After wearing a book after the half-moon shadow, he was favored on the headlines

"Did you make it for me? I want to see what kind of soup it is." Mo Xiaoyu asked casually, got an affirmative answer, and immediately walked to the stove happily.

Before he got close, he was pulled by the corner of his clothes.

Mo Xiaoyu turned his head and saw An Zhengye mouthing and said: "Be careful of burning."

"I know, I will pay attention." After speaking, Mo Xiaoyu glanced around, saw the heat-insulating gloves hanging on the wall, took them off and put them on.

"Can I watch it now?" With An Zhengye's approval, Mo Xiaoyu approached the stove.

An Zhengye didn't make a sound the whole time, but Mo Xiaoyu didn't lower his voice. From a few simple words, the curiosity of the netizens increased a bit.

"Who the hell is the photographer?"

"Xiao Yu seems to listen to him very much."

"Curiosity bursts!"

The bullet screen was posted very quickly, Mo Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to it, her attention was all on the soup.

Netizens said I was hungry at the beginning of the live broadcast, and walked from the third floor to the first floor. After walking back and forth for nearly an hour, the meals I ate in the afternoon were almost digested.

This hot soup has already whetted her appetite.

Carefully opening the lid of the cup, a burst of steaming heat rushed towards his face. Before Mo Xiaoyu could get close, An Zhengye hugged him around the waist and moved away from the stove.

Half of An Zhengye's body was exposed, but it happened to be completely covered by the steaming heat.

The screen was completely white, An Zhengye took the opportunity to lean into Mo Xiaoyu's ear, and said in a low voice, "Look away from it, be careful of burning."

"I see, let me go, take a good shot." Mo Xiaoyu said in a low voice.

The communication between the two was fast and short, and they avoided netizens throughout the whole process.

When the camera could see things, Mo Xiaoyu was already holding a long-handled soup spoon, stirring in the soup pot, and randomly took out a spoonful, which was full of ingredients.

"This is Shiquan Dabu soup." Mo Xiaoyu didn't know the name of the soup, so he made up a random one, and couldn't help laughing after finishing speaking.

"I drink it every night, it's different every time, and I don't know the name." After laughing enough, Mo Xiaoyu said seriously: "It's medicinal soup, mainly because I was injured in the previous battle, so I drank it, yes Girls are in good health, after the live broadcast, I will publish the recipe, interested friends can try it for themselves.”

After speaking with a smile, Mo Xiaoyu put the lid on the cup and walked out of the kitchen.

She answered a few more questions from netizens, walked to the phonograph while speaking, picked up a vinyl record, and said to the camera: "The time for the live broadcast is almost up, let's end this time with melodious music live streaming."

"Thank you for your support and love. I will bring you more and better works in the future, and I will live up to your expectations and love."

"Goodbye, everyone." After Mo Xiaoyu finished speaking, the music played slowly. She bowed deeply and ended the live broadcast amidst the melodious music.

On the bullet screen, the netizens were quite reluctant to leave, but they didn't even finish sending goodbye, and the screen went dark.

"..."

The bullet screen was silent for a second, and the netizens said one after another.

"Straight girls are undoubtedly."

"It's too straightforward. It's not bad for an hour and a second."

"Anyway, let's say goodbye."

Netizens complained one after another, and Mo Xiaoyu received a call from Luna, and followed her instructions to watch it on Weibo.

During the one-hour live broadcast, Mo Xiaoyu had four trending searches.

"Straight Women Live"

"Mo Xiaoyu's Mansion"

"Fans Under the Lemon Tree"

"Mysterious Photographer"

Among the top five most searched, she alone accounted for three, and the number eight most searched by fans. She was able to enter the top ten without any marketing, which shows Mo Xiaoyu's popularity.

Moreover, the mysterious photographer also occupied the top spot in the hot search, and has remained high.

"So many people are curious about who you are?" Mo Xiaoyu clicked in to have a look, and shared it with An Zhengye happily.

An Zhengye gave a faint "hmm", glanced at it not very interested, then turned and went into the kitchen.

"Cut." Mo Xiaoyu curled his lips, a little dissatisfied with someone being so calm.

But looking at the comments of netizens, she was amused and laughed, so she didn't care about someone's aloof attitude.

When Mo Xiaoyu was watching happily, An Zhengye came out with a soup cup.

"Drink the soup first." He filled a bowl of soup and put it in Mo Xiaoyu's hand.

"Okay." Mo Xiaoyu picked up the spoon, took a spoonful of soup, and was about to put it into his mouth when he suddenly remembered: "What is the recipe, I will post it on Weibo."

"I'll send it for you." An Zhengye picked up her phone.

"Okay, remember to add a picture." Someone took care of it, so Mo Xiaoyu concentrated on drinking the soup.

An Zhengye's craftsmanship has improved a lot, and Mo Xiaoyu drank happily and satisfied.

After she finished her soup, An Zhengye had already posted on Weibo, and sat opposite her with a book to read.

He held a black leather-bound book in his big, well-articulated hands, his back was straight, his shoulders stretched out, his two slender long legs slightly overlapped, and his posture was unrestrained and unrestrained.

It was different from his usual rigorous and majestic appearance, a little more casual and natural.

So far only Mo Xiaoyu has seen this side.

Her husband is so handsome...

