After taking a shower, Sang Mizhou dragged the bucket to the backyard and dumped it, then pulled off the towel on the camera.
The director immediately showed the scene to Sang Mizhou.
At this time, in the camera, Sang Mizhou's hair was wet and hanging down. His shirt had not yet been buttoned, revealing his white chest and abdominal muscles. The black trousers made his legs slender and straight.
He didn't know that the director would show him the live broadcast before he put on his clothes, so he didn't rush to button them.
He inadvertently sent a wave of benefits to the audience.
Sang Mizhou poured himself a glass of water. As he drank the water, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down rhythmically. There was a burst of screams in the live broadcast room, and all kinds of gifts crazily flooded the screen.
[Ah ah ah! Oh my god, abs! It’s abs! Director, I love you! I will top up money and reward you right now! Show me more pictures like this in the future!!]
[My husband is so handsome! He can even drink water! I want to lick the screen! Woohoo~]
[No way, right? No one will forget his dirty stuff and like him, right? What do you look at me like?]
The screen was filled with screams and licks. Even if there were one or two messages that wanted to black Sangmizhou and have a live broadcast rhythm, they were drowned out by other barrages.
"Brother! I'm back!"
Little Fubao pushed the door open with a bang.
Sang Mizhou glanced up at her lazily and said in a calm voice: "Don't throw dirty clothes away."
Little Fu Bao responded, obediently wrapped the dirty clothes in a bag and put them in the corner, then raised his head and looked at Sang Mizhou expectantly, and asked: "Brother, what are we going to eat today?"
When he mentioned this, the corner of Sang Mizhou's mouth twitched. He caught a glimpse of the little guy's expectant expression, and his words that he couldn't cook were choked in his throat.
[Sang Mizhou: Don’t look at me like this! Your brother, I don’t know how to cook!]
[Hahahaha, the one upstairs is too bad! Don’t we, Sang Mizhou, don’t want to lose face?!]
[My dear, it’s better to have something to eat at Xiao Yu’er’s house! I’m really going to be hungry now, but luckily I still have the pie made by my grandma.]
Sang Mizhou also thought of the two bags Xiao Fubao brought back.
Throwing the bag containing the pie to her: "Eat this first to fill your stomach."
"What about brother?" Xiao Fubao looked at the bag in his hand, then raised his eyes to look at him.
Sang Mizhou was silent for a few seconds in front of the little guy's fiery gaze. He looked away with a slightly uncomfortable expression and raised his hand to scratch the back of his head.
"Brother is going to cook."
no way.
The little guy worked so hard to bring the ingredients back. No matter how he didn’t know how to cook, he could only try and see.
When he heard that he was going to cook, Xiao Fubao's eyes instantly lit up: "Xiao Fubao can come and help! When the master used to cook, Xiao Fubao was often there to help the master!"
Sang Wanzhou thought for a while.
He doesn't know how to cook anyway, so if she wants to help, just help.
He nodded in agreement.
The two of them carried the basket to the kitchen, which had been abandoned for a long time.
When the water was just boiling, Sang Wanzhou had already washed all the pots.
The stoves and pots are the kind used in rural areas and require firewood. Sang Wanzhou, a man who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, has never seen them before.
It's okay to boil water, but he really doesn't know how to use this thing to cook.
What's more, this is his first time cooking.
Sang Wanzhou was worrying about the stove when Xiao Fubao's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Brother, there is rice and vegetables on the table!"