Tang Li stood up, took out his wallet from his briefcase and wanted to pay Sang Mizhou for the buns.
But he was stopped by Sang Mizhou: "No need to pay, these buns don't cost much. Grandpa has helped me a lot, and it's not enough to repay with these buns. When the recording of the variety show is over, I want to come to your door in person."
Thank him."
Tang Li felt that these were two different things, and he should also thank him.
After a few rounds.
Tang Li couldn't resist him, so he reluctantly took back his wallet, took out a business card from his briefcase and handed it to him: "In that case, when Mr. Sang comes, I will treat you to a meal."
"Okay." Sang Mizhou accepted the business card.
Tang Li then left.
Sang Mizhou glanced down at the little Fu Bao beside him.
The look in her eyes changed.
This is really amazing.
To be honest, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't care about the life and death of a homeless man.
If she had ignored her, there would have been nothing like her grandfather saving her and being recognized by her son.
Or perhaps, everything in the world is destined to happen.
Kind people will always be rewarded.
At noon, they all finished eating together and then went back to their respective shops.
Sang Mizhou took Xiao Fubao back to the store and continued making buns for the evening.
According to this situation, they will definitely catch up on the last day.
In the afternoon, a group of people who surprised him also came.
Little Fubao was taking a nap on the third floor, and Sang Mizhou and his photography brother were making buns on the second floor. Suddenly, they heard a knock on the rolling shutter door downstairs.
Sang Mizhou washed his hands and went downstairs to check.
Once you open the rolling shutter door.
Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang were standing at the door, looking at him with cool expressions on their faces.
"Why are you here?" Sang Mizhou raised his eyebrows and his tone was quite cold.
Lu Zhaoxi snorted angrily: "I didn't come here. This brat of mine had to come to help you, so I had no choice but to bring him here."
After he finished speaking, the surroundings seemed to quiet down for an instant.
The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.
As if in tacit agreement, they turned their heads in two different directions and hummed.
[Ahhhhh! The same screen appears, the same screen appears! This sense of CP is too great! Hahahaha! Two damn tsunderes!]
[I came here from Lu Zhaoxi’s live broadcast room! I’m here to prove it! It was Lu Zhaoxi who mentioned coming to help them! It was not the little sheep who mentioned it! 】
[Oh, yes, yes! I can prove it, I can prove it! What a duplicitous man!]
Sang Mizhou twitched the corner of his mouth, turned sideways to let them in, closed the rolling shutter door and led them upstairs.
I saw that there was only one photographer on the second floor.
Lu Zhiyang couldn't help but ask: "Where is little Fubao?"
Sang Mizhou glanced at him and said calmly: "She is still taking a nap upstairs and will wake up later."
"oh."
Lu Zhaoxi and Lu Zhiyang followed Sang Mizhou to wash their hands and wanted to help them make buns together.
But with the bun skin in his hand, he had no idea what to do.
On the other hand, Sang Mizhou's movements were so proficient, but he was too embarrassed to ask him to teach him, so he could only stand there and watch his movements.
The action of making the buns is clumsy, and the resulting buns are extremely ugly.
The corner of Sang Mizhou's mouth twitched, "If you don't know how to wrap it, just say so. I can teach you how to sell it when it looks so ugly. You can feed it yourself later."
Lu Zhaoxi: "..." Eat it by yourself.
But the next second, Sang Mizhou's words almost made him so angry that he vomited blood.