When a Buddha is dressed as cannon fodder

In this way, Wuyou and Fu Junheng earned an extra ten yuan a day, but don't underestimate the ten yuan, the gold content of every dollar in the program group is multiplied.

It is not easy to make money in the program group. It only costs 30 yuan to cook a meal, and it is only [-] yuan to wash the dishes.

The program group will mark the price of these activities to them to make money. The more money they have, the better their life will be.

Wen Haoxin and Miao Qingqing owed a "big sum" of money out of nowhere, and now they can only make money by working hard in the program group.

"Qingqing, why is our life so hard? We have been busy for a long time, have no money, and still owe a huge debt, woo woo woo"

"It's not because you forgot to take the money away. No matter how much you say now, it won't help. Let's work quickly."

"Capitalists are so hateful! I am so miserable..."

Wen Haoxin was like a sparrow, chirping non-stop, but Fu Junheng and Wuyou went out for a walk leisurely.

They have a huge sum of 400 yuan and Wen Haoxin's debts, so they don't have to think about money at all in the past few days.

"How did Young Master Fu remember to participate in this show?" Wuyou asked.

Although the show has been filmed for a few days, the two have been under the camera all the time, and there is no chance to chat like this.

Today I finally found an opportunity to go out, just in time to chat.

"Ayou can come, why can't I?" Fu Junheng asked.

Worriless: "A dignified CEO, would he care about such a small amount of money?"

"How do you know that I'm here for money?" Fu Junheng asked back.

"It's not for money, but for fame?" Wuyou asked.

Looking at the light flashing in his eyes, Fu Junheng always felt that Wuyou was doing it on purpose. He was so smart and transparent, how could he not know his purpose of coming here.

"When did I care about being famous?"

"Young Master Fu is really an interesting person, not for fame or money, but because of his hobby." Wuyou said slowly, with a sly smile on his lips.

Fu Junheng: "..."

"I only have one hobby."

"Oh?" Wuyou looked at him intentionally, waiting for his next words, Fu Junheng's heart was itching to see that leisurely look.

Fu Junheng took a step forward, his eyes locked on Wuyou's face, he lowered his head slightly, and whispered into Wuyou's ear, "My hobby is Ayou."

"Cough cough!"

Wuyou coughed lightly, and the tips of her fair ears turned slightly red.

"Fu Shao's hobbies are really special."

"Really? I also think it's unique." Fu Junheng stood up straight again, and said with deep meaning, "I don't know what Ayou's hobbies are?"

Looking at his somewhat smug face, Wuyou smiled and replied: "Buddha cultivator."

Fu Junheng: ...

"Ayou's hobbies are really special." Fu Junheng said, "Is it because I am special and you are special, so that I can become a special friend?"

Wuyou turned around and didn't answer his particularly perverted question.

The staff of the program team also followed. Originally, they wanted to spend some time with each other outside, but they didn't expect the time alone to be so short.

However, this program also has an advantage. It is not a live broadcast. When the time comes, they can ask the program team to cut out which clips they don't want to be broadcast.

With Fu Junheng and Wuyou's absolute strength, they don't want some clips to be broadcast, and the program team absolutely dare not release them on their own.

I heard that in the variety show "Our Happy Life", many scenes were edited out.

The villa rented by the program group is in the suburbs. There are many roadside vendors not far from the villa. Some nearby farmers and hawkers often set up stalls here to sell some agricultural products and fruits.

In the cold wind, there is a sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

Wuyou became interested and looked at the old woman who sold sweet potatoes.

"Young man, would you like to have two roasted sweet potatoes? They are freshly roasted, and they are delicious!" The old woman greeted warmly, her old eyes narrowed into a line, looking kind and amiable.

Wuyou nodded, "Then come ten!"

Fu Junheng gave the money, took the roasted sweet potatoes, and handed one to Wuyou.

Wuyou smiled and said, "No matter how greedy I am, I'm not in a hurry."

"This food tastes good when it's hot, so eat it first!"

Wuyou tore off the skin, and then handed it to Fu Junheng.

Fu Junheng looked at him with some puzzlement, "I don't want to eat."

"do not like?"

"It's not convenient to carry things in your hands."

"Then I'll bring it up?"

"No, eat your own."

"Then I won't be polite." Wuyou took out a small spoon, scooped up a small spoon, and took a bite.

The roasted sweet potatoes in this world are much more delicious than the sweet potatoes in his previous life. They are soft and sweet. They are indeed a blessing for foodies.

