He just had nothing to do now, and there was nothing interesting to do on his phone, so he asked Xiao Fubao: "Xiao Fubao, can you teach uncle how to make buns?"
But Xiao Fubao turned to look at him and asked doubtfully: "Uncle, can't you help us with something?"
Hearing this, the photography guy replied to her without blushing: "Don't worry, because you are in a special period, so it's okay for me to help you a little. This is what the director has agreed to."
Director: "..." I didn't, I didn't agree, don't talk nonsense.
Even though he thought so, he turned a blind eye to the matter.
After all, it was their security system that was not in place, which led to this incident, causing them to lose three days for no reason, and even causing the little Zaizai to be frightened and injured.
I'm just helping to make the buns, not helping to sell them, it doesn't matter.
Xiao Fubao didn't ask any more questions after hearing this, nodded and said: "Okay!"
The photography brother heard her agreement and moved a chair to sit next to her.
Just as he was about to reach out and pick up a piece of dough, the little hand stretched out by Xiao Fubao lightly hit the back of his hand.
"Uncle, you haven't washed your hands yet. You need to wash your hands before making buns! Otherwise, the buns will be very dirty!"
[That’s right! Our little one should pay attention to hygiene! Since it’s a special period, can I help the little one improve his performance tomorrow? Director, you won’t disagree, right? 】
[That’s right! I’m going to treat all the company’s employees to breakfast tomorrow, so I’ll go buy more. It shouldn’t be a problem, right? Director.]
[That is, I watch the live broadcast every day and I have been craving for that peanut bun for several days. Whatever I say tomorrow, I will buy a few of them and come back to try them! 】
Look at the "threats" filling the screen.
Director: "..." What else can I say? You are the financial sponsor and dad, you have the final say.
Lin Feiwan looked at the barrage, picked up his other mobile phone and called the housekeeper downstairs: "Tomorrow morning, ask someone to help me buy the buns sold by my daughter. Don't let anyone find out. Just buy two of each."
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"Yes, ma'am."
The housekeeper hung up the phone and turned around to tell Sang Yu.
"Go buy it and send a copy to me."
Going to Hancheng to buy steamed buns, the round trip cost is worth hundreds of steamed buns, not to mention the steamed buns are already cold when bought from there.
But as long as she's happy, that's fine.
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The photography guy laughed dryly, got up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands with hand sanitizer and dry them before coming out and sitting next to little Fubao again.
Xiao Fubao just finished making a bun, picked up the new dough, and started rolling the dough with his very experienced side, teaching him bit by bit, explaining in great detail.
The photography guy learned it after watching it once.
"Uncle, come and wrap it up."
Xiao Fubao handed him the rolling pin and sat there like a grown-up who was appraising his employees.
Seeing her like this, the photographer couldn't help but become serious.
Follow the steps just mentioned by Xiao Fubao, step by step, carefully and meticulously.
Although the finished product of the buns turned out very beautiful.
But the speed is really too slow.
Xiao Fubao made two buns, but he only made one.
Of course something is better than nothing.
Once he becomes proficient, he will be able to wrap it quickly and beautifully.
After Sang Mizhou made the fillings for the Shaomai, he walked out and saw this scene and didn't ask any questions.
He silently walked to the seat opposite them, sat down, and started making shaomai.