Looking at Zhang San's gradually distorted face in front of him, Zhao Cheng's heart blossomed, and he continued to say earnestly:

"Alas! But what you eat depends on the money you make that day! ”

"For example, we earn more than 300 a day, so we can only simply eat a braised pork rice bowl!"

"If you work hard tomorrow, you might be able to earn four or five hundred, and then we'll eat braised prawns, right?"

Zhao Cheng looked at the photographer beside him with some distress, trying to pretend to be distressed because he was making too much money.

As everyone knows, the audience in Lu Chen's live broadcast room has already laughed crookedly.

[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! Isn't this really a script? Why is it so effective! How did this number 23 collide! 】

[Twenty-three, this is too unlucky, right? ] What would he think if he saw Brother Lu's Manchurian banquet? 】

[(covering his face and laughing) This product is too show-effective, how could someone just pretend to be in Brother Lu's domain! ] 】

[I'm already looking forward to the next expression on the 23rd (dog head)!] 】

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In the food stalls, Zhao Cheng was still talking.

The photographer next to him seemed to smell something and sniffed hard.

The photographer thought of the braised prawns in oil that he had in mind, and turned his head to Zhao Chengdao:

"Brother! I seem to smell the aroma of braised prawns! ”

"Did you smell it wrong, how can there be anyone in this food stall except us? If you really want to eat it, I'll take you back tomorrow! ”

Zhao Cheng also sniffed into the air, but didn't smell anything.

In order to try his best to maintain his image in front of Lu Chen, he still bit the pain and said that he would bring the photographer to eat tomorrow.

Just then, the waiter interrupted the two's chat.

"Hello sir, your braised prawns in oil at this time!"

The waiter came over with a pot of red braised prawns and placed it on the table.

Lu Chen nodded blandly: "Hurry up and trouble other dishes!" ”

In this way, in the surprised eyes of Zhao Cheng and the photographer, he twisted a chopstick prawn.

Zhao Cheng's face was full of disbelief, and he hurriedly grabbed the waiter.

There was a hint of trilling in his tone.

"You... Are you sure it's his braised prawns? Isn't that wrong? ”

The waiter shook his head: "No, this customer has ordered all the dishes in our restaurant!" ”

"All... Ordered them all??? ”

Zhao Cheng repeated the waiter's words with some difficulty.

A few words directly made him petrified on the spot, and he couldn't accept this terrifying fact anyway.

The waiter who was about to turn around and leave seemed to have thought of something, turned around again, and said to Zhao Chengdao, who was petrified in place:

"That's... Sir, because this gentleman has ordered all the dishes in our restaurant, there are no ingredients for you to make braised pork rice bowls. ”

"Otherwise, please go to another house to eat?"

The bland words directly broke Zhao Cheng's psychological defense line and made him begin to doubt his life.

Lu Chen, who was eating braised prawns in oil, covered his ears with his hands and listened carefully.

"Brother, what are you listening to?"

Zhang San looked at Lu Chen with some curiosity.

Lu Chen stretched out his middle finger and put it in front of his mouth with a serious face.

"Shhh

"What do you hear?"

"The voice of a broken heart~"

Zhao Cheng, who doubted his life, was stunned in place, even if he burned the CPU, he couldn't figure out where Lu Chen got so much money.

The waiter who came back from serving the food again saw Zhao Cheng, who was still standing in place and couldn't believe everything in front of him, and said slowly:

"Sir, why don't you share a table with this gentleman? I think you know each other, too? And this gentleman ordered a lot and one person couldn't finish it. ”

When Lu Chen heard the waiter's words, he did not refuse, but acquiesced.

Besides, he couldn't eat so much, so he said to the two people who were petrified on the side:

"Sit down and have a bite to eat."

Hearing this, the first to react was Zhao Cheng's photographer, after all, there was his beloved braised prawns on the table.

He looked at Lu Chen suspiciously, and cautiously tentatively said:

"Really... Can it really be? ”

However, when this is said.

He had sat down with lightning speed, stuffing a braised prawn in his mouth.

When Zhao Cheng saw this scene, in addition to secretly sighing that his photographer was not angry, what else could he say.

He sighed and sat down helplessly, but his face was flushed.

After all, I just said that I could only eat shredded potato fried rice to earn this little money, but it turned out that people ate a full banquet of Manchu and Han.

Lu Chen held the chopsticks in his hand, and imitated Zhao Chengyu at that time:

"Alas! What you eat really depends on how much money you make today! ”

"I originally wanted to have a good meal, but I only made a thousand yuan, so I had to eat a little bit to deal with it."

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng's head, which was originally buried like an ostrich, was buried even lower.

In the entire live broadcast room, there was a burst of cheerful laughter.

[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! I seem to have heard this somewhere, Brother Lu is too bad, Zhao Chengdu is about to go under the table! 】

[He should!] Meow, I hate pretending to be the most powerful, so I should let Brother Lu educate him well! 】

[Help! I'm about to laugh out of anger, why are these two so funny together, and they can't write such a funny script! 】

[(covering his mouth and crying) No one feels sorry for the photographer? He's been pulling shredded potatoes and fried rice! 】

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After eating for a while, Zhao Cheng at the dinner table may be used to it, but he is not so restrained.

Looking at Zhang San, who kept pulling shredded potatoes on the plate, he was full of puzzlement:

"Dude, don't just eat, eat some food!"

When the photographer heard this, he picked up his chopsticks excitedly and put them into the plate of potato beef stew in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the chopsticks were beaten back by Lu Chen.

Then Lu Chen picked up the plate of potato beef stew and explained:

"You don't know, he doesn't like to eat meat, his favorite thing is to eat potatoes, and if he doesn't eat potatoes for a day, he will be uncomfortable!"

Saying that, Lu Chen put all the potatoes on the plate into Zhang San's bowl, and said with concern on the side:

"Is there enough to eat? If you don't have enough to eat, I'll add more! ”

"I can't guarantee other big fish and meat, your favorite brother will definitely give you enough to eat!"

After all, potatoes are only a pound.

When the photographer heard this, tears were about to fall.

If it weren't for the fact that he really couldn't wipe his face, he really wanted to tell Lu Chen loudly that he liked to eat meat.

When Zhao Cheng saw the photographer's appearance, he didn't believe it.

"Then you can't just eat potatoes, let's eat some meat!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a piece of beef and wanted to hand it to Zhang San.

Zhang San's oily and shiny braised beef slowly came towards him, and his eyes almost lit up.

At this time, Zhao Cheng's figure instantly became tall and majestic in his eyes.

This must be an angel sent by heaven to save him, right?

However.

The angel's gift was blocked by the chopsticks in front of him.

Looking along the source of the chopsticks, it turned out to be Zhao Cheng's photographer.

"Brother! When you let people pick up meat, do people's hands tremble? If you don't like to eat, don't force others! ”

"Whoa!"

The meat in Zhao Cheng's hand fell to the ground, Zhang San looked at the meat on the ground, and could no longer suppress the tears in the corners of his eyes.

Wow, I cried out!