Chapter 13 If I Drive a Tricycle, Will You Still Love Me?

After breakfast, Chu Ru began to direct a few people to work.

"The morning market has already opened, you may not have a good place to go now," Chu Ru pointed to a pile of vegetables in the backyard and said, "Well, this is what you want to sell today, today is the first day, so the vegetables are dug for you, and when you come back from selling vegetables, you will have to dig the vegetables yourself." ”

Lu Zhaoci, who had eaten and drunk, looked a lot better, he looked at the pile of vegetables and wondered: "So many?" Do you want to go to the morning market? ”

"Of course not," Chu Ru pointed to something that was covered by a step next to him, and said with a smile, "This is the tool I prepared for you, I hope you can use it happily." ”

Looking at the shape, it should be a vehicle.

Ruan Tang walked over and pulled the cloth, and the whole picture of that thing was displayed in front of everyone.

A cool, majestic, shiny ...... Tricycle.

Tricycle??

Well, this is indeed an excellent tool for pulling vegetables, but in front of Lu Zhaoci and Ruan Tang, it is a bit too disobedient.

If Chu Ru didn't see the complicated expressions on the faces of the two of them, he said to himself: "In order to facilitate the accounting, the purchase price of these dishes is unified at two yuan a catty, and the amount of these dishes is determined by you, and if you can't sell them, you can recycle them for five cents a catty, and you can also use them as dinner materials. ”

After Chu Ru left, Ruan Tang sighed and began to move vegetables to the car little by little.

"The variety of vegetables is quite complete, but some of them sell for less than two yuan, and some are more expensive than two yuan," Ruan Tang muttered while moving, "Cucumbers should be able to sell for four or five yuan a catty, and cabbage is much cheaper, sell for one yuan a catty......

This really touched Lu Zhaoci's knowledge blind spot, so he had to silently remember the price Ruan Tang said, and occasionally interjected to ask a few questions.

"The atmosphere is very harmonious," the director looked at the interaction between the two people, smiled and nodded, "I said before that our program team doesn't fry cp, and everyone said that it can't be fried if you don't fry, but you see, isn't this kind of pure warmth between idols and fans also very good?" ”

The assistant looked left and right, and he didn't see any warmth in this, but since the director had spoken, he must arrange it.

He took out a small notebook and wrote solemnly: "On May 6, 2020, the director said that it is necessary to highlight the warm feelings between idols (Lu Zhaoci) and fans (Ruan Tang)!" Note: Remember to remind the editor to prepare. ”

The words "warm emotion" were also highlighted in red by him.

And the two protagonists who create strong and warm emotions are currently studying how to start this tricycle.

Although Ruan Tang lives a very down-to-earth life, she has never touched such a thing as a tricycle, she looked left and right, and hesitated: "This should be similar to a motorcycle, right?" ”

Lu Zhaoci pursed his lips and was silent.

Although he seems to be a complete tough guy, he is actually not very interested in tough guy activities, and he is essentially a dead house who loves to eat and play, so he only collects a few motorcycles and drives them...... I really haven't opened it yet.

"You don't know how to ride a motorcycle? Bikes should do, right? The two should be about the same, right? Ruan Tang held his chin and muttered.

The photographer next to him listened to it and laughed so hard that the camera couldn't hold it steadily.

Lu Zhaoci gritted his teeth and resolutely stepped forward: "Get in the car, I'll drive." ”

Ruan Tang took a step back and said very politely: "Don't bother, I can walk over." ”

She just participated in a variety show, and the things that might endanger her life were forgotten.

------Off topic------

Once again, Happy New Year's Day!

Brother Lu: If I drive a tricycle, will you still love me?

Tang Tang: Farewell.