This UP can't move

[Mr. Yao, thank you for this wave of operations that made me completely forget that I was a fan of technology in the first place]

[Reverse show, technology fans off fans +1]

[From now on, I will concentrate on staying in the harem to raise babies and stay away from the turbulent war on the front line]

[233 Sisters raising babies are okay, count me as one 8]

[Everyone is Mr. Yao's girlfriend fan and talk a little more arrogantly]

[+1, it really is the happiest dog with peace of mind]

[Mr. Yao's voice is fine with me too!But it’s been a long time since I sang]

[Just live broadcast but not update?Feel your conscience and say that you are worthy of your title of Duoqi Granny? 】

[After taking a look, you really didn't update again]

【Grandpa, the UP master you follow is still not updated today】

【Your Mr. Yao and my pigeon】

【Satisfaction Changle Little Ace Pigeon】

……

Yao Shuyu glanced at the barrage, raised her eyebrows, and let out a groan in extreme displeasure.

"Why, wasn't it the time when I was begging my father and mother to broadcast it? If I didn't broadcast it, where would I get the material to cut the video." Taking advantage of the gray screen, he moved his stiff neck and wrist, and said very casually, " Who said high yield is easy? How about asking the sows first?"

【233 Ask if the sow is okay】

[? ?Dear, the language barrier here]

[The postpartum care of sows in my hand is finally useful]

[Mr. Yao: Do ​​8 to 8, you are too strong to lock men]

[You turn on the camera so that no one will notice your bad (not) operation]

[The one in front actually made such a bad plan (the minister seconded the proposal)]

[Second proposal +1]

……

The line of small yellow characters on the screen, "No. 12" seems to have a mocking effect.

Yao Shuyu's face darkened, she sat in front of the computer desk and attacked herself expressionlessly:

"It's mourning, so you can laugh at it to your heart's content. I think my channel of '吔鸡怪' should be closed as soon as possible, or it can be changed to '吔吔怪怪'. I'll think about it."

Whether it's a girlfriend fan or a sad technology fan, the neighbors on the Internet from all walks of life happily posted bullet screens when they heard this:

[How many people are here and who will come to popularize science hh]

【My husband is autistic, but why do I cry out from laughter】

【Mr. Yao's daily routine intermittent autism】

【Your Internet Neighbor Yao · I scold myself · always online】

【To be honest, I think this is a good proposal 233】

[Oh, only my caring and considerate girlfriend on the site can see that Mr. Yao is begging for a hug]

【Girlfriend in God damn station】

【Don't even talk about it, let's go and see what time it is, sister】

[This reminds me, it really is a takeaway place at first glance]

【Mr. Yao, do you need to order a takeaway for you to restore your blood】

[Takeaway is on the way, we are together]

Yao Shuyu exited the game after mentioning the top [-], propping his chin with one hand, tapping the fingers of the other hand on the table one after another, staring at the barrage while "everyday intermittent autism".

Except for a few people who spray technology, most people are still very friendly.

He thought to himself: Well, yes, the live broadcast room is still dominated by girlfriend fans, and I still rely on my appearance and voice to travel the world.

Seeing the "takeaway spot" posted on the barrage, Yao Shuyu raised his eyes and glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen. It was less than seven o'clock. If he hadn't started another round a few ten minutes ago, but ordered a takeaway, He should have eaten it by now.

But I will book again at this time, I don't know what year and month I have to wait.

The barrage was still playing with the takeaway memes endlessly, Yao Shuyu coughed lightly, grabbing everyone's attention:

"Why didn't anyone stop me before the start of the game, and remind me to order a takeaway? What about the promised girlfriend fans, my husband is so hungry here that he's out of order, you guys are still ruthlessly urging me to change, huh? Is it appropriate? "

Yao Shuyu was also idle, turning on the camera casually.

In the live broadcast screen, a small rectangular screen appeared in the corner of his clean computer desktop.

On the screen, Mr. Yao himself had a displeased expression on his face, and casually took a sip from his water glass.

Then he squinted at the camera, and slightly raised his eyebrows at the ignorant little fans on the opposite side of the video signal:

"Are they all fake fans?"

