Tang Li stood up, took out his wallet from his briefcase, and wanted to pay for the bun to Sang Wanzhou.

But he was stopped by Sang Wanzhou: "Don't pay, this bun doesn't cost much." The old man helped me a lot, and it is far from enough to repay it with this bun, and when the variety show is finished, I want to come to him in person to thank him."

Tang Li felt that these were two things, and he should also thank him.

A few rounds later.

Tang Li couldn't resist him, so he had to reluctantly take back his wallet, and took out a business card from his briefcase and handed it to him: "In that case, then I'll treat you to a good meal when Mr. Sang comes."

"Okay." Sang Wanzhou accepted the business card.

Tang Li left.

Sang Wanzhou glanced down at Xiao Fubao beside him.

The look in her eyes changed.

It's amazing.

To be honest, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't care about the life or death of a homeless man.

If it doesn't matter, there will be no next thing for the old grandfather to save her and be recognized by her son.

Perhaps, everything in the world is destined in the dark.

Kind people will always be rewarded.

At noon, after eating together, they went back to their respective shops.

Sang Wanzhou took Xiao Fubao back to the store and continued to make the buns to be used in the evening.

In this case, they will definitely be able to catch up on the last day.

And in the afternoon, a group of people came to him more unexpectedly.

Xiao Fubao was taking a nap on the third floor, and Sang Wanzhou and the photographer were making buns on the second floor, when they suddenly heard a knock on the rolling door downstairs.

Sang Wanzhou washed his hands and went downstairs to check.

As soon as you open the roller shutter door.

Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang were standing at the door, looking at him with a cool expression.

"Why are you here?" Sang Wanzhou raised his eyebrows, and his tone was quite indifferent.

Lu Zhaoxi snorted angrily: "It's not me coming, this stinky boy of my family has to come to help you, so I have to bring him over."

After he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

Silently shook his head in two different directions.

[Ahhhh The same screen appeared, the same screen appeared! This CP feeling is too much! Hahahaha! Two dead tsunderes! 】

[I came from Lu Zhaoxi's live broadcast room! ] I'm here to prove it! It was Lu Zhaoxi who mentioned that he wanted to come over to help them! It wasn't the little sheep! 】

[Eh, yes, yes! I can prove it too, I can prove it too! What a duplicitous man! 】

The corners of Sang Wanzhou's mouth twitched, turned sideways to let them in, and led them upstairs as soon as the roller shutter door was closed.

I saw that the empty second floor was only the photographer's eldest brother.

Lu Zhiyang couldn't help but ask, "Where is Xiao Fubao?"

Sang Wanzhou glanced at him and said lightly, "She is still taking a nap upstairs now, and she will wake up after a while."

"Oh."

Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang followed Sang Wanzhou to wash their hands, and wanted to help them make buns together.

But with the bun skin in his hand, he was a little at a loss.

On the other hand, Sang Wanzhou's movements were so skillful, and he was embarrassed to ask him to teach himself, so he could only stand stupidly and watch his movements learn.

The action of making buns is clumsy, and the buns that come out are extremely ugly.

The corners of Sang Wanzhou's mouth twitched, "If you don't know how to wrap it, just say it, I can teach you how to sell it if you wrap it so ugly, and you can eat it yourself in a while."

Lu Zhaoxi: "......" eats by yourself.

But in the next second, Sang Wanzhou's words almost made him so angry that he vomited blood.