Back in the store.

Sang Wanzhou went to the kitchen with the dishes.

Xiao Fubao and the photographer sat on a chair in the living room.

One is playing with his phone, and the other is looking at his bracelet.

When Sang Wanzhou came out of cooking, he saw the extra bracelet on her wrist at a glance, and asked casually, "Where did this bracelet come from?"

Xiao Fubao stretched out his hand in front of Sang Wanzhou like a show-off, and the bracelet still exuded a faint jasmine fragrance.

"It's the old lady who sells flowers who gives you a blessing! Grandma said that selling flowers in this life will be beautiful in the next life, and Fu Bao also wants to be beautiful, so Fu Bao also wants to sell flowers in the future!"

Sang Wanzhou: "......" are all superstitions, and you really believe it.

Sang Wanzhou put the dishes and chopsticks in front of Xiao Fubao, glanced at the photographer who was sitting next to him and stared at them eating, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "If you want to eat yourself to serve the meal, do you want me to serve you?"

As he spoke, he sat down and began to eat on his own.

When the photographer heard that he still had his share, he immediately waved his hand and said, "No, the program team has a rule, and the staff can't spend a penny on the guests."

Sang Wanzhou gave him an angry look when he heard this.

If you don't eat it, then you don't want to pestle here, how do we eat when you're staring.

"I earned nearly 400 yuan today, not much more than you, no less, no less, if you want to eat, you can eat it yourself. If you don't eat, you go downstairs, and you're staring at us here, how are we going to eat?"

The photographer smiled awkwardly and was about to get up and go downstairs.

Xiao Fubao suddenly stopped him: "Uncle, let's eat together." I can't finish so many Fu Bao and my brother!"

Sang Wanzhou: If you can't finish eating ......, you can put it in the refrigerator and eat it at night.

"But...... Oh well." The photographer only hesitated for a second, and then directly agreed.

After all, if he doesn't eat it, he will have to nibble on the bread he brought.

After all, he can't leave here while he is working.

Xiao Fubao looked at the back of the photographer brother entering the kitchen, turned his head to look at Sang Wanzhou and asked, "Brother, what are we going to do in the afternoon?"

The peak season of their store has passed.

Naturally, the afternoon is the most idle time for them, and they have to prepare steamed buns, which is also a matter of the evening.

Sang Wanzhou glanced at her while eating: "Make up for sleep, otherwise what do you want to do?" Aren't you sleepy when you wake up so early in the morning?"

When he said this, Xiao Fubao really felt a little sleepy.

But she really wanted to go to other groups of families.

After eating, Sang Wanzhou sent Xiao Fubao back to the room, turned off the monitor in the room, and let her sleep obediently for a while.

I went to the 2nd floor and started working on new buns.

What he wants to do today is to burn wheat.

It was not the first time he had kneaded the dough, the photographer brother sat next to him and watched him knead the dough, Sang Wanzhou lowered his head and skillfully poured water into the basin little by little.

The other hand kneaded the dough in the basin.

The picture is inexplicably harmonious.

[Sisters, why do I have a feeling of a newlywed couple, and the husband is watching his wife cook dotingly? 】

[Don't say it, I have it too, Sang Wanzhou really has such a feeling of a good wife and man in the family when he puts on an apron, so it turns out that he is this kind of person? ] 】

[Hey, hey, hey! Where did you put your real husband? They're cheating! Cheating! Shame on cheating! I'm going to make a small report to Lu Zhaoxi like this! 】

[Hahahaha! Go on, go on, I'm sure you'll receive Lu Zhaoxi's indifferent warning gaze. 】