[Brother Feng, why don't you play games anymore? 】

[What's going on, I entered the wrong live broadcast room? 】

[Aren't you still in the third row? I'm still waiting to join the team! 】

Those who rushed in excitedly to watch Fengfeng play games saw that the goods were not right, and asked questions one after another, but Guanghan turned his back to the camera and continued to chop vegetables unmoved.

Those who just wanted to watch the game left quickly, and the remaining three or two viewers who were bored and didn't know whether they were working to catch fish or staying at home during the holidays hadn't left yet.

Guanghan chops vegetables by himself and does his own thing.

The sound of cutting vegetables was very regular, and He Shu almost fell asleep when he heard it.

Fengfeng whispered to He Shu: "He can't do this, why don't we really start a live broadcast in the underworld!"

He Shu yawned: "No 998, no 888, just 98, I will take you on a day trip between Yin and Yang?"

The more Fengfeng watched, the more anxious he was, he flapped his wings anxiously, and the feathers fell down, and soon one by one was scattered on the dark sofa. He Shu's sleepy bug flew away immediately, and his hypotension was almost cured.All right.

"Stop fanning, stop fanning!"

He Shu rushed forward and hugged the bird in his arms.

"Give him some time, he's just shy!"

Fengfeng hates iron for being weak: "When will he earn the money to buy jade for me like this!"

He Shu couldn't laugh or cry, and almost forgot that this is a prodigal bird that only eats jade.

"Anyway, those audiences of yours came in because of the game. Now it's time to screen them. Those who stay are those who like to watch him cook."

"Guanghan, turn around and look at the camera, turn around! Don't let the audience see your face, how could they stay!" Fengfeng crazily whispered beside her.

Guanghan remained unmoved and continued to cut vegetables.

He Shu: ...It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry to death.

Ten minutes later, Guanghan finally turned to face the camera.

But he didn't bother to look at the camera either, he was still heating up the oil with his head down.

But the audience with two or three kittens finally noticed the bright spot.

[The profile of the anchor seems to be pretty good]

Fengfeng quickly lifted her spirits and stared at the background of the screen without moving, her seriousness was comparable to that of a student the day before the college entrance examination.

But that's all.

After all, there were few people in the live broadcast room, and there was a large silence after the barrage. Occasionally, passers-by came and went, but they didn't stay for long.

This is a phenomenon that is in line with the ecology of the live broadcast room. After all, the competition in the anchor industry is so fierce now, and there are not many people who rely on their appearance to make a living. Fengfeng wants Guanghan to be empty-handed as soon as he appears on the stage. It must be the reincarnation of RMB.

He Shu didn't have unrealistic fantasies like Fengfeng's. On the contrary, he felt that if Guanghan could accumulate dozens of regular audiences within a month, it would be considered pretty good.

On the contrary, it was the relationship between Guanghan and Fengfeng that made him a little curious.

Between them, it's not like a master and a pet.

Sometimes Fengfeng seems to be too unscrupulous, and in front of Guanghan, she will always hold back her teeth and claws, especially when Guanghan's aura is intimidating, she is even more timid than He Shu, immediately holds her breath and keeps silent, trying her best to reduce presence.

Of course, such situations are rare. Guanghan basically does housework and watches TV at home on weekdays.

But He Shu always felt that Fengfeng had a subtle guilty conscience when facing Guanghan.

Just like now, don't look at Fengfeng's endless chatter, just like an old man who hopes his son will become a dragon, as long as Guanghan gives a meaningful look, Fengfeng will immediately die down, and the relationship between father and son will be reversed.

They hold many secrets.

These secrets are like cocoons, and a single silk can be pulled out to form a complete story.

"Help find a way!"

Fengfeng was very dissatisfied that the whole family was only worried about it, and struggled hard in He Shu's arms, pulling out the bird's beak and pecking at his hair.

He Shu came back to his senses, and said helplessly: "You are manic, you need to be cured...Huh?"

The number of people in the live broadcast room increased significantly when he was distracted, from the original three or four to more than a dozen. There were a few old viewers who hadn't left just now, and there were several more barrages.

