Cheng's gratitude to Bo Xia is beyond words, and he can only express it by picking vegetables, and he still insists on putting vegetables into her bowl on the premise that Bo Xia has already eaten three bowls of rice.

"Sister Xia Xia, you are tired, eat more!"

"Sister Xia Xia, you are too thin, eat more!"

"Sister Xia Xia, you are still growing your body, eat more!"

......

After a while, a small mountain was piled up in Bo Xia's bowl.

Seeing that Bo Xia didn't touch the beef and chicken he sandwiched, Fu Cheng thought that it might be that his sister Xia Xia had just been angry and a little angry. This smart child's clever brain changed the direction of the vegetables, and took a large mouthful of bitter gourd scrambled eggs and sent them to Bo Xia's bowl.

"Sister Xia Xia, you eat some bitter gourd and lower the fire!"

His Sister Xia Xia's face suddenly turned as green as bitter melon!

"Your sister Xia Xia doesn't eat bitter melon. Lou Yifei really couldn't stand it anymore, in order to prevent the stupid child from continuing to waste food, he handed out his bowl and took Fu Cheng's big mouthful of bitter gourd scrambled eggs, "Give it to me." ”

"Huh?" Fu Cheng was puzzled, "Brother Xiaolou, how do you know that Sister Xia Xia doesn't eat bitter melon?"

As soon as these words came out, the noisy dining table was instantly quiet, and everyone collectively looked at Lou Yifei and Bo Xia, their eyes wandering on the two of them.

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

......

Everyone came and went one after another, and the yin and yang were weird and slightly ambiguous.

Lou Yifei: "......"

What are you thinking?!

When he was shopping for vegetables, Bo Xia told him that she didn't eat bitter melon and asked him not to do it!!