Sang Mizhou carried the dishes and went to the kitchen.
Little Fubao and the big photography brother were sitting on the chairs in the living room.
One is playing with his mobile phone, and the other is looking at his bracelet.
When Sang Mizhou came out after cooking, he saw the extra bracelet on her wrist and asked casually: "Where did this bracelet come from?"
Xiao Fubao stretched out his hand in front of Sang Mizhou like a show off, and the bracelet still exuded a faint scent of jasmine.
"It was the old lady who sold flowers who gave Fu Bao! Grandma said that selling flowers in this life will make you beautiful in the next life. Fu Bao also wants to be beautiful, so Fu Bao also wants to sell flowers in the future!"
Sang Mizhou: "..." It's all superstition, but you really believe it.
Sang Mingzhou placed the bowls and chopsticks in front of little Fubao, glanced at the photography brother who was sitting next to him and stared at them while they were eating, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "If you want to eat by yourself, do you want me to serve you?"
After saying that, he sat down and started eating by himself.
When the photographer heard that he was still involved, he immediately waved his hand and said, "No, the program team has regulations. The staff cannot spend a penny of the guests' money."
Sang Mizhou rolled his eyes at him angrily.
If you don't want to eat, then don't stay here. How can we eat when you are staring at us?
"I made nearly 400 yuan today. If you want more, you won't get more. If you want to eat, you can go get it yourself. If you don't want to eat, you can go downstairs. If you stare at us here, how can we eat?"
The photographer smiled awkwardly and was about to get up and go downstairs.
Little Fu Bao suddenly called out to him: "Uncle, come and eat together. There are so many Fu Bao and my brother can't finish them all!"
Sang Mizhou: "..." If you can't finish it, we can put it in the refrigerator and eat it at night.
"But... okay then." The photographer only hesitated for a second and then agreed directly.
After all, if he didn't eat, he would have no choice but to nibble on the bread he brought.
After all, he can't leave here during work.
Xiao Fubao looked at the back of the photography brother entering the kitchen, turned to look at Sang Mizhou and asked: "Brother, what are we going to do in the afternoon?"
Their store's peak period has passed.
The afternoon is naturally the most leisure time for them. They have to prepare steamed buns in the evening.
Sang Mizhou glanced at her sideways while eating: "Catch up on some sleep, otherwise what else do you want to do? You got up so early in the morning, aren't you sleepy?"
When he said this, Xiao Fubao really felt a little sleepy.
But she really wanted to visit other groups of families.
After dinner, Sang Mizhou sent Xiao Fubao back to her room, turned off the monitor in the room, and asked her to sleep for a while.
I went to the 2nd floor and started researching new steamed buns.
What he wants to do today is Shaomai.
This was not his first time kneading dough. The photography brother sat next to him and watched him kneading dough. Sang Mizhou 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 feel like a newlywed couple, with my husband doting on the side watching his wife cook? 】
[Don’t mention it, I have it too. When Sang Mizhou wears an apron, he really looks like a good family man. So does he turn out to be this kind of person? 】
[Hey, hey, hey! Where did you put your real husband? They are cheating! Cheating! Cheating is shameful! If you do this, I will report it to Lu Zhaoxi! 】
[Hahahaha! Go, go, I believe you will receive Lu Zhaoxi’s cold warning gaze. 】