The cameraman carrying the camera laughed so hard he nearly smashed it on the ground, and the shot shook wildly. Shen Huaiyu stepped forward and volunteered, "You can talk to me about paying extra."
Seeing the stunned looks on everyone's faces, Shen Huaiyu blushed slightly and explained gently, "I want to earn a little travel money too."
That was what he said, but Cheng Lang knew Shen Huaiyu was trying to bail him out.
"I don't know why you don't want to cook," Shen Huaiyu explained to Cheng Lang afterward. "But we're partners. If there's something you don't want to do, and I happen to be able to do it well, then let me do it."
Shen Huaiyu never asked why Cheng Lang did not want to earn that money. In Shen Huaiyu's eyes, whatever Cheng Lang wanted or did not want to do, he must have had his reasons. Shen Huaiyu had no intention of digging into Cheng Lang's private affairs. But if the opportunity arose, he was more than willing to help Cheng Lang shoulder some of the burden.
For example, helping the other guests cook on the show—if Shen Huaiyu doing so could make more viewers interested in Forest Style Milk Tea after the program aired, would that not mean he was also promoting the brand?
"You really don't have to go that far," Cheng Lang said. "I brought you out so you could relax. If participating in the recording makes you uncomfortable or puts you under pressure, you can just work behind the scenes."
Shen Huaiyu shook his head. "I really didn't want too much exposure in front of the media cameras before." Mainly because his past experience with Lu Chengxuan had been so humiliating that it always made Shen Huaiyu feel as though his past