Tang Zinian and Jiang Xuyan were making breakfast. They were more cautious than when they were doing chemistry experiments and couldn't get on the right track.
The others quickly began to move.
Song Qingyou rolled up her sleeves, poured the flour, made the dough, and rolled out the dough…Wei Zhengrong looked at her clean and neat appearance and ordered the camera to take more shots of her.
After all, even if a beauty cooked buns, it was more pleasing to the eye than others.
However, after a while of silence, a staff member came to ask for help for Tang Zinian.
After Song Qingyou answered them one by one, the production team brought the lottery machine over.
"Every number has a corresponding mission and guest."
"Each of you will draw two numbers."
"Come, let's choose the guests first."
After the director's assistant finished speaking, he asked Song Qingyou to draw the lottery.