There is no need to look at it at all, the barrage must have gone crazy:

【Ah, ah, my husband called me, did you hear that?】

【Husband, I was wrong, woo woo, is it still too late for you to order takeaway】

[Dry pot chicken will arrange for you to go up, can you eat chicken in various postures today]

Of course, there must have been a wave of gifts in the live broadcast room.

"Hey, grand, so many gifts, how many small gold beads do you need?" Yao Shuyu hooked her lips and shook her head very clearly to persuade, "Come on, don't brush, just enough for me to order a takeaway, everyone who claims to be a girlfriend fan Everyone should be diligent and thrifty, okay?"

FireUP bullet screen video network, commonly known as F station, one dollar or one F coin, can be exchanged for the "universal currency" of one hundred live broadcast platforms in the station. Small gold beads can be directly rewarded to the host, and can also be used to buy various gifts in the live broadcast room .

【Ah ah ah ah sisters smashed up】

【Smash it, smash it all for me】

【Husband, let alone Xiao Jinzhu, take everything you want】

[My Yao always deserves the most expensive takeaway meal]

"Cough," Yao Shuyu propped his chin and blinked, "I've persuaded you, it's you who are disobedient and insist on smashing it."

[233 Everyone, come and watch this large-scale Yao-style gift-seeking scene]

【Bad drop is very】

【President Yao's mouth, a deceitful ghost】

[There is no Mr. Yao who cannot be pleased by a hundred thousand gold beads, if there is one, another hundred thousand will be spent]

"That's not it." Yao Shuyu was amused by the barrage, and leaned closer to the camera, "It doesn't matter if he has gold beads, silver beads or glass beads, if you can exchange them for takeaway, they are all good beads."

[New here, weakly ask what is the takeaway? 】

[Newcomer +1, same question]

[233 new sisters, please click on Mr. Yao's personal homepage]

[For details, please refer to Mr. Yao's personal profile, you can know at a glance]

Yao Shuyu's avatar on station F has always been drawn by fans, and he will change it from time to time, commonly known as: when you think of it, you can choose a good-looking one in the private message and change it.

The one he is using now, "he" has black hair and black eyes in good order, with a pair of oversized gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Supporting his chin with one hand, the corners of his mouth curled up in anger.

This painting actually has a prototype, which is a photo of himself. He went to a friend’s channel column before, and it was posted in the photo album. The glasses are not prescribed, and they are not his.

Yao Shuyu felt that this demeanor was painted quite vividly, and it completely captured his aura of walking sideways at Station F.

So I immediately favored it.

Click on his profile picture, and the page will jump to "Mr. Yao's Personal Space".

"Boss Yao" is his ID at station F, with a concise and clear aura of overlord, the following line of small characters is his personal profile written casually:

The summer is bitter and rainy, so I can only eat takeaway.

When Yao Shuyu filled out the information after completing the registration a few years ago, she thought she described herself very sadly. Unexpectedly, in her later career as an Internet celebrity, she will continue to be teased in various positions on various occasions:

Dad doesn't hurt, mom doesn't love, Mr. Yao ordered takeaway today.

Whether it's a live broadcast or a video he posted on several small channels, such bullet screens can be seen everywhere:

[Mr. Yao, your takeaway has successfully attracted the attention of wild dogs on the road. It is currently under attack and may not be delivered in time. Please continue to be hungry]

Yao Shuyu had just been taught to be a human being in the game, so he had to find a sense of existence among the fans in anger:

"Huh? I didn't expect that I could attract new fans at my age. Hello, newcomers. Although I haven't updated the video for a long time, the previous submissions are still worth going. Three consecutive qualities—coins, likes and favorites Thank you everyone, by the way, pay attention, Mr. Yao and Mr. Yao's face never let you down."

【You also know that you haven't changed your temper for a long time】

【Is it forced by life? Already started its own business】

[Mr. Yao: What's the use of you, I'm in business myself]

【Mr. Yao and Mr. Yao’s self-promotion never let you down】

[Why the well-known UP masters are out of breath, please watch today's technology fans have something to say]

"It's been noisy for a long time, I haven't ordered takeaway yet." Yao Shuyu clicked the song and played it, clicked his tongue, and said sadly while holding his growling stomach, "Mr. Yao is going to solve the problem of food and clothing today. This month's random live broadcast is coming to an end, everyone, let's go."