If his little apprentice was here, he would probably fall in love with this place!

"What is Ayou thinking?"

"Nothing, just thinking of an old friend."

"Huh?" Fu Junheng became interested, "What kind of friend makes Ah You miss so much?"

"A child who has been with me for many years." Wuyou thought of his little apprentice in the previous life, and there was some warmth on his deserted face.

"tell me the story."

"There's nothing to say. It's all in the past. He likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes very much. If he is allowed to taste such delicious food, he should be very happy."

"Since your friend likes it, send him some. These sweet potatoes should be grown by the farmer himself." Fu Junheng said.

"He is not in this world, even if he wants to send it, he doesn't know where to send it."

Fu Junheng: "...Sorry, I mentioned your sadness."

"It's nothing to be sad about. He should be doing well, but I don't know if that guy still remembers me." Wuyou smiled.

When talking about his "old friend", the smile on his face was more pampering than usual, which made Fu Junheng's heart ache.

"Then it seems that this friend is really important to you."

"Well, he's been with me for a lot of long hours."

Looking at Wuyou, Fu Junheng always felt that when he said this, he seemed to be remembering something. This kind of expression made Fu Junheng very complicated.

He was silent for a moment and didn't say anything.

Wuyou said to himself again: "When I first met him, that guy was very rascal, and I had to feed him personally. The first time he ate baked sweet potatoes, he was too impatient and burned, so he hugged me and cried for a long time. Every time I eat roasted sweet potatoes, I have to feed him spoonfuls, but he still likes to eat it..."

At that time, his little apprentice was still a small one, like a small animal, very cute.

Looking at Wuyou's radiant face, Fu Junheng felt an indescribable envy in his heart, envious of the "old man" who was accepted by Wuyou without any grudges.

There was also a fruit seller next to them, and the two bought some more fruit, and then walked back slowly.

Both hands of Fu Junheng were full of things, and Wuyou wanted to help him carry some things, but he refused.

Wuyou had no choice but to let him go, and when he walked to a place with few people, Fu Junheng stared at the roasted sweet potato in Wuyou's hand.

Wuyou finally noticed Fu Junheng's burning gaze, and looked at Fu Junheng curiously, "Young master Fu also wants to have a bite?"

"En." After Fu Junheng struggled for a while, he responded lightly.

"Then I'll take another clean spoon."

He knew that Fu Junheng was obsessed with cleanliness.

Unexpectedly, Fu Junheng said: "Don't bother, just use your spoon. The spoon is at the bottom, so it's not easy to hold."

Seeing that he didn't mind, Wuyou gave him a spoonful of roasted sweet potatoes,

Fu Junheng didn't dislike it at all, so he took a bite with Wuyou's hand.The roasted sweet potatoes in your mouth are soft, glutinous and sweet, and there is also a unique fragrance of sweet potatoes, which really has a unique flavor.

"How does it taste?" Wuyou asked.

But Fu Junheng said: "I didn't taste it."

Worry-free:?

Fu Junheng: "Give me another bite."

Wuyou couldn't help laughing, and gave him another spoonful, "Young Master Fu, can you taste it now?"

"acid."

Wuyou smiled even more happily, "Maybe Fu Shao's taste buds are different, since Fu Shao doesn't like it, then don't force it, I won't feed you."

"You feed me more, maybe I can taste the sweetness."

"It turns out that Fu Shao likes to eat sour, I understand." Wuyou said deliberately, the smile on the corner of his lips was slightly raised, with a bit of cunning, and his beautiful face became more lively and seductive.

Fu Junheng looked at him quietly, his heart was sore and swollen, and there was an unspeakable throbbing.

"Young Master Fu?"

Wuyou looked up, and met Fu Junheng's deep eyes.

Fu Junheng came back to his senses, his eyes became more tender, "Forget it, I won't compete with Ah You for food, let's go back!"

"It's not grabbing food, it's sharing." Wuyou corrected him.

Fu Junheng smiled, took the last bite, and returned to the dormitory with Wuyou.

The rest of them were not there. I heard that they went shopping in a nearby supermarket. The director and a cameraman were adjusting their cameras. They were going to send some benefits to the fans to warm up and have a half-hour live broadcast.

Wuyou was washing fruit in the kitchen sink, and Fu Junheng followed behind him, hugging him directly from behind, with a low and forbearing voice: "Ayou, let me be the one who will accompany you through the long years from now on."