The bus drove for several hours on the mountain road before reaching the town.

After driving for more than ten minutes, he finally stopped on a street.

This is where he decided after asking the elderly people in the car where they usually set up their stalls.

The car slowly stopped steadily, the old people got out of the car with their baskets on their backs, and the guests also opened their eyes one after another, packed up their things, and prepared to get out of the car.

Only Sang Wanzhou was still leaning his head against the window, sleeping with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Xiao Fubao pushed his hand and shouted to him, "Brother, brother, we are here, brother!"

Sang Wanzhou slowly opened his eyes at this time, packed up his things and walked out of the car with a full body of getting up.

The streets are desolate and there is nothing to say.

It was already close to noon, but there were few people on the streets.

A few people couldn't help but start to worry about whether they would be able to sell out of these things by night.

"Guests, please choose your own booth, there will be a staff member who will bring you a boxed lunch in a while, if it is not sold out, you will only have this one meal today, so please cheer up."

Sang Wanzhou yawned, dragged the basket he had made by himself yesterday very uncherished, found a stall at random, and put the basket on the thin blanket under the stall.

He looked at the clean blanket on the floor, then turned his head to look at the basket in his hand.

Decidely pulled out the blanket and put the basket directly on the ground.

It's just a basket, and it doesn't matter if it's dirty underneath when it's on the ground, as long as it's clean inside.

And the blanket he dragged to the side, and the whole person lay down directly on the blanket, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep on his big head.

Xiao Fubao was left alone guarding the baskets, thinking about how to sell them.

[Sang Wanzhou has started to rot salted fish again, this is the last issue, shouldn't we behave well, don't put it badly? ] 】

[Let Sang Wanzhou not be rotten? Do you think it's possible? At the beginning, so many false black materials broke out, did you see him struggle? 】

[Rotten has become the norm for this guy, just get used to it, it's a bitter little baby, you have to sell the basket by yourself. 】

Xiao Fubao has long been used to it.

What's more, it's not the first time he's set up a stall, she has already set it up in the first issue, and she and Tole are more experienced in setting up stalls than the other guests present.

She borrowed some newspapers from her sister at the convenience store and put them under the basket, sat on a stool and waited for the customer to come to the door.

After a while, the staff of the program team brought them steaming box lunches.

Xiao Fubao took the bag, politely said thank you, and then walked to Sang Wanzhou with the bag and squatted down.

The little hand patted on Sang Wanzhou's arm, and his voice was soft and tender: "Brother, get up and eat, brother!"

Sang Wanzhou slowly sat up with her eyes half-opened, took the lunch box in her hand, and sat cross-legged on the ground eating slowly, without any image at all.

The live broadcast room couldn't bear to look at it directly.

[Is this still a star?] What about the image? Where's your idol bag in Sang Wanzhou? 】

[He has a fart idol baggage, and if he doesn't run barefoot in front of us, he is already his biggest idol baggage. 】

[When you say this, he didn't often run barefoot on the beach in the last issue, and he was messing around on the beach with the baby, he had no image for a long time, like a child. 】