Food: I, who inherited a small shop, is popular all over the country!

Hall.

Sun Zhicai and various team members walked around the lobby of the Good Luck Shop.

Photograph the scene of good luck diners coming to the small shop to eat.

In the lens.

A young doll raised his hands, picked up a steamed bun larger than his small face, and nibbled on it one by one.

Those bright eyes are imprinted with the appearance of steamed buns.

Showing tiny teeth .

Eating the fluffy stuffing of steamed buns.

The corners of his mouth kept rising, his crystal clear saliva fell, and the jiojio hanging from the chair straightened happily.

The woman on the side smiled gently, wiped the drool from the corner of the child's mouth with her left hand, and also held a big white steamed bun in her right hand.

Sun Tzu moved the camera again and pointed it at another diner.

is an office worker.

I saw that he was wearing a suit, his tie was naked, and he looked dignified.

The watch in my hand, moving second by second.

The white-collar worker did not panic at all, carefully and slowly tasting the black rice sesame cake, and occasionally drank a sip of hot white porridge.

There was a laptop on the dinner table, and white-collar workers were replying to messages from time to time.

Eat a breakfast like afternoon tea in a high-end tea restaurant.

And behind the white-collar workers, there is a pair of old men.

Trembling, he picked up a bowl of black sesame paste.

Sip after mouthful.

It's like feeling the deliciousness of black sesame paste.

Talking to the wife next to him, he danced and was very healthy.

"This is the taste of the world!"

Sun Zhicai held up the camera, the focal length lens.

Looking at the camera and laughing.

This kind of warm scene not only made him feel extremely relaxed.

It also made him feel a sense of satisfaction emanating from the inside out.

Even though he had already eaten breakfast just now.

But it still can't resist the pyrotechnics in front of you.

Body and mind, joy.

" The taste of the world is not only sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, but also the joys and sorrows between people."

"These two together are the real food."

Sun Zhicai sat on the chair.

Hands hold up the camera and shoot the scenes in the small shop.

The camera is very heavy, he or the staff fixed the camera position, and the mobile shooting is carried by the camera brother.

Generally, Sun Zhicai will not keep the camera guarded all the time.

But today, it's always on camera.

Because from this he saw deliciousness.

The delicacy that blends into people's bones.

Called, the true love of the world.

Sun Zhicai enjoys this pleasant environment.

It didn't last long, though.

Outside the small shop, there was a sudden noise.

That's it! Good luck Aoyama to the small shop! "

Ah, hurry up and get the relevant information!"

"I wonder if Britney will be inside?"

"Cabbage for weight loss? I'm coming!

Sun

Zhicai put down the camera and looked over.

Good luck came to the small shop was pushed away.

At once, more than a dozen people came in one after another.

More than half of them came with cameras.

Look at the microphone, and the standard equipment of a certain TV station.

Sun Zhi understood that this seemed to be a reporter?

And the crowd followed by the reporter, one by one, little chubby.........?

What Britney? Lose weight cabbage? "

Also, why so many journalists?"

Sun Zhicai looked at the reporters and the chubby crowd in confusion.

When Sun Zhicai was puzzled by this.

The diners in the hall are much calmer.

Obviously, this kind of thing does not happen once or twice.

A moment of surprise.

He looked at the person who broke in with interest.

They seem to have become accustomed to this kind of scene of suddenly breaking into more than a dozen people.

A table next to Sun Zhicai was confused, so he laughed and explained.

"This good luck comes to the small shop, but it has been patronized by big stars before!"

"It's that national sister Chu Liyu!"

"What are the few reporters who are today?"

"That is, there were more than a dozen bodyguards yesterday!"

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Sun Zhicai looked at the calm crowd.

Well, although he didn't understand , and was a hundred million surprised.

But he can't reveal what he doesn't understand.

He is the number one director in China, and he is a person who has seen the world!

But when his documentary won the award before, a maximum of five reporters came...

How come there are more reporters from a small shop than him.......

555, miserable, the handsome director did not pay attention to the reporter!

Door.

The dozens of people who came in were evenly distributed.

In front is a two-by-two group of reporters and a camera-carrying brother.

People who come in behind.

Most of them are young and are a bit rounded.

After the reporter in front entered the small shop of Good Luck, he consciously silenced his voice, looked up and looked east, determined the location and looked for the shop owner.

This look, I looked at the diners in the hall.

The reporter was stunned at first, and then took a few steps back.

"Why are there so many people in this store?"

The small shopkeeper shop has more than seventy seats, and more than half of them are seated at the moment.

Large and small, nearly forty or fifty pairs of eyes stared, whoever came had to be angry.

What do you see?

The diners were also stunned.

It was not the reporter in front, but the crowd behind the reporter.

To be precise, fat people.

Boy!

Those who know think you're journalists, carrying cameras.

I don't know, I thought you guys were here to fight for gangs!

Why bring such a bunch of people with a bear's back?

The heart is wide and fat.

Three will just fill the gate!