[I'm going to die, the video will not be updated, and it won't be played a few times in January]

【Too careless 555】

【This one-way love affair is destined to be fruitless】

[Don't go!You are not allowed to go!I disagree! 】

[Mr. Yao, I sincerely recommend that you cook by yourself]

[Stop what you did earlier, your backhand is a food broadcast, Mr. Yao, immediately on the list]

[Looking at Mr. Yao's braised kitchen in blood alone]

[Steam the braised Taiqiang Ren Suo Nan]

【Squatting in a group with Mr. Yao eating and broadcasting 1/100】

"Huh?" Yao Shuyu narrowed his eyes. He originally planned to turn off the barrage assistant. He took a second look before the live broadcast. He didn't know whether he really thought the idea was good or was really stimulated. A little inspiration."

[Did I get it wrong? 】

【Mr. Yao is going to cook a virgin meal? 】

【You are not alone and I understand that too】

【Expressed great anticipation and ate a big mouthful of dry pot chicken】

[Hey dry pot chicken, I remember you, what did you order for Mr. Yao? 】

Yao Shuyu, who is all-powerful at Station F, obviously will not fight unprepared. He clicked on the web search engine, and murmured while typing:

"Ah... I ordered takeaway, but I won't make it today. The refrigerator is cleaner than my face."

"But I think if you want to be a person with great ideas, you have to learn how to cook first."

"Yeah, I got it right, I'm going to learn how to cook."

"The dark days when parents don't care about their mother and don't love them and can only eat takeaway will pass, and Mr. Yao is about to usher in a glorious dawn when he is full of color, fragrance and taste."

He quickly typed a few words in the search bar:

How to make egg fried rice?

The barrage is full of:

【God damn egg fried rice】

【[-] Bowls of Court Egg Fried Rice】

"It's said that you don't keep a house, and everyone still doesn't believe it. What's wrong with fried rice? Can a bowl of fried rice reflect a person's life?" Yao Shuyu stared at the webpage, shaking his head artificially, "Have you seen the little master of China? ? Haven’t seen it? Then you don’t have a childhood, and we don’t have a common language. Get off your fans, and you’ll be passers-by from now on.”

Yao Shuyu quickly browsed through the search results with pictures and texts, and the headline is seriously suspected of being a gangster:

Many people don't know the authentic method of egg fried rice, no wonder it's not delicious!

How to make egg fried rice delicious?The chef teaches you this secret, never enough!

Egg fried rice is easy to make and difficult to do well. A bowl of egg fried rice shows your outlook on life!

Yao Shuyu raised his eyebrows: Sure enough, he is never the only one who talks nonsense.

He looked at these headlines, but he didn't have the desire to poke them in, and the accompanying pictures didn't quite arouse his appetite—if he couldn't arouse his appetite when he was suffering from hunger, that's a fart.

He swipe the webpage impatiently and then turned the page again, ignoring the large "hahaha" on the barrage, when the mouse slid over a search result, it suddenly stopped——

Bobo, broadcast your wonderful life.

"How to make fried rice with eggs?-Shangjiu" is live broadcasting, wonderful things are waiting for you.

This result is the last one on this page, Yao Shuyu looked at the bottom of the interface, the fourth page.

It is not easy to intersperse a useful message among many advertisements.

Yao Shuyu came in by a strange coincidence:

"I didn't expect that I would have a day to watch people eat and broadcast to satisfy my cravings..."

The bullet screen is full of 233, happily swiping:

【Who has ever lost weight in the sky】

【Learn more about Cloud Food】

[Where is this eating and broadcasting, people clearly teach cooking]

【Husband, the Chinese Xiaodangjia you ordered has been delivered, please sign for it】

The loading symbol on the page rotated for less than half a second, and a playback interface came out. The current classification is the DIY channel of the living area and food area.

The anchor account is a level 3 small transparent account with a popularity of "no popularity", a ranking of "no ranking", and a score of "almost no points".

Popularity value: 6.

It means that there are currently six people online in the live broadcast room.

