When Yun Xi saw the director staying silent, he thought he had not quite gotten his point across, so he hurried closer to him.
"Director, I just want a sip of the broth. I'm definitely not trying to take any of your meat, so take me along. I want to get rich overnight too. I want to retire too." Yun Xi pressed his palms together, his eyes full of longing for money.
The director's expression gradually twisted as Yun Xi spoke.
"No. There's nothing. Just hurry up, get ready, and go buy groceries." After delivering those words coldly, the director turned and left. Today, he had zero affection for the guests on this variety show. Do not disturb, thank you.
"What's wrong with him?" Yun Xi stood behind him, looking utterly bewildered.
"Maybe he doesn't want to take you along." Jiang Xiubai's words nearly made the director, who was almost out the door, trip over his own feet.
[Hahaha, I'm dying. Those questions broke the director.]
[The guests would rather believe the director struck it rich than believe he gave them this voluntarily.]
[All I can say is, the director's image is deeply ingrained in everyone's minds.]
[Hahaha, I feel like the director's about to grind his back teeth to pieces.]
[By the way, do you guys think a few of the guests in the cooking group look a little grim?]
[I noticed. Could it be that they can't cook?]
[Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Never mind anyone else, both our President Pei and Old Hou are excellent cooks. Total husband material.]
[Then what's making them all so serious?]
[Since it isn't the cooking, it can only be the grocery shopping.]
Pei Yanchuan was indeed feeling a little troubled. Saying Xu Wang was going to buy groceries was less accurate than