Entertainment My Love Apartment

Chapter 19
"Hey! They asked me to live broadcast your cooking, you prepare."

"???" Guo Jialin looked at Yu Xiaomiao suspiciously.

"What are you watching? I'm going to broadcast live." Yu Xiaomiao said with a blushing face.

Of course Yu Xiaomiao would not say that she was called to the live broadcast because the sweet and sour pork ribs made by Guo Jialin were too delicious, which made her ugly in front of fans!

"Can you not show your face?" Guo Jialin asked.

"Well, let's see the situation!" Yu Xiaomiao said perfunctorily.

Seeing Yu Xiaomiao's perfunctory look, Guo Jialin knew that in all likelihood, he was going to show his face.

In fact, Guo Jialin is not absolutely forbidden to show his face, but he is afraid that if there are more pitfalls in the later novels, if he walks on the road, will he be beaten by fans?
After all, after today's daily tasks were completed, Guo Jialin exchanged two dead points for "Zhu Xian".

Every mistake is that Zhu Xian who, once written, fans will definitely riot, and he will definitely be beaten.

Moreover, Guo Jialin's plan is to finish the script of Miaspeed in two days, and then start coding Zhu Xian. Zhu Xian only has 152 million words, and the number of words in the chapter of Zhu Xian is almost twice that of the chapter of Dou Po, so he can update it twice a day.

Yu Xiao turned on the phone and continued the live broadcast.

"Wow! Master Meow is so skillful! This dish must taste good."

"What is Miaoye doing? It's a little far away, so I can't see clearly."

"Didn't you find that Master Meow's side face is pretty?"

Yu Xiaomiao suddenly saw this barrage, and immediately looked at Guo Jialin, as if maybe it might be okay!It's a little bit nicer.

And Yu Xiaomiao also noticed that Guo Jialin's cooking is very stable, not like the kind of person who just learned to cook, but Hu Yifei has no reason to lie!

Sure enough, Guo Jialin has many secrets.

As the saying goes, men with secrets are very attractive to women, and Yu Xiaomiao is no exception.

"Sister Miao quickly called Master Miao, we want to see the face."

"The side face is so good-looking, the front face must not be bad."

"Dead cat, they want to see the face." Yu Xiaomiao also knew that it was best not to call him by his real name, but it was too disadvantageous to be called Master Miao, and it happened that she thought of Guo Jialin's nickname on the Internet.

"Hahaha! This dead cat meows well, one for Little Rocket."

"The meowing of the dead cat made me very happy! I feel better all of a sudden. The money is not much, and I only have a husky."

"Sister Miao still understands us. How about we kill the cat and change the ending when Master Miao watches the live broadcast?"

"agree."

"Seconded."

"+1."

"+12581."

Guo Jialin didn't turn his head, but continued to fry the vegetables seriously, saying: "Wait a minute, let's talk after the vegetables are fried!"

Although Guo Jialin has a systematic bonus, after all, this is his first time cooking, so it's better to be serious.

Egg fried rice is not considered a dish, at most it is fried rice.

"Sister Miao, can you go and help us see how many manuscripts are left in Master Miao's computer? If you read it, a rocket is stable."

"Second the upstairs, send rockets after seeing it."

"Add me."

In an instant, the topic exploded, and everyone urged Yu Xiaomiao to peek at the archived manuscript.

But Yu Xiaomiao felt, how could such an upright person be tempted by money? How could he peek?If you want to watch, you should watch it aboveboard, and make money by the way.

Big deal. Big deal. Half of the money earned this time. Or 4%? 31%!I am indeed a good person.

Then Yu Xiaomiao came to Guo Jialin's computer as if he went to Guo Jialin's bedroom.

"What's the password for the computer?" Yu Xiaomiao asked.

"What are you doing on the computer?" Guo Jialin asked curiously.

"They want to read your manuscript. I'll earn some pocket money by the way, and I'll share some with you."

Chinese is very particular. If you say a few points, it can be 1%, or 1%, or even 1 cents.

When Guo Jialin heard that he wanted to read the archived manuscript, it was fine. He smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "The password is your birthday."

