Zhao Cheng seemed startled by Zhang San's voice and hurriedly retracted his chopsticks.
"What's wrong, brother, you won't cry if you don't want to eat, right?"
"Since you like to eat potatoes, eat more of them!"
Zhao Cheng panicked and picked up the dishes with potatoes around him, and gave all the potatoes to the photographer.
In the live broadcast room, laughter has turned into a sea of joy.
[(Funny) Is it possible that the photographer really likes to eat potatoes? 】
[(covering his face and laughing) These crouching dragons and phoenix chicks really made me laugh so hard. The photographer probably doesn’t want to see potatoes after eating this meal, right? 】
【Hahaha! Why are these people so effective together? 】
[It’s understandable that No. 23 doesn’t know the inside story, but I can only give full marks to Brother Lu for his understanding! 】
[If everyone wasn’t watching, I feel like the photographer would have picked up the meat on the ground and eaten it! 】
【……】
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At this time, the potatoes in the photographer's bowl had piled up into a small mountain.
He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, gritted his teeth, looked at the people in front of him, and said viciously:
"I really... thank you!"
The three of them waved their hands at the same time: "You're welcome!"
…
For half an hour, Lu Chen's mouth was full of oil after eating, and there were only empty plates left on the table.
The waiter on the side looked at the few people in front of him with shock. These dishes were enough for about ten people at least.
The four people in front of me actually ate everything, and they didn't even miss the potatoes as side dishes?
What are the stomachs of these four people made of?
In fact, most of these dishes were eaten by Zhao Cheng and his photographer.
Since the two of them were tired from being under the sun all day, they did all physical work and didn't eat breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Naturally, the food intake is extremely amazing.
Both of them looked a little guilty, and Zhao Cheng even took out the money from his hand and prepared to pretend to pay.
However, Lu Chen, who was sitting beside him, spoke first.
"Waiter, calculate how much we have to pay!"
Zhao Cheng rolled his eyes, hurriedly took out the small change, and said politely:
"I'll do it! After all, we also ate a lot!"
There were only some five or ten yuan in change. According to his experience, the waiter would definitely look down on these small changes, so he just had to be cool with it.
Besides, all the money added together would probably not be enough to cover this meal.
As Zhao Cheng expected, when the waiter saw the pile of change, he had an unnatural look of disgust on his face and walked directly towards Lu Chen.
"Sir, the total is five hundred and eight, just give you zero five hundred!"
Lu Chen nodded, took out a stack of red "Mao Ye" and handed it to the waiter, then burped.
When Zhao Cheng saw Lu Chen giving him money, he finally felt relieved and planned to finish eating and run away.
"Look, I'm so embarrassed. We obviously ate too much, but it ended up costing you money!"
"In this way, next time we meet, I must treat you to a meal!"
Zhao Cheng was very familiar and spoke politely, but the smile on his face that seemed to be taking advantage seemed to give him away.
Lu Chen didn't care about this at all, he just nodded in agreement.
"Then next time we meet, why don't you treat me to dinner?"
The two of them had a tacit understanding. Since they were both guests of the show, they basically had cameras on when they were sleeping.
If you deliberately avoid one party, you can completely do it.
And Zhao Cheng had this intention in mind.
This meal is really profitable!
Zhao Cheng stretched out comfortably and left with the photographer.
Looking at the backs of Zhao and Cheng gradually leaving, the photographer felt a little indignant.
"Brother, these two people are obviously taking advantage of you. Isn't it just a matter of five yuan?"
"In the end, they came and took advantage of us by five hundred yuan!"
He and Lu Chen drove around for a whole day. Although they didn't get any guests, they could still feel a little bit of the hardships involved.
There must be some regret in my heart for this.
But to his surprise, Lu Chen seemed particularly calm.
Instead, he waved his hand unexpectedly generously, blocking his next complaint.
"Don't always look at people through colored glasses. Look, didn't they feel sorry for themselves and left some money for us?"
Lu Chen pursed his lips towards where Zhao Cheng was sitting just now, and the photographer followed Lu Chen's gaze.
I found some money scattered on the ground, among which the red "Grandpa Mao" was very conspicuous.
"They actually kept the money?"
The photographer was stunned for a moment. This was not in line with his first impression of Zhao Cheng!
"Perhaps they just want to do their best, but are too embarrassed to give it in person?"
Lu Chen slowly picked up the money and counted it.
Good guys, there are quite a few of them, about two hundred in total, which almost accounts for half of the meal.
The audience in the live broadcast room also expressed their amazement.
[(Shocked) I’m going! Then the 23rd actually gave money? It doesn’t look like he’s going to give you money! 】
[I always thought he didn’t look like a good person, but he actually gave me money. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t judge a book by its appearance! 】
[Perhaps I just accidentally got too complacent before the 23rd, but it was actually quite good? 】
[(laughing and crying) Hahaha! What are you thinking about? I just came from live broadcast room 23, and he dropped the money, which made me laugh to death! 】
【……】
On the other side, at the entrance of the hotel near the food stalls.
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng in front of him guiltily, as if he felt a little sorry.
"Brother... wouldn't it be good if we left after eating so much?"
When Zhao Cheng heard the photographer's words, he shook his head without any shame on his face.
guilt.
"What's wrong, I saved forty yuan and had a great meal!"
"But……"
The photographer wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Zhao Cheng.
"I told you that next time we meet, we will invite you back. Besides, this is related to the final 50 million grand prize!"
"If it doesn't work out, I'll just give him a good meal if I win the lottery. Now we are real competitors!"
After Zhao Cheng finished speaking, he walked into the hotel, touched his trouser pocket and said to the photographer:
"Hurry up, stop dawdling, take out your money and have a good night's rest!"
The photographer looked at Zhao Cheng with a blank expression: "Brother... isn't the money with you?"
"You...didn't you take it?"
Zhao Cheng took out all the change in his pocket, but it seemed that a lot was missing.
The photographer shook his head, as if he had thought of something.
"No! Did it fall?"
"Dropped it? Impossible! I zipped it up in my pocket and never took it out. How could it have dropped?"
Zhao Cheng was a little confused, and suddenly, the two of them looked at each other as if they were in a trance.
They all said in unison: "A food stall for eating!"
Inside the food stall, the photographer looked at the scattered change in Lu Chen's hand, puzzled.
Finally came to a conclusion.
"Brother, do you think it's possible that the two of them accidentally dropped it?"