Some say that Guanghan cooks like art, some say that Guanghan has good fingers, and some say that the host is very handsome.

Someone actually gave a reward of 100 yuan.

On the first day of the live broadcast, and not long after, there was a reward, which has surpassed most anchors.

In the camera, Guanghan seemed to be carving something, He Shu felt that staring at the phone was a bit strenuous, so he looked up.

Fuck, what did he see?

Carved radish?

No, this is not a simple carving.

Guanghan took half of a white radish and carved out a white jade plum blossom tree.

The texture of the trunk, the branches, leaves and flower buds are delicate and distinct.

Although it was still a semi-finished product, it was enough to make He Shu dumbfounded.

He just stared blankly, forgetting the time, until Guanghan finished carving a whole tree, put it on a plate, and then started to take out the other half of radish, and started to carve a bowl.

"Where did he learn this craft?" He Shu murmured.

Fengfeng's brain circuit is obviously different from that of normal humans, but it doesn't take it seriously.

"I can't eat it for so long, and I haven't cooked it. I don't like raw radishes!"

He Shu ignored him and concentrated on seeing Guanghan.

The latter has already carved a white jade bowl out of the half of the radish, and there is actually a picture of Suihan's three friends on the outside.

This can no longer be described as art, is it also learned in that small restaurant?

He Shu thought numbly, and finally remembered to watch the audience's reaction.

The live broadcast room has exploded.

The number of viewers has grown from a dozen or so at the beginning to several hundred now.

The barrage keeps popping up.

[Fuck, is the anchor an inheritor of non-heritage? 】

[I haven't heard of the inheritance of radish carving! 】

[If you have this skill, you can't be on CCTV? 】

[Where is this anchor so sacred, does anyone have a popular science? 】

[He is a game anchor, he just broadcast cooking today]

【"Game anchors are best at not playing games"】

[If I hadn't followed from the beginning to the present, I would have thought it was fake]

【Didn't you realize that the anchor is still a handsome guy? 】

[Little brother, do you still need pendants, the kind that can only eat]

【husband! 】

The number of viewers is still increasing, some of them pass by and can't get out, and more of them are new viewers who have found "treasures" and recruited friends and friends.

Guanghan had no interaction with them. After he carved the bowl, he put the previously cut ingredients into the pot and fried them. He scooped out the steamed rice, made a bowl of fried rice, and put it in the white jade radish bowl. inside.

As for the plum tree, it is an ornament next to the bowl, and the slanted flower branches hang just above the fried rice.

The flowers bloom and fall, just forming the fruit under the tree.

The barrage was swiping again.

[What kind of treasure anchor did I find! Decisive attention! 】

[It's so extravagant, it takes an entire afternoon for a bowl of fried rice! 】

Seeing this barrage, He Shucai was shocked to realize that they had been watching the carrots that Guanghan had been carving for more than three hours.

Until now, Guanghan raised his head and faced the camera.

"It's done, today's live broadcast ends here."

Then he reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

He Shu:?

Fengfeng:? ?

He Shu: "That's it?"

Fengfeng: "Aren't you going to tell them something?"

Guanghan: "What did you say?"

Fengfeng: "Thank you for the rewards from the viewers. We'll see you tomorrow or something. It's best to blow another kiss. You just turned off the live broadcast!"

Guanghan: "Oh."

Fengfeng went crazy: "Oh, what do you mean!"

Guanghan: "It will be next time."

Fengfeng was about to flap his wings again, so He Shu hurriedly held down the manic bird.

"Where did you learn these crafts?"

Guanghan: "Online."

He Shu didn't believe it at all: "How could it be possible to teach you to carve a plum tree with radishes on the Internet?"

Guanghan explained: "I saw the plum blossom tree and the white jade bowl from the collections of the museum. The online teaching was to carve lanterns with radishes. I read it, and the principles were almost the same, so I practiced it."

Well, the general principle is the same. He Shu felt that he was already numb, but when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help turning to Byakugan.

"The two of you have very different voices. In the future, Fengfeng will not say that she is cooking on the live broadcast, but that the two of you share the same account. You broadcast the game, and he broadcasts the cooking. There is no contradiction."