Hehe, even though I have published more than a dozen chapters of novels before I came to cook.But I can't bear the speed of my hands!I still have more than 20 words of manuscripts!
They have seen better, so maybe there will be another wave.

"How do you know my birthday?"

Yu Xiaomiao could no longer care about the fans, so she said while blushing.

"Did you forget that you need an ID card when you check in and when you register for live streaming? Just write it down by the way!"

"Hmph!" Yu Xiaomiao thought to herself, "I won't even give you 1 percent."

And the fans rioted again.

"Fuck me, show your affection in front of us, Master Meow, I'm afraid you don't want recommendation tickets, rewards and future monthly tickets!"

"Sister Meow, hurry up and see how many manuscripts this dead cat has left. More than a dozen chapters have been added in the morning, and I don't know how many more he can explode."

"But Doupa is still very good! At the beginning, he retired from the marriage, and then there was a grandfather who accompanied him, and then he started to awaken from the useless wood, pretending to be aggressive all the way. This kind of plot can completely become a routine!"

"Indeed, now that Xuanhuan has seen Dou Po alive, he has published several similar novels, but Dou Po is the best."

"Isn't that nonsense? No matter how advanced the plagiarism is, it's still not as good as the original. In fact, it would be great to borrow some routines and create your own cultivation system and world background. These novels are all about vindictiveness, so it's nothing to read!"

"Don't be fooled, look at Master Meow's computer."

Yu Xiaomiao locked the camera, then entered her birthday on the computer, and it turned on.

"Hey! Why does Sister Miao still hang up her phone! We saw your birthday, so we can give you a gift on that day!"

Will Yu Xiaomiao say that her birthday is Children's Day?Maybe it's the birthday curse that keeps me from growing taller.

In fact, it's not just that Yu Xiaomiao is not tall enough!Yu Xiaomiao and Guo Jialin are walking on the road together, they might be regarded as Guo Jialin's daughter!

Of course, this is not to say that Guo Jialin looks very old. To be precise, Guo Jialin is also quite young.

All the documents written by Guo Jialin are in a folder, and the name of the folder is also written "tools for making money", which is really unpretentious, simple and rude.

Open the folder, it shows Fights Break the Sky, [-] Centimeters Per Second, Second Speed ​​Manga Script, Zhu Xian.

"Sister Meow, wait a minute, can I read the script of the second speed comics."

In an instant, a wave of rockets hit, all asking to open the comic script.

Yu Xiaomiao said: "The script of comics is nothing interesting, you can't understand it either!"

"Sister Meow, are you underestimating us? After all, we have watched Miasha many times, okay?"

Yu Xiaomiao sighed, and then opened Guo Jialin's comic script.

"Fuck! Is this really written by Master Meow? It's all in Japanese!"

"Master Miao is a genius! With my n1 level, I still can't understand it."

"Crazy phone calls for Miaoye, for friends, specially translated Japanese script? This way, you don't have to worry about that manga artist not being able to understand Chinese."

"You're all playing seconds, but we can't understand the script, and I just want to ask, haven't you found that "Zhu Xian"? Is Miaoye going to write a new book?"

"No way! Fight Po has just started! With such a large workload of adding updates, how could there be time to update other novels. It should be the outline written by Master Miao inspired by it, but I really want to read it."

Yu Xiaomiao turned off the second speed script, and opened the fight against the sky.

"Fuck! There are still 27 words? There are about 90 chapters left! This is going to be all over, isn't that the rhythm of Baimeng?"

Then, the friends of the water spread it wildly in various groups as if they had got the big news, and it was not the kind of groundless rumors, there were pictures and the truth!
　From the beginning of publishing the book to now, thank you all for your support.Thank you Ren Zong, I can’t hear the wind from the sea, the oranges are very sour, Fusheng’s half-day leisure, memories | I can’t go back, Feng Yingxue, book friend 20177702, 122 opportunities for recommendation tickets.

　　I will keep going.

　　Then ask for recommendations and favorites.

　　


(End of this chapter)