So everyone touched the glasses in their hands and prepared to start.

Xu Jing suddenly said, "It's hard to get a well-known crosstalk actor to participate in the show. How can I not report the name of the dish before dinner?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled and said, "It's my old job, what's the point of letting me come, I should let Xiaoyan come."

Yan Chao hurriedly shied away: "Go, go, I'm not talking about cross talk."

Zhou Chenyu raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't think I don't know, don't you talk about the daily training of the broadcast host's voice?"

...really let him say it.

Yan Chao looked helpless: "I'll be a little bit like that too, isn't this Banmen getting an axe?"

Chen Shuo watched the excitement and did not dislike the avenue: "Then you two, let's have a solitaire!"

Xu Jing clapped her hands: "Yes, it just so happens that Xiaoyan, you are about to learn cross talk with him, let Master Zhou test your skills first."

Xiaoyan was extremely reluctant. After all, the full text of the name of the dish was so long, Zhou Chenyu would definitely be reciting it. I'm different, I haven't recited much in total, I haven't said it for so long, I've almost forgotten about it.

However, Yan Chao also knew in his heart that slow variety shows were easy to get bored, and audiences liked to watch such conflicting plots, otherwise the two of them would not have been arranged as a "talking team".

Xiao Yan, who dedicated herself to the show, had no choice but to say, "I'll treat you to eat, steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer's tail—"

The memory of the first few sentences is still clear, and Yan Chao is also sloppy and speaks very fast, and it looks like that.

Zhou Chenyu replied, "Roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose—"

Although Yan Chao's mouth is fast, he can't be as fast as a professional cross talk actor. As soon as Zhou Chenyu opened his mouth, Yan Chao immediately felt that Zhou Chenyu had deliberately put water on him, and the speed of his speech was completely according to him.

He continued his efforts and said quickly: "Braised pig, braised duck, sauce chicken, bacon—"

Zhou Chenyu answered: "Songhua little belly, dried meat, sausage—"

Yan Chao: "Assorted Supan, Smoked Chicken White Belly, Steamed Babao Pig—"

Zhou Chenyu: "Jiangmi stuffed duck, canned pheasant, canned quail—"

...Help, what's the next sentence? Yan Chao really can't remember.

It's too embarrassing to say two words and over, isn't it?

While his brain was running fast, Yan Chao suddenly had a flash of inspiration and blurted out, "Dove Chocolate, Coco Brownie—"

After he finished speaking, he thought it was funny, Zhou Chenyu would definitely not be able to pick up on such jokes that he casually saw on the Internet.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chenyu was stunned for half a second, and immediately followed him: "Vanilla-flavored Baxi, durian and jackfruit?"

Yan Chao was instantly shocked, what happened to this person?

It turns out that he not only recites the name of the dish, but also recites the sand sculpture jokes on the Internet?

Fortunately, Yan Zhaolai has an unforgettable memory, and even the sand sculpture jokes are very clear: "Chicken mashed potatoes, cheese corn kernels?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled with a heart full of heart: "Yellow braised spicy chicken, jasper gold inlaid with jade—"

Yan Chao: "Braised lion head, beef tenderloin with black pepper, vinegar fish with orange pork ribs sauce."

This paragraph ends here, Yan Chao finished the last few sentences in one breath, and then looked at Zhou Chenyu in a relaxed manner: I've finished speaking, what else can you say?

Unexpectedly, Zhou Chenyu looked at him without any confusion, and raised an eyebrow at him: "Not as good as you, not as good as you at all."

Chapter 11 The Red Mane Horse

Yan Chao: "..."

He lost, crushed.

After being stunned for three seconds, everyone exclaimed in unison, "Chen Yu Luo Yan is true!"

Yan Chao: "Is your last sentence reporting the name of the dish? It's a foul."

Zhou Chenyu stuck out her tongue: "You started the whole paragraph in the back, and if you want to foul, you will foul first."

Yan Chao: "This is called introducing the old and bringing forth the new, and the 21st century hard-core report the name of the dish."

Zhou Chenyu gave a thumbs up: "Great, I'll write it down in my new book when I go back."

Xu Jing asked with admiration on her face: "I remember the full version of the name of the dish with more than 1,000 characters, can you?"

Chen Shuo's eyes widened in surprise: "More than a thousand words? How can you memorize them?"

Zhou Chenyu nodded: "It's all baby's legs (Note: Tongzi Gong), and when you hit a child, you will carry it from morning to night."

Zhou Shuangshuang continued: "Outsiders don't know, it was really hard for us to learn art since childhood. In contrast, the life of trainees is much easier."

Zhou Shuangshuang learned Jingyun drums when she was a child. Later, when she was young, she went to the entertainment company behind her parents' back, and she did not continue to follow the path of traditional folk art. She said this now, obviously she has the most say.

Zhou Chenyu added: "When we practiced the exercises when we were young, we always got up before dawn. After the morning exercises, we checked one by one. At six or seven o'clock in the morning, I was terribly sleepy, and my mind was full of mucus. Son, I slapped my head and covered my face a few times, and I immediately woke up."

Xu Jing was surprised: "Oh my God, why are you still beating the child?"

"If you don't play, you won't have a long memory. It hurts and you endure hardship. You can't do it again next time." Zhou Chenyu was very indifferent, "traditional trades have come this way, and our younger generation is much better. When you go to school, you have to sign a 'shutdown book', which clearly states that during the period of studying art, natural and man-made disasters will have nothing to do with the teacher, if you are stubborn and refuse to accept it, you will be killed."

Yan Chao had heard of the class and society system in Liyuan Bank in the past. At that time, there was a saying, "Parents are not ambitious, they sell shit to pretend to play." Selling one's body", sending the child to do "low-level" activities.

At that time, the masters in the team were extremely strict and ruthless. The children were on stage for a whole day, and when they got off the stage, they were beaten to pieces because of various minor faults. It is not uncommon to beat people to death.

Hundreds of years have passed, and in today's era, such a much-maligned feudal dross-style education method has long since ceased to exist. In the era of new media, some well-known quyi actors are similar in size to stars, but what Yan Chao did not expect was that even people like Zhou Chenyu were educated by sticks.