God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

Fang Ran paused when he retracted his hand, lowered his eyelids and replied: "Probably, it will be a bit much."

As he spoke, Fang Ran pursed his lips in embarrassment: "When I was growing up in an untouchable area, there was someone with the same name as me."

Yang Jingshu was silent for a few seconds and shook her head: "That must be a coincidence."

She smiled and whispered: "Yes, how could it be such a coincidence."

Fang Ran was smart enough not to ask.

Not to mention that Yang Jingshu didn't necessarily want to say it, and it wasn't good to discuss it in the copy. The live broadcast was on, and no one wanted to talk about private matters openly.

Sure enough, Yang Jingshu drank all the water in the cup, pinched her sore eyebrows and sighed: "Forget it, let's rest first. If there is really a plot, it will probably be night."

The two of them didn't get a good rest last night. If they don't get a good rest today, they may not be able to keep up with the energy when the plot starts in the evening.

Fang Ran nodded obediently.

While lying on the bed, Fang Ran thought about the words "Yang Yingying" several times before slowly closing his eyes.

Yang Yingying, who could she be to Yang Jingshu?

Sister?

…………

Time flowed very fast in the dungeon. Soon, the originally bright sunlight gradually dimmed, and after a while, the thick and sticky night fell on the horizon.

"Dong dong dong."

At the same time as the knock on the door sounded, He Ziyun was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping. He moved his eyelids uneasily and slowly opened his eyes.

He Ziyun slowly got out of bed and rubbed his heavy eyelids.

"coming."

The young man's voice was hoarse as he had not yet woken up from sleep, and there was a vague temptation entangled in it.

As the door opened, Ah Wu, who was standing outside, held a plate and smiled lightly at the young man:

"Brother, it's time for dinner."

He Ziyun noticed that the young man had exposed his eyes. His bright black eyes were blinking, filled with the figure of the young man.

He Ziyun's sleepiness disappeared for the most part in an instant, and he walked to the side to make room for the young man to come in: "Come in."

Ah Wu nodded, walked into the house carrying the plate, and turned around to close the door.

The "click" sound of the door lock closing made the young man turn his head slightly, but he just looked at the closed door and pulled the light button.

The originally dark room suddenly became bright.

The two of them closed and opened their eyes at the same time.

He Ziyun held his chin and sat on the edge of the bed and yawned. He looked at the meal for two people in the young man's hand with tearful eyes: "Didn't you eat?"

Ah Wu shook his head: "No, I'll serve it as soon as it's ready."

He Ziyun looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "... Then let's sit down and eat together?"

Ah Wu lowered his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and he quickly dragged a chair from the side and sat down: "Okay."

The young man thought for a moment and then said, placed the chopsticks in front of the young man, and said seriously: "Brother, let's eat together too."

He Ziyun didn't expose his crude disguise. He nodded when he heard this, propped up his chin, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dishes on the plate.

Ah Wu cooked a lot, including a plate of vegetable and mushroom soup, and a plate of crispy meat sandwiched between pancakes. It looked a bit like a mini version of Shao Shao...

He Ziyun paused with his chopsticks and raised his eyes to look at Ah Wu who had already started eating, "What is this?"

The meat in the copy, even if he knew that Ah Wu would most likely not harm him, He Ziyun was still wary.

Hearing the young man's doubts, Ah Wu raised his head and looked at the plate of meat buns, and explained with a sigh:

"I saw that you really wanted to eat that barbecue for lunch, so I made a plate myself."

As if he was afraid that He Ziyun might misunderstand something, Ah Wu licked his lips and continued: "The meat is pork. I specially spent money to get it from others."

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat silent.

He Ziyun silently looked at the plate with only three or four small flames.

The mini roast is very cute, with emerald green chopped green onions scattered in the middle, reflecting the golden and crispy fried meat, which looks very appetizing.

Ah Wu couldn't eat anymore. He bit his chopsticks and looked at the young man across from him. He was worried and worried that he had done something wrong and made the young man unhappy.

He Ziyun has always been sensitive, so he naturally noticed the young man's uneasiness. He quickly raised his head and sighed softly: "How much did this meat cost?"

Ah Wu said honestly: "Eighty."

It was actually a hundred, but Ah Wu didn't dare to say.

He felt that something was wrong with the young man now. He didn't seem as happy as he appeared on the surface.

He Ziyun felt a little complicated when he heard that Baoshi had bought so much meat.

He has not forgotten that the young man only made 40 yuan from selling two baskets of wild fruits at the beginning. This little bit of pork cannot be worth 80 yuan.

No more than fifty.

This shows that the townspeople are blatantly trying to trick people.

They were afraid of Ah Wu and hated Ah Wu, so they could only speak loudly when Ah Wu was forced to beg them.

it's wired.

He Ziyun sighed. He looked up at the young man who still looked frightened. He couldn't help but reached out and pinched his cheek:

"Thank you."

The young man let go of his hand, picked up a mini meat bun with chopsticks, took a bite, and said with a smile: "It's delicious."

I love so much.

Ah Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and the terrifying scar on his forehead softened a lot. There was uncontrollable joy in his voice: "Brother, if you like to eat, just eat more."

He Ziyun hummed, his cheeks stuffed with food. He put a piece of meat bun into the boy's bowl and said vaguely: "You can eat it too."

Ah Wu nodded seriously, with a satisfied smile on his eyebrows: "Yes."

[Maybe I’m overthinking it... Although the atmosphere is very warm now, I always feel something is weird]

[You didn’t think much about it. The last time my wife and the priest had a “night talk” by candlelight, there was such an ambiguous atmosphere, and in the end, I didn’t want to say more]

[Can you think about it better? I feel that my wife’s attitude towards Wu is different from that towards the priest. It seems to be a little gentler.]

[There are some differences between an eighteen-year-old boy and a twenty-eight-year-old man]

【? ? ? ? ? what are you saying? Our priest is young and beautiful! Where is the old man? 】

[Please be more rigorous, I didn’t say old man, please remove the word "old"]

【I do not care! I'm stunned! There is always a couple, right? 】

[That’s not necessarily true]

【Go away! 】

[Wait a minute, has Zhou Zeng eaten? I’ll check out the channel]

Zhou Zeng, who was munching steamed buns next door, was happily chatting with the barrage:

"What? What does steamed buns taste like? What else can it taste like? It smells like the flour has puffed up after being fermented and then steamed!"

"? The two of them are eating meat in the house?!"

As soon as he saw this barrage, Zhou Zeng couldn't hold the steamed bun in his hand anymore. He gritted his teeth and took a big bite of the steamed bun, and growled angrily in a unclear voice:

"Gan!"

Then he lowered his head and continued to eat steamed buns amidst the numerous barrages of people who were watching the excitement.

Barrage: That’s it?