Perhaps it was because there had been no live broadcast for three days, but he didn't realize it and walked downstairs without buttoning up his clothes.
Sang Mizhou glanced at the monitor coldly, grabbed his clothes with one hand, tightly covered his newly exposed abdominal muscles and chest muscles, and turned around and walked into the bathroom without mercy.
There was a cry in the live broadcast room.
[Ahhhh! I just seemed to see a flash of abdominal muscles and chest muscles! Sang Mizhou, why are you so stingy! A grown man, what's wrong with me taking a look! You don't suffer!]
[That’s it! They really don’t give out any benefits! I just wanted to take a screenshot! But it’s gone!]
[I took a screenshot, I took a screenshot! Although it was only for a moment! But my first reaction was to take a screenshot! I will upload it to the Internet now!]
Sang Mizhou packed up his clothes before coming out of the bathroom.
The two began a busy day.
Sang Mizhou steamed all the steamed buns and shaomai first, and then started grinding the soy milk with Xiao Fubao while the other filled the cups.
By pairing them two by two, 70 cups of soy milk was quickly ground and packaged.
The two of them carried buckets and mops to the first floor to clean.
Just a short while later, there was a sudden sound of being slapped on the rolling shutter door, which startled little Fubao.
Sang Mizhou silently pulled Xiao Fubao behind him and asked outside the rolling shutter door: "Who is it?"
"it's me."
"And us."
Two familiar voices at the door made Sang Mizhou hesitate.
Opening the rolling shutter door, Ji Yucheng, Ji Xiaoheng, Song Nanchen, and Song Shengsheng stood at the door.
Little Fubao looked surprised: "Brother Duole! Little cotton-padded jacket! Why are you here?"
The two parents let go of their children's hands.
He smiled happily: "I heard that you have restarted the live broadcast, and we said that we are here to help you. It only takes the last two days. The task should be quite heavy. With our help, it should reduce a lot of the burden, so that you can go out when you are out of stock.
Let’s repair the building.”
Sang Mizhou was also a little surprised: "What about your own mission?"
Song Nanchen waved his hand and took the mop from his hand: "Our task is nothing, it has been completed a long time ago. We don't need to open the store for these two days. You are more difficult. When you have difficulties, everyone should help each other and face the situation together.
right."
"That's right, you don't need to be polite to us. That incident had a huge impact on you. I admire you for being able to pick yourself up again and record the show." Ji Yucheng also agreed.
In terms of age, they are really his elders.
In the past five years, he has become accustomed to being alone, and also accustomed to being spoken ill of and treated indifferently by others.
Suddenly two people were so enthusiastic towards him.
On the contrary, he was still a little unaccustomed to it.
A warm current flows into my heart.
He didn't say anything more, pursed his lips slightly, nodded silently, and said, "Thank you."
After tidying up the first floor, Ji Yucheng and Song Nanchen went upstairs to help Sang Mizhou take down all the steamed buns and soy milk.
I looked at the time and saw it was half past five. There was already a place selling breakfast outside.
"You haven't had breakfast yet, right?" Ji Yucheng looked back at them, "Then I'll buy some breakfast and come back."
"I'll go too." Song Nanchen stood up.
After all, it's not easy for any company to make money, so Ji Yucheng can't just let Ji Yucheng pay for it alone, and he has made a lot in the past five days. It's not a big deal to have a little extra money for Sang Mizhou and Xiao Fubao's breakfast.