Yao Shuyu thought to himself: No wonder Bobo, a big live broadcast platform, is still on the fourth page.

Looking at the things on his table, the egg is still a whole egg, and the rice is still a white bowl of rice, probably not long after it was broadcast.

The picture is not turbulent, but it is unexpectedly clear. It should not be someone else holding the device to help take the picture, but it was fixed in a certain place, just enough to record all the range of activities of the anchor.

In the field of vision, apart from eggs and rice, a few green onions on the cutting board, and two small bowls that don't know what they contain, there is nothing else.

The anchor didn't speak, only some noisy voices came from the earphones.

Yao Shuyu felt that there was nothing special, and was about to order a fork until...

A pair of white hands appeared in the shooting screen.

"Tsk," he stared at the screen and raised his eyebrows, quite surprised, "This hand is so beautiful, it doesn't look like a hand that can cook fried rice with eggs."

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah contract my husband to raise his eyebrows】

[Can you show us your hand? 】

【Your hands don't seem to be able to make fried rice with eggs】

And Yao Shuyu's hand quickly moved the mouse away from the red cross, and then adjusted the video to play in a small window mode.The gaudy live broadcast room disappeared instantly as the web page was hidden, leaving only a pair of hands in the field of vision.

He justly said:

"But I decided to watch it."

"No reason, don't you know and ask me? To see the hand."

"The reason why there are only single-digit viewers in his live broadcast room is because thousands of other water friends have never seen or know that he cooks with such hands."

Yao Shuyu clicked his tongue and shook his head: "It must belong to a boy."

【Hahahahahaha your manual control Mr. Yao is online】

[Fuck but this hand is really pretty]

【Is this white really a boy】

【Maybe it's a girl, woo woo woo】

【No, Mr. Yao, I'm going to abandon you to see the hand】

[Mr. Yao’s daily life: The 666th time I tried to bend myself, I was close to success]

[Hahahaha no, what's going on, why are we watching other people's live broadcast in Mr. Yao's live broadcast room]

[This little transparent anchor, you have a piece of enthusiasm sent by Mr. Yao, please sign for it]

"No," Yao Shuyu was sure, "White is a bit white, but it must be a man."

The little anchor just went to get a big bowl, made of transparent material, and put it on the cutting board.

His hands are very white, and blue blood vessels can be seen winding under the skin under high-resolution images. His fingers are very long, with distinct bones belonging to boys, but they are smooth and beautiful, and his nails are neatly trimmed and round.

Although many people have refuted the rumors, Yao Shuyu still wants to say:

Look, there are cute little crescents on his nails, what a healthy baby.

This healthy baby finally proved to the audience that his mouth is still useful and does not need to be donated to those in need:

"Well, hello to the five friends in the live broadcast room, thank you for watching me cook. I, I will start now."

There were six water friends just now, but now there are only five left.

Yao·1/5 Shuiyou·Suyu swallowed his saliva upon hearing the sound.

[Fuck, this clear boyish voice]

[Boss Yao froze on the spot]

[My husband is demented, what should I do? Save him, he is just a child]

[I, Mr. Yao, exploded another voice-activated attribute? 】

【This duck voice is not worthy of love】

"Cough, don't make noise." Yao Shuyu glanced at the barrage assistant, then glanced disdainfully at the camera, "Concentrate on listening to the tutor's teaching how to make fried rice with eggs."

【? ? ? ? ? 】

[No, what's hindering you from our typing? 】

[Sisters, let's move to the live broadcast room of this little anchor]

【Abandoned Husband Squad 1/100】

[Mr. Yao please close the floating window and show me the anchor number, thank you]

Yao Shuyu, who has always been a fan, promises:

"Now you can take a look at my clean and refreshing desktop background. After I finish learning this egg fried rice, I will cut it back and show you his number."

Anyway, he's going to pretend to be inadvertently back out later to take another look, cough.

The little anchor's voice sounded a little nervous:

"I'm also...not a chef, but I like to cook at home and have fun. The methods I show you are, uh, some home-cooked methods that I, I am more accustomed to."

"Well, beat the eggs first, I have an egg beater, but I'm more used to using chopsticks, it's more convenient than, remember to put a little Mao Maoyan."

