Looking at the gradually distorted face of Zhang San in front of him, Zhao Cheng felt happy and continued to speak earnestly:
"Oh! But what you eat must be based on the money you earn that day!"
"For people like us who make more than 300 yuan a day, all we can do is eat braised pork rice!"
"If you work harder tomorrow, maybe you can earn four or five hundred. Then let's eat braised prawns again, right?"
Zhao Cheng looked at the photographer beside him with some distress, trying hard to pretend that he was distressed because he made too much money.
Little did they know that the audience in Lu Chen's live broadcast room were already grinning so hard.
[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! Isn't this really a script? How come it has such a program effect! Why did No. 23 bump into him! 】
[Isn’t the 23rd so unlucky? What would he think if he saw Brother Lu's full banquet? 】
[(covering his face and laughing) This thing is so effective in the show, how could someone just pretend to be in Brother Lu’s field! 】
[I'm already looking forward to the next expression of No. 23 (dog head)! 】
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Inside the food stall, Zhao Cheng was still talking.
The photographer beside him seemed to smell something and sniffed hard.
The photographer thought of the braised prawns he had longed for, turned to Zhao Cheng and said:
"Brother! I seem to smell the aroma of braised prawns!"
"Did you hear it wrong? Apart from us, who else is there in this food stall? If you really want to eat, I will come and take you to eat tomorrow!"
Zhao Cheng also sniffed the air, but didn't smell anything.
In order to try his best to maintain his image in front of Lu Chen, he still bit the pain and said that he would bring the photographer to eat tomorrow.
At this moment, the waiter interrupted the chat between the two.
"Hello sir, here's your braised prawns!"
The waiter came over with a bowl of red braised prawns and put it on the table.
Lu Chen nodded calmly: "Please serve other dishes quickly!"
Just like that, under the surprised eyes of Zhao Chenghe and the photographer, he twirled a pair of prawns with his chopsticks.
Zhao Cheng's face was filled with disbelief and he quickly grabbed the waiter.
There was a hint of vibrato in his voice.
"Are you...are you sure it's his braised prawns? Are you right?"
The waiter shook his head: "No, this customer ordered all the dishes in our restaurant!"
“Clicked everything…everything???”
Zhao Cheng repeated the waiter's words with some difficulty.
Those few words made him petrified on the spot. He could not accept this shocking fact no matter what.
The waiter who was about to turn around and leave seemed to have thought of something, so he turned around again and said to Zhao Cheng, who was petrified on the spot:
"Um... sir, because this gentleman has ordered all the dishes in our restaurant, there is no ingredients for you to make braised pork rice bowl."
"Otherwise, could you please go to another place to eat?"
The plain words directly broke Zhao Cheng's psychological defense, making him begin to doubt his life.
Lu Chen, who was eating braised prawns in oil on the side, covered his ears with his hands and listened carefully.
"Brother, what are you listening to?"
Zhang San looked at Lu Chen curiously.
Lu Chen put his middle finger in front of his mouth with a serious face.
"Shh, don't talk, do you hear me?"
"What did you hear?"
"The sound of a broken heart~"
Zhao Cheng, who was doubtful about his life, froze on the spot. Even if he burned the CPU, he couldn't figure out where Lu Chen got so much money.
The waiter who came back from serving the dishes again saw Zhao Cheng who was still standing there and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him and said slowly:
"Sir, why don't you share a table with this gentleman? I think you two know each other? And this gentleman ordered so much that even one person can't finish it."
When Lu Chen heard what the waiter said, he did not refuse, but acquiesced.
Besides, he couldn't eat that much. He said to the two people who were petrified on the side:
"Sit down and have something to eat together."
Hearing this, the first person to react was Zhao Cheng's photographer. After all, there was his beloved braised prawns on the table.
He looked at Lu Chen doubtfully and cautiously tried:
"Is...really okay?"
However, after saying this.
He had already sat down at lightning speed and stuffed a braised prawn in his mouth.
When Zhao Cheng saw this scene, what else could he say except secretly lamenting that his photographer was not up to par.
He sighed and sat down helplessly, but his face turned red.
After all, I just said that the only way to earn this little money is to eat fried rice with shredded potatoes, but in the end, they were eating a Manchu-Han banquet.
Lu Chen held chopsticks in his hand and imitated Zhao Chengyu at that time and said seriously:
"Alas! What you eat really depends on how much money you make today!"
"I originally wanted to have a good meal, but in the end I only made a thousand yuan, so I had to eat casually."
After hearing this, Zhao Cheng's head, which was originally buried like an ostrich, was buried even lower.
The entire live broadcast room was suddenly filled with cheerful laughter.
[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! I seem to have heard this somewhere. Brother Lu, this is too damaging. Zhao Chengdu is about to get under the table! 】
【He should! Damn it, I hate pretentious people the most, I should let Brother Lu educate him! 】
【Help! I'm almost laughing my head off, why are these two so funny together? I can't even write such a funny script! 】
[(Covering her mouth and crying) Doesn’t anyone feel sorry for the photographer? He has been making fried rice with shredded potatoes! 】
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After eating for a while, Zhao Cheng at the dinner table was not so reserved, perhaps because he was used to it.
Looking at Zhang San who kept pulling the shredded potatoes on the plate, he said with confusion:
"Brother, don't just eat, eat some food!"
The photographer felt as if he was being forgiven after hearing this. He picked up the chopsticks with both hands excitedly and tremblingly put the chopsticks into the plate of potato stew and beef in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the chopsticks were beaten back by Lu Chen.
Then Lu Chen picked up the plate of beef stew with potatoes and explained:
"You don't know, he doesn't like to eat meat, and his favorite thing is potatoes. If he doesn't eat potatoes for a day, he will feel uncomfortable all over!"
He said that Lu Chen put all the potatoes on the plate into Zhang San's bowl, and said with concern:
"Is it enough to eat? I'll add more if it's not enough!"
"I can't guarantee the big fish and meat for other people. Your favorite brother will definitely eat it till you're full!"
After all, potatoes only cost a pound.
When the photographer heard this, he almost burst into tears.
If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't show off his face, he really wanted to tell Lu Chen loudly that he liked to eat meat.
Zhao Cheng didn't believe it when he saw the photographer's appearance.
"Then you can't just eat potatoes, come and eat some meat!"
With that said, he picked up a piece of beef and wanted to hand it to Zhang San.
Zhang San's eyes almost gleamed as a piece of shiny braised beef slowly came towards him.
At this time, Zhao Cheng's figure instantly became tall and majestic in his eyes.
This must be an angel sent by God to save me, right?
However.
The angel's gift was blocked by the chopsticks in front of him.
Looking along the source of the chopsticks, it turned out to be Zhao Cheng's photographer.
"Brother! When you ask people to eat meat, do their hands tremble? Don't force them if they don't like it!"
"Bah!"
The meat in Zhao Cheng's hand fell to the ground. Zhang San looked at the meat on the ground and could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes.
I cried out loudly!
