“…”

It can be said that Sheng Yuan was able to get the stall license for the resort’s entertainment street thanks to the help of the program team.

After hearing this, the director burst out laughing.

Can't sleep all night?

I can’t eat well, drink well, or eat food that’s hard to swallow? ? I racked my brains and lost a lot of weight? ? ?

What Sheng Yuan said were all his words!!!

The director covered his chest, paused for a while, and said sternly: "Okay, then I want to see what Team A can do if they get the license."

The staff also echoed, but in fact, they were more confused: "Also, have the guests in Group A forgotten that the only way for the guests to make money is by running a restaurant."

"Otherwise, all profits gained through other means will need to be handed over to the program team. So, what is the point of Group A's guests setting up stalls?"

Hear this.

The director was proud and happy at first, because he had confirmed that the disobedient guests in Group A would get nothing this time.

The corners of his mouth just rose for three seconds before they froze.

He suddenly realized, yes, that's the point.

This was already a result that was clearly known, how could Group A not know about it? Of course they knew about it, but why did they still do it?

It is confusing, hard to figure out, and hard to figure out.

This is exactly what makes the director start to panic. The unknown always makes people panic instinctively because it also means losing control.

It was not until an hour later that a staff member came to report.

"Director, Group A's small cake stand didn't sell a single piece."

The director finally felt relieved.

—

Entertainment Street.

The accompanying PD put down the mobile phone that he was using to "tip off", looked up and looked at Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan.

It had been closed for the past hour and almost no one was interested.

One can see the bottom at a glance. I'm afraid this small cake stall will not survive today and will face bankruptcy.

There was no trace of worry or sadness on the faces of these two people.

They made more than twenty pieces in total, but the two bosses sat on small chairs and ate three of them before they were sold.

Oh, it was Emperor Shi who ate three, and Sheng Yuan wanted him to eat the fourth.

The young man with a handsome figure sat on a small chair that did not match his body shape. He had a distant and indifferent aura, and his upright profile revealed a cold and indifferent look.

But after a brief pause, he lowered his eyes, and took the fourth small cake with his cold, bony hand.

Is it... so delicious? The nose of the accompanying PD twitched unconsciously, and he smelled a creamy fragrance, very sweet, but not greasy at all. It was a kind of sweetness that could be subconsciously imagined by the sense of smell to the brain nerves, just how delicious this thing was.

Damn...it smells really good, it must be really delicious.

The accompanying PD couldn't help but moved his feet closer, trying to smell it more clearly.

Then.

He saw at first glance that the photographer was staring at the small cakes in the transparent window.

I'm going to drool.

Sheng Yuan raised her eyes and took a glimpse, then handed him three small cakes on a small plate.

The photographer's eyes lit up like flint, and the accompanying PD could even see that the guy swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Just as he was about to take it, a ruthless hand covered his eyes and dragged him back a few steps.

The camera that was recording the video also shook a few times.

The accompanying PD forcibly pulled the photographer out from the lineup of small cakes with a greasy smell.

Avoid the radio.

Questions came pouring down on me.

"What do you want to do, kid?!"

Just a hair's breadth away, the photographer watched helplessly as the cake slipped away, feeling aggrieved: "...I want to eat it."

He looked at the accompanying PD with an unusually resentful look, as if to say - you bastard, give me back my cake! ! The accompanying PD was furious: "Is that a cake?! That's a trap! That's a routine! That's the source of your downfall!!"

The photographer's eyes widened: "Brother, it's not that exaggerated."

That little cake must be delicious just by looking at it. What went wrong with that delicious little cake?

The accompanying PD was heartbroken: "Have you forgotten how the only few hundred yuan left in my WeChat wallet disappeared this morning?"

The photographer was very honest: "Didn't I pay it to the owner of the game stand?"

The accompanying PD: "Who caused me to lose my money?!"

"Do you know that as soon as you take a bite of the cake, you may lose 100 million and you will be the first lamb to be slaughtered!"

“…”

The photographer looked confused. He was an intern photographer who had just joined the group and graduated not long ago. His eyes still revealed the clear stupidity unique to college students.

"Don't you understand yet? Cherish your money! Stay away from Sheng Yuan!"

Sheng Yuan was such a scary girl. She would come up with tricks anytime and anywhere. He had almost been fooled by the cake she made again! "Wow, my money..."

“…”

The photographer opened his mouth, at a loss, and stiffly comforted the accompanying PD: "Brother, don't be sad, at least you got an Ultraman doll."

"It's still Tiga. Tiga is so good. It's really enviable."