He Shu didn't want to hear any of his Versailles-style remarks, so he grabbed the conversation and concluded, and then took the opportunity to bring the bowl over.

"Let this expert help you taste the fruits of your labor."

He took a spoonful, and at least half of the fried rice in the bowl was reduced.

Fengfeng was anxious: "I want to eat too, I want to eat too!"

He Shu had already run away with a bowl in hand.

One person and one bird started a daily chase in the living room.

Guang Han watched silently for a while, without interrupting them, and scooped out the remaining rice from the rice cooker, ready to fry another bowl.

Due to this amazing opening, the live broadcast of the cooking session was far better than expected. Even during the day when Fengfeng was streaming the game, some people were asking when the cooking was live.

Guanghan has broadcast live for three days in a row, and the audience is getting more and more every day. Although the reward is not as large as Fengfeng, the audience on both sides is different. Fengfeng's reward also includes the cost of inviting him to play with him. The edges are purely visual appreciation.

Seeing that the reemployment situation is very good, on the fourth day, Guanghan stopped broadcasting.

He went out.

The time is from after noon, until dawn in the early morning.

Three days in a row, every day.

He Shu began to feel that something might have happened.

Guanghan came back on the first day at 4:38 in the morning.

At that time, He Shu happened to get up at night to go to the toilet. Seeing that someone took the key to open the door, he almost thought that a burglar had entered. Besides, he picked up the broom and was ready to attack the uninvited guest!

The broom fell the moment the door opened, but it was firmly grasped by one hand, saying that it was too late, and this reaction was unusual at first glance. How about my dear roommate?

The blood in his head dissipated, He Shu lost interest, just yawned and asked vaguely, "Are you going out to buy breakfast, or did you just come back overnight?"

"Something." Guang Han's explanation was also very brief.

He Shu scratched his head, although he was a roommate and landlord, he didn't seem to care why he came back in the middle of the night.

At 3:30 in the morning the next day, an old customer who had taken He Shu’s car before called and said that her daughter’s grandmother in a neighboring city had a sudden illness, and she had to take her daughter to the train station, but her car broke down, so she think of him.

He Shu has an impression of this old customer. She is a mother from a single-parent family. She runs a snack shop and has a small savings. She has made appointments for his car several times before. It was not very safe, so He Shu agreed immediately, resisting drowsiness and reluctantly got up from the bed, put on his clothes and prepared to go out, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Guanghan standing outside, preparing to take the key to open the door.

The two looked at each other, and He Shu blurted out, "You're going out so late?"

Guanghan: "There's something wrong."

He Shu dragged out a long tone and said meaningfully: "Pay attention to your body."

Guanghan: ...

The conversation between the two ended here, He Shu was in a hurry to go out to pick up someone, and when he came back, Guang Han had already returned to his room to sleep.

He Shu felt more and more wrong.

Before the change, Guanghan saw that the live broadcast business was booming, and it was definitely impossible to give up the heat halfway in three minutes.

Now workaholics don't even make money, and they spend all day in the outside world. It's impossible to make cash mines outside and dig them every day.

So what could be the reason?

He was puzzled, and his curiosity gradually increased from a little bit.

As for Fengfeng—

It was lying on the blanket that He Shu had laid out for it, and it was sleeping soundly with both feet kicking. If it wasn't for the ups and downs of its belly, it would be like a dead bird.

Strange to say, the sleeping posture of Fengfeng is different from that of ordinary birds.

Of course, it never felt like an ordinary bird.

He Shu reached out and poked its belly.

Soft and warm.

Fengfeng chirped, shook her hair, and opened one eye.

"What do you want to do to my lovely me?"

He Shu: "...There is no such plan or desire at all. Do you know that Guanghan only came back at midnight these days?"

Fengfeng: "I know."

He Shu: "What did he do?"

Fengfeng: "You tell me now, I just know."

He Shu: "...you just sleep in the living room, you don't know he's in and out?"

Fengfeng: "I sleep well."

He Shu's mouth twitched, and he stopped communicating unilaterally.