Looking back, the Monkey King performer had just walked out of the theater and was standing behind them.
"Well, we want to go to the market first and then go back, but we don't know where the cheaper market is." Sang Mizhou said calmly.
When the man heard this, he laughed and said, "So that's it. I'm familiar with this place. I'll take you there."
"Thank you." Sang Mizhou thanked her and gently pulled Xiao Fubao's arm to express her thanks.
Xiao Fubao understood and thanked him obediently: "Thank you, uncle."
The man waved his hand: "You're welcome. My name is Chen Ze. Just call me Lao Chen. Everyone in the theater calls me that because I'm the oldest here."
Sang Mizhou just nodded and did not answer.
The man introduced them to the night view on the roadside and took them to the cheapest market he knew.
"I know you picked the breakfast shop. The most important thing in the breakfast shop is steamed buns and soy milk. Which one do you want to buy first?"
Sang Mizhou thought for a while: "Let's buy flour first, as well as some pork, red beans, peanuts, sugar, and some vegetables."
Chen Ze took them to a flour store. After he explained the situation to the boss, the boss asked them to buy more and gave them a cheaper price.
"Then give me 20 pounds of flour." Sang Mizhou did a simple calculation before speaking.
"Okay." The boss quickly helped them pack 20 kilograms of flour and handed it to him, "I'll give you 70 yuan."
Sang Mizhou paid, and suddenly he only had 130 yuan left.
He bought another 5 pounds of pork for 40 yuan.
2 pounds of red beans cost 15 yuan.
I also bought peanuts, sugar, soybeans, vegetables and salt.
In the end, I only had more than 20 yuan left as a spare.
After saying goodbye to Chen Ze, the two of them carried loads of things to the breakfast shop they would be running for the next week.
The shop is very small, only about two meters wide.
I don't know what it will be like upstairs.
After sending them back, the photography brother turned on the monitors in the entire store and left.
Sang Mizhou took Xiao Fubao upstairs.
The upstairs is surprisingly spacious, perhaps because there are too few things, so it seems spacious.
There are only a few steamers, a table and some soy milk machines in the entire hall.
Then there is a kitchen and a bathroom.
Sang Mizhou put everything on the table and took Xiao Fubao up to the third floor.
There is only one room on the third floor and the ceiling is very low.
Sang Mizhou, who is 1.88 meters tall, cannot stand up straight on the third floor and can only walk with his waist and head lowered.
Fortunately, this bed is larger than when they were in Wangu Village, so the two of them will no longer be so crowded when sleeping at night.
The luggage has also been brought over by the program team in advance.
Sang Mizhou took out Xiao Fubao's pajamas from the suitcase and threw it to her: "Go take a bath, and then come over later to help study how to make steamed buns."
"Okay~" Little Fubao obediently hugged her pajamas and ran to the bathroom on the second floor to take a bath.
Sang Mizhou probably tidied up the room before going downstairs.
Now that he doesn't have a mobile phone and can't even make noodles, how can he make steamed buns? This is too difficult for him.
Just as he was thinking about what to do, a form posted on the wall caught his attention.
He walked slowly towards the form.
Take a closer look.
It turned out to be a picture that taught him how to make steamed bun fillings. Starting from how to mix the dough, the instructions were very clear step by step.
It is probably left by the original store manager of this store.