Master, do you believe in love?Spit out two hundred on the car!

Chapter 10 No. 23 who doubts life
Looking at Zhang San's gradually distorted face in front of him, Zhao Cheng was overjoyed, and continued to speak earnestly:

"Hey! But what you eat depends on the money you earn that day!"

"It's like us who earn more than 300 yuan a day, so we can only eat a simple rice bowl with braised pork!"

"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 in distress, trying to pretend to be 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 me! 】

[Isn’t the 23rd so unlucky?What would he think if he saw Brother Lu's full banquet? 】

[(covering his face and laughing) This product is too effective for a show, how could someone just pretend to be in Brother Lu's field! 】

[I'm already looking forward to the next expression on the 23rd (dog head)! 】

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【人气+1+1+1+1+1……】

【人气+1+1+1+1+1……】

Inside the food stall, Zhao Cheng was still talking.

The photographer next to 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 their chat.

"Hi sir, here is your braised prawns!"

The waiter came over with a pot of bright red braised prawns and put it on the table.

Lu Chen nodded flatly: "Please hurry up with the other dishes!"

Just like that, under the astonished eyes of Zhao Cheng and the photographer, they twisted a prawn with chopsticks.

Zhao Cheng couldn't believe it all over his face, and hurriedly grabbed the waiter.

There was a tremolo in his voice.

"You are sure it's his braised prawns? Are you right?"

The waiter shook his head: "No, this customer has ordered all the dishes in this restaurant!"

"All...all of them???"

Zhao Cheng repeated the waiter's words with some difficulty.

A few words directly made him petrified on the spot, no matter what he couldn't accept this horrifying fact.

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:
"Mr., because this gentleman has ordered all the dishes in this restaurant, so there are no ingredients for you to make braised pork rice bowls."

"Otherwise, would 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 stewed prawns in oil, covered his ears with his hands and listened carefully.

"Brother, what are you listening to?"

Zhang San looked at Lu Chen curiously.

Lu Chen stretched out 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 doubted his life, froze in place. Even if he burned the CPU dry, he still 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 the waiter's words, he didn't refuse, but acquiesced.

Besides, he can't eat that much, he said to the two petrified people beside him:
"Sit down and eat something together."

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng's photographer was the first to react. After all, there was his beloved braised prawns on the table.

He looked at Lu Chen doubtfully and cautiously tried:

"Is it really okay?"

However, after saying this.

He had already sat down with lightning speed, stuffing 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 was flushed red.

After all, I just said that I can only eat fried rice with shredded potatoes for making such a little money, but in the end, they ate a full feast of Manchurians.

Lu Chen held the chopsticks in his hands and imitated the Zhao idiom at that time and said earnestly:

"Hey! 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 1000 yuan, so I had to eat whatever I wanted."

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng buried his head lower like an ostrich.

The entire live broadcast room was suddenly filled with cheerful laughter.

[(Laughing and crying) Hahaha!I seem to have heard this before, Brother Lu, this is too hurtful, Zhao Chengcheng is about to get under the table! 】

【He should!Meow, I hate pretentious people the most, so it's time for Brother Lu to 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! 】

[(Cover mouth and cry) Doesn't anyone feel sorry for the photographer?He has been cooking shredded potato fried rice! 】

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【人气+1+1+1+1+1……】

【人气+1+1+1+1+1……】

After eating for a while, Zhao Cheng at the dinner table was not so restrained, perhaps because he was used to it.

Looking at Zhang San who kept pulling the shredded potatoes on the plate, he was puzzled and said:

"Dude, don't just eat, eat some vegetables!"

When the photographer heard this, he felt amnesty, picked up the chopsticks with both hands excitedly, and tremblingly put the chopsticks into the plate of beef stew in front of him.

Unexpectedly, the chopsticks were slapped 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!"

Said that Lu Chen put all the potatoes on the plate into Zhang San's bowl, and said with concern while filling it:

"Is it enough to eat? I'll add more if it's not enough!"

"I can't guarantee other big fish and meat, but your favorite brother will definitely feed you until you are full!"

After all, potatoes only cost a pound.

When the photographer heard this, tears were about to fall.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't hide his face, he really wanted to tell Lu Chen loudly that he likes to eat meat.

Seeing the photographer like this, Zhao Cheng couldn't believe it.

"Then you can't just eat potatoes, come and eat some meat!"

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of beef and wanted to pass it to Zhang San.

A piece of shiny braised beef of Zhang San slowly approached him, his eyes almost glowed.

At this time, Zhao Cheng's figure instantly became tall and majestic in his eyes.

This must be the angel sent by heaven to save him, 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!"

"Come on!"

The meat in Zhao Cheng's hand fell to the ground, Zhang San looked at the meat on the ground, and couldn't hold back the tears from the corners of his eyes anymore.

Wow cry out!
(End of this chapter)