Zhou Chenyu asked, "Who is it?"

He Chenfeng said, "My son!"

As he spoke, he squeezed his throat, imitating Xiaobingtang's tone, and said in a loud voice: "Daddy, I am a post-10s generation, and I don't want to play with you old people born in the 80s."

He Chenfeng's "learning" has always been a must in the four subjects of "speaking, learning, amusing, and singing", but this time he shook the first small burden of the night, and his vivid tone made the audience lean forward and back.

He heard him squeeze his throat and said, "Although Master Zhou is getting old, but he is born in the 90s anyway, so I barely glanced at him."

Zhou Chenyu said angrily: "This bear child, if there is a father, there must be a son."

He Chenfeng returned to his normal tone and said, "But he can watch you, not on TV."

Zhou Chenyu asked, "Where is he watching?"

He Chenfeng learned the tone of Xiaobingtang again, and said, "Watching TV or something, the soil is dead. We post-00s and post-10s watch Weibo Spring Festival Gala."

In the laughter of the audience, their cross talk entered the main content, starting from the attitudes of different age groups towards the Spring Festival Gala, and introducing the differences in the way of thinking and living habits of each age group.

The cross talk of the Spring Festival Gala maintains a strict time limit, and it is impossible to talk for nearly an hour like in Xiaoyuanzi, so the burden is also set densely.

Yan Zhao looked at it for a while, and finally felt relieved.

Putting aside the filter, this cross talk is quite mature from the book to the interpretation, and there are no accidents that are improperly played on the spot, and there are plenty of laughs. In general, the overall effect is still very good.

It was the first time the two stood on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, and it was the first language program. It was really satisfying to be able to perform to such an extent.

Although he knew that there would still be a lot of disapproving voices on the Internet, Yan Chao was already proud of them from the bottom of his heart.

Their time control was very tight, and the speech was over in less than 20 minutes. In the midst of lively applause and laughter, the two bowed and stepped down, successfully completing today's task.

Yan Chao opened Weibo and swiped, and sure enough, an eager discussion had already started on Weibo.

"This Weibo Spring Festival Gala contestant said that in order to watch this cross talk, I just turned off Weibo on purpose and watched TV for ten minutes."

"The yellow coat is too good-looking 1551! Mr. He is so cute! What kind of immortal appearance is Brother Chen Yu! I'm crazy prprpr! [Nympho]"

"It's the first time I saw their cross talk, and they said it well. I was brainwashed by saying that their professional skills were not good enough."

"For someone like me who has never watched cross talk before, it feels like 2333, a cross-border cross-talk combination of actor and variety show mc. What kind of fairy partner, I'm going to fall in love with cross talk!"

...

Immediately afterwards, some netizens intercepted some of the performances of the two tonight.

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The golden sentences and emoticons of , were retweeted frantically for a while, and soon became a hot search.

Yan Chao felt a burst of happiness from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't want to watch the follow-up shows.

He swiped on Weibo for a while, and the time passed quickly, it was almost ten o'clock soon.

An untimely "gugu" sound came out of his stomach, and Yan Chao remembered that he came back late tonight, and as soon as he came back, he started watching the Spring Festival Gala. At this point, there was no time for dinner.

Although he was good at cooking, he didn't have any raw materials at home at the moment, not to mention that he was alone tonight, and he didn't plan to cook a meal for himself at all.

Yan Chao stood up weakly, walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and pulled out a bag of quick-frozen dumplings that he didn't know when to buy.

I took a look at the expiration date, yes, it's expired for a month.

Yan Chao couldn't help but feel a burst of sadness. Just as he was about to turn on his phone and order takeout, he remembered that everyone was celebrating the New Year, not to mention the takeaway guy, I'm afraid even the restaurants would be closed.

At the end of the year, Yan Chao had been very busy with work and hardly ever went home to eat, so at this moment, the refrigerator was empty except for a bag of expired dumplings, and he couldn't even find a bag of instant noodles.

Yan Chao closed the refrigerator door resignedly, it seems that being alone is not miserable enough, he has to welcome the new year with hunger.

Yan Chaozheng was deeply saddened, and the phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Zhou Chenyu calling.

Probably wishing him a happy new year in advance. With this thought in mind, Yan Chao picked up the phone, and a familiar smiling voice came from the opposite side: "Where is it?"

"Nonsense, home." Yan Chao answered briefly, then asked him, "Are you finished?"

Zhou Chenyu over there laughed: "Brother Xiaoyan, you're so busy that you don't even have time to watch the Spring Festival Gala? I've finished the show for more than an hour."

Yan Chao: "I know, I mean you went home after the show?"

Zhou Chenyu: "I haven't returned yet."

Yan Chao: "Then go back soon, your family should be anxious."

Zhou Chenyu: "When you go home for the new year, there is no reason to not bring your daughter-in-law."

Yan Chao: "...?"

Zhou Chenyu: "Go downstairs, my brother went downstairs to your house."

Chapter 60 New Year's Eve Dinner

Sitting in Zhou Chenyu's car, Yan Chao still felt that all this was too magical.

He was clearly pulling a bag of expired quick-frozen dumplings in front of the refrigerator ten minutes ago, how come ten minutes later, he was inexplicably going to be taken home by Zhou Chenyu for Chinese New Year?

Although he just went downstairs very quickly, but now he got into the car, Yan Chao hesitated again: "You really want to take me back to your house for the New Year? I'm an outsider, won't it be bad?"

Zhou Chenyu didn't care: "What outsider, you are not my insider."

Yan Chao: "...If you do this again, I won't go."

Zhou Chenyu glanced at him: "Don't tell me, I'm wrong, okay?"

As he said that, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly: "Brother Xiaoyan, it's obviously I kindly take you in, why do you act like I'm begging you."