Click.

[oh this crisp voice]

【Mr. Yao's egg is broken】

【The one in front is sorry you have a problem with punctuation】

【Boss Yao, the egg is broken】

Yao Shuyu short-circuited for a while: "Everyone, please interrupt, what brand of Maomao salt is it?"

【I ha ha ha ha ha ha, Mr. Yao, are you serious?】

【Yao is always a person with the spirit of entertainment】

[Mr. Yao is used to being free and undisciplined. If you don’t stay at home, you don’t know firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea]

[I only know which takeaway is delicious nearby]

The little anchor moved a small portable stove into the camera range, on which was a pan covered with a thin layer of oil.

"Heat the oil. If you are used to eating, it will be more fragrant when you add some lard to the fried rice. Scramble the eggs first. I like to fry them for a few times before serving them, so that they will not be too old when they are fried with the rice later." , Well, tender, tender tastes better, my... personal habit, you can adjust it yourself."

【Boss Yao, did you hear that】

[The little anchor said that it is tender and delicious, you are hopeless]

【Sad old dog】

"Use this oil to sauté the chopped scallion until fragrant, and then I prepared some diced bacon, cooked, cooked, you can also add peas or corn."

【Hahahaha he eats diced meat and we eat corn】

[Don't say I'm the first one to dissatisfy Mr. Sausage]

"Heat it up, don't take it out, pour in the leftovers, leftovers, leftovers are more delicious, fry until the rice grains are separated, then add the eggs just now, and fry together."

[wow particles are distinct]

[Yao Zongyun agreed after tasting it]

"Finally, it's also my habit. Put a little soy sauce, light soy sauce, and then turn off the fire."

[? ?Um?This magical small spoonful of soy sauce]

【Is it my illusion? It feels different in an instant】

【Ah, mom, is this magic?】

【Mr. Yao, have you learned yet】

[Wait, Yao was always taking notes seriously just now 23333]

Yao Shuyu threw the pen back into the pen holder, picked up a piece of paper with unknown information printed on the back, and gave a very satisfied hum.

He confidently looked at the flow chart of synchronizing the short book he just followed the tutorial, and announced:

"What's so difficult about it, I've learned it."

Not only that, but he also sent a notice to fans in a once-in-a-century:

"Tomorrow's dinner time, sexy boss Yao, fried rice online, see you soon."

[What, what, what is my husband going to broadcast? ? 】

[Aww thanks to Bobo little anchor Angel]

[Sexy Mr. Yao, slapped in the face online, see you soon]

[Quickly give the anchor number]

[What about the agreed anchor number? We are going to the live broadcast room to thank you face to face. Don’t stop anyone.]

"It's probably like this after it's served. My dinner, haha... Then, let's end the broadcast today? Thank you. I'll come early tomorrow, bye."

The aroma of the bowl of egg fried rice in the little anchor's hand had already blown Yao Shuyu's face through the screen.

He downloaded it, and Yao Shuyu was also very rascally preparing to slip away:

"Hey, my takeaway has arrived. I slipped away today and bought eggs tomorrow."

Amidst the fans' angry calls for the anchor account, Yao Shuyu shamelessly pretended not to see it, leaned in front of the camera, rewarded everyone with an enlarged version of the full-power smile, and deliberately whispered:

"See you tomorrow."

Then he slipped away amidst the screen full of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhh my husband just asked me out".

After closing the small window and returning to the interface of the live broadcast room, the little anchor has indeed gone offline.

Yao Shuyu only hesitated for three seconds before registering a trumpet on the Bobo platform, named "Old Yao", and then focused on this little transparent called "Shangjiu".

The author has something to say: Statement:

1F Station Prototype Station B, except for this (including activities in the station and major UP hosts, etc.) all!pure!belongs to!Du!Write!

2 Bobo live broadcast platform has no prototype, (various channels, systems, anchors, events, etc.) pure!belongs to!Du!Write!

3 Some of the data involved in this article are pure for coolness (number of fans, playback volume and personal property)!belongs to!Du!Write!

Well, those who are destined, please read the article happily.

I may be with you for a while again! !

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