The accompanying PD wiped away his tears in a second, and his speed was comparable to that of a new generation of face-changing masters. He immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Then pay me a few hundred, and I will sell you that Tiga, and make you the envied person."

The photographer said in a very serious tone: "Sorry, brother, I am a fan of Seven!"

“…”

Sheng Yuan had no idea what was going on in the minds of these two people.

The accompanying PD came up and pulled the person away, as if the small cake in front of them was a poisonous substance that would fall apart after eating it, and said it was not necessary as if facing a great enemy.

Sheng Yuan didn't take it to heart. The two of them were sneaking around in the corner, whispering, like they were sending a telegram, but she didn't care.

only.

After a while, when the photographer came back, he began to stare at her transparent window again, with the same gaze and the same expression.

While staring at it, he kept muttering to himself, repeating the same words over and over again. It was obvious that he was trying very hard to convince himself: "It's a trap, it's a routine, it's the source of depravity..."

Sheng Yuan heard clearly: "?"

Live broadcast room barrage area——

[Hey, did you hear any sound? ]

[I heard it! Damn! I thought I was the only one who heard it. I thought there was something wrong with my phone. I restarted it three times!]

【Family, there is a tape recorder here. I am not kidding.】

【……】

Another hour has passed.

The small cake stall is still not open.

The accompanying PD looked at Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan without any panic.

A snow-white cat was sitting on a soft floral cotton cushion.

"shake hands."

Sheng Yuan stretched out her hand towards it, and the snow-white mangosteen claws rested on her palm, accompanied by a coquettish meow.

[My blood tank is empty!!! Where did such a cute little cat come from? I want to suck it till it's bald!!!]

[There is something wrong with this cat. It looks a little strange. I suggest you send it to XXX. I will take a look at it myself.]

[Actually, cats can talk. If it were to speak now, it would definitely mean that it wants to come to my place.]

[Ladies upstairs, don’t be too outrageous! ! ]

[I'm not outrageous. I'm here. I can shake hands. Can I shake feet? ]

【？ ？ ？】

Who knows.

This barrage seemed to have turned into an audio version, as if it was being played out.

Sheng Yuan did not retract her hand, and the next thing she said was: "Hold your feet."

"Meow~"

【What the hell! What the hell! ! ! 】

[There will really be a kitten holding your feet!!!]

Sheng Yuan: "Turn around."

"Meow~"

"stand up."

"Meow~"

"A murderer."

“Ha~”

The chubby, white and glutinous rice ball-like cat did exactly what he was told and after each action, he would call out to Sheng Yuan as if to ask for credit, and then he would hear her praise him, "That's great!" as he wished.

It was just a scene that Sheng Yuan used to kill time because she was bored.

The live broadcast room's bullet screen flashed quickly——

[I was attracted to this topic by a blogger. To be honest, apart from the title of "Gourmet Restaurant", the guests in Group A have nothing to do with running a restaurant. Hahahaha. ]

[What color sack do you like, little kitty? I will steal you tonight~]

【It's really well behaved!! 】

【……】

The online users in the live broadcast room are clamoring for the room administrator to give gifts and rewards. The aunts are completely willing to pay to watch.

Just hear it.

"sleep."

A low, magnetic and cold male voice uttered two short words.

Lai Lai was proudly raising her snow-white little chin, waiting for Sheng Yuan to read out the next instruction. When she received her praise again, she was ready to rub her hand with the tip of her ears.

Then, it received the next instruction, but it was not given by Sheng Yuan.

It was the inkstone at that time.

Lai Lai was reluctant, but she did as she was told. She lay down on the small cushion and buried her head in it, really getting into a sleeping position.

Lai Lai heard the girl chuckle.

Humph, it knew that Sheng Yuan would definitely acquiesce to Shi Yan. Shi Yan could do whatever he wanted and she would not have any objection, and would even think he was obedient.

Humph, it also knew that Shi Yan did it on purpose! He deliberately didn't want it to rub Sheng Yuan with the tip of its ear. If it didn't listen to Shi Yan, Sheng Yuan wouldn't think it was obedient, how could that work.

“…”

After curling up on a small stool and playing with the cat for a while, Sheng Yuan stretched out.

Before he put his hands down, he heard a rustling sound coming from very close to him.

It was now approaching half past six, almost seven o'clock, and the sky gradually darkened, turning a dark blue. It was dim and all the lights on the stalls along the entire entertainment street were lit.

Sheng Yuan paused, wondering if she had heard it wrong, when Shi Yan had already stood in front of her.

Shi Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and without hesitation, he reached out and lifted the curtain covering the place where the strange sound came from.

(End of this chapter)