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nYu Yaoyao also seemed to have felt his eyes on her. The moment he looked over, she had already raised her small face, seemingly quite excited.

n“Husband, Husband, come look! The director has given us a lot of money! We should be able to buy a lot of things!”

nShen Yichong’s resolute lips immediately hooked with amusement. There was already a mind-numbing smile on his face.

n“Okay.” He looked at Yu Yaoyao, as his thin lips moved to say, “Director Zhao.”

nZhao Yu suddenly breathed out a sigh of relief! He even reached out to wipe the perspiration accumulating on the back of his neck. For the temporary task he had thought of, even though Guangxin had hit a snag and was in dire straits, he had barely a speck of hope that Shen Yichong would agree to filming the cooking of his own dinner. After all, when signing the contract, the show runners had promised to strictly adhere to the husband and wife’s daily life, without scripts or additional requirements.

nSo now, if the Guangxin’s crisis was real, this would be when Shen Yichong was at his busiest and couldn’t spare time for such trivial tasks!

n“Okay! It’s six o’clock now, you have two hours for this task! Come on!” With that Director Zhao immediately made to leave with the crew.

nBut Shen Yichong turned his head and flashed him a weird smile. “By the way, Director Zhao, did you know that my wife has never cooked before? If my kitchen is damaged, will the showrunners be able to reimburse …”

nZhao Yu: “!!!”

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nOnce they were out of the set, Yu Yaoyao took Shen Rui and went to the nearest supermarket.

nSitting in the back seat, the mother and son, one big one small, had their heads together. Opening the red envelope, they began to count the money, and in no time their eyes narrowed with laughter.

n“Wow, 100, 200, 300, 353 …” Yu Yaoyao’s voice sounded more and more excited, thrilled and happy.

nAs she counted, the corners of her mouth couldn’t seem to close and the little bun in her arms kept poking his head, his round black eyes staring intently at the money in the red envelope.

n“Mommy, here’s another 100!”

n“Haha! So much money!” Yu Yaoyao laughed out loud.

nShe had no concept of money before. Although she had lived a long time, she didn’t have much shopping experience. Her only reference was from reading the exaggerated CEO novels and binging on dog blood TV series.

nThe male protagonist in those stories usually pointed at random, and said that he wanted to pack up this restaurant and buy all the clothes on that shelf … All kinds of local tyrants with blinding actions. This kind of false knowledge input made her spend a lot of money on several shopping sprees when she had first arrived here.

nBut now, she had a sense of money, more or less. For example, she knew how expensive a lobster meal was, and also that she could not afford a villa. She was aware that her current income from acting in TV series could not even afford a limited-edition bag in the original owner’s closet. And that now, her husband may have no money. The dandy life of the local tyrant wife written in the original book may be gone forever.

nAs Yu Yaoyao was counting the money, she raised her head with some worry and glanced at Shen Yichong who was frowning seemingly in deep thought.

nSure enough, since there is no money, he is in a bad mood, right? Sigh …

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