Mo Xiaoyu was a little nympho for a moment, picked up his phone and took several photos secretly.

Before An Zhengye found out, he put down his phone as if guilty of guilt, and clicked into the photo album to browse quietly.

An Zhengye had noticed Mo Xiaoyu's sneaky look as early as when Mo Xiaoyu secretly poked and photographed him.

He just didn't know what she was doing, so he deliberately didn't move, just waiting to see what the little woman was doing.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Xiaoyu covered his mouth while looking at the screen of his mobile phone.

She didn't look in his direction for 5 minutes.

An Zhengye couldn't help being curious, put down the book in his hand, and walked behind Mo Xiaoyu.

"What are you looking at?"

He made a sudden noise, which startled Mo Xiaoyu, and almost threw the phone out of his hand.

"Oh, why are you walking silently? You scared me to death." Mo Xiaoyu patted his chest, annoyed with lingering fear.

An Zhengye stroked her back and said softly, "My fault."

Seeing that he admitted his mistakes with a good attitude, Mo Xiaoyu glanced at him coquettishly and angrily, and ignored him with a soft snort.

Mo Xiaoyu used the cover of his hair to avoid his sight, secretly poking at the phone.

"What are you looking at?" An Zhengye asked again when she saw that she was playing with her phone again and not looking at him.

Mo Xiaoyu had already prepared his speech, so he showed his phone very calmly: "I'm watching Weibo."

An Zhengye was skeptical, but the expression on Mo Xiaoyu's face was too calm, he didn't see through her, so he asked, "What's good on Weibo?"

Mo Xiaoyu didn't actually look at it carefully, it was all to deal with someone, she said vaguely: "Just the hot search."

"What hot search?" An Zhengye continued to ask.

Mo Xiaoyu glanced at him, as if he was a little curious when someone became interested in these things.

An Zhengye looked back calmly, as if saying that he was just interested.

"It's a hot search on our live broadcast." Mo Xiaoyu remembered what he had just watched, and suddenly became happy: "That's right, you are the number one hot search in Xi Ti."

"Number one?" An Zhengye became slightly interested.

"That's right, everyone is guessing the identity of the photographer." Mo Xiaoyu clicked on the hot search list while talking.

As a result, the number one in the hot search seems to have changed.

From the original "mysterious photographer" to "photographer's identity", followed by a big "boil".

"Huh?" Let alone An Zhengye this time, even Mo Xiaoyu was curious.

After she finished drinking the soup, the trending searches changed?
Mo Xiaoyu quickly clicked in to have a look.

@一个小鱼V in the fish group: My friends, the identity of the photographer has been revealed, don’t think it’s Mr. An!Please see my analysis!Real hammer!
There are a few pictures on Weibo, Mo Xiaoyu clicked in to see them curiously.

An Zhengye also leaned down, resting his chin on Mo Xiaoyu's shoulder, and looked at her head to head.

One picture is a screenshot of Fu Mo Xiaoyu's hand, and the comparison and magnification of An Zhengye's hand taken from the news photo can prove An Zhengye's identity from the side.

The other picture was a photo of a gramophone. When Mo Xiaoyu clicked on it, the speaker of the phonograph was blurred. She didn't even know the meaning of this picture.

After looking at it for a while, I didn't see Mingtang, so I clicked on the next picture.

At this point, I couldn't help being stunned.

"Is this man Holmes?"

I saw that the speaker of the phonograph was enlarged, and a blurry figure could be seen inside. Through technical processing, this netizen decomposed the figure layer by layer, and reflected a tall figure holding a mobile phone in his hand. Although the lower half of the figure The face was covered by the mobile phone, but from the outline, eyebrows, and unique temperament, it could be confirmed that it was An Zhengye.

"It's amazing, this man is a talent." Mo Xiaoyu didn't deliberately conceal An Zhengye's identity, but he didn't feel the need to mention it.

He even thought that if the hot search didn't come down tomorrow, he would announce the answer directly.

Unexpectedly, she didn't take the next step, and the supernatural netizens had already exposed it.

"He is indeed a talent." An Zhengye looked at the picture and said calmly.

Mo Xiaoyu looked at the comments with interest, and saw that the comments were all exploded.

"It's really Mr. An! I guessed it right, I want to buy a lottery ticket!"

"Wow, Mr. An condescends to become a photographer, and suddenly envies Xiao Yu."

"Steamed fish is indeed true. It was the most correct decision in my life to get this pair of CPs."

"So Mr. An is so familiar with the kitchen, wow, Xiaoyu is so happy."

Following the revelation of the identity of An Zhengye's photographer, three more hot searches appeared, "Envy Xiaoyu", "Mr. An's Cooking Skills", and "Steamed Fish CP".

This kind of hidden candy is very in line with the psychology of netizens. The two accounted for half of the top ten in the hot search. Word also ushered in a large number of new fans.

Mo Xiaoyu put down his phone with some emotion, and looked at An Zhengye: "Hot search, do you want to make public relations?"

President Tangtang is hotly searched because of his cooking skills, isn't it too good?
"No need." An Zhengye held the phone, not knowing what he was doing.

The parties involved said that it didn't matter, so Mo Xiaoyu didn't care anymore.

She looked at her phone for a while, then yawned.

"Go to sleep when you're tired."

"Yeah." Mo Xiaoyu nodded, rubbing his sore eyes