If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

In the winter of the third year of high school, heavy snow covered the whole city, and a series of car accidents happened on the bus that my parents were riding on, and no one survived in the car.

When I received the news, I was still preparing for the first simulated college entrance examination, so I gave up the exam and wandered aimlessly on the snowy streets.

Warm tears rolled down the cold cheeks, it was really difficult at that time, and I once thought that it would be like this.

There are not many people on the street, only mobile stalls with strings of small hot pots casting long shadows under the dim street lights.

At the stall, there was only one uncle sitting there eating hot pot and smoking, his fingers were red and purple from the cold.

I haven't had a drop of water for two days, but the pain has already made me lose all physical sensations, and I can't even feel the biting cold.

All of a sudden, a faint scent came from the numb nasal cavity, and a pair of worn-out shoes suddenly appeared on the thick snow in front of him.

Song Ningyi slowly raised her head, a bowl of steaming synthetic mutton was held by a big rough hand.

Looking slowly, it was the uncle's face that had experienced many vicissitudes.

"Eat, warm your body." The uncle spoke calmly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Song Ningyi shook her head.

The uncle simply sat on the steps with him, took out the cigarette butt in his mouth, flicked it casually, and the tiny sparks drew a perfect arc in midair and fell into the snow layer.

Looking at the school uniform on Song Ningyi, the uncle smiled: "Why, did you run out after arguing with your parents?"

The word "Parents" is like a knife to Song Ningyi now, piercing hard into his heart.

Tears fell silently.

"Mom and Dad, passed away, and there will be no parents anymore..." The last word seemed to be trembling.

The uncle laughed and took out his cigarette case: "I haven't seen my parents come. I grew up in an orphanage when I was a child. It is said that my parents didn't want me and threw me into the cesspit. Everyone called me shit baby." , There are people who urinate on me, I can’t bear it, I ran away, I have done everything from picking up trash, shining shoes, serving dishes, can it be that I can’t live because I don’t have parents.”

Song Ningyi looked at the tip of her shoe, her eyes straightened.

"So no matter what you are missing, grow up well."

In an instant, tears welled up, crying like a child who has lost something he loves.

The mutton that I swallowed with tears after two days of hunger, the various ingredients in the red hot pot, and the rough uncle pulled himself up from the cliff that was on the verge of collapse.

Song Ningyi slowly raised his head, the restlessness in his eyes receded, he looked at the camera, and smiled:

"I remember a fan asking me what my favorite food is."

Song Ningyi stood up, opened the refrigerator, packed a pot of ingredients and returned to the camera.

All kinds of ingredients in the electric hot pot are neatly stacked into a circle, green spinach, bright red synthetic mutton, small pieces of Baixue tofu sandwiched with chopsticks, finished ham slices, and round shiitake mushrooms, all of which surround the large marine swimming crab in the middle.

"My favorite is hot pot. It may be better than it in terms of taste, but liking a food is not just about its taste. The meaning of growth it taught me is more important than the taste of the food itself. .”

The red oil melts in the boiling water, and the bright red peppers rise and fall in the soup base.

The counter at the bottom of the screen showed: Song Ningyi's votes increased by 1228.

A slice of ham mixed with meat tendons is sandwiched between the delicate bamboo chopsticks. It is scalded in a red oil pan for a few seconds, and then thrown into the sesame sauce dipping plate. Especially when the university was flying outside the window, the slightly scalded ham warmed the cold blood, and the whole body became warmer——

[Hell's Angel Wang Baoqiang]: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please give me a taste!"

[Cerebellar Ax obediently]: "What's going on, why is my saliva secreting automatically."

"The making of hot pot is very simple. You only need to prepare ready-made ingredients and base materials, and wait for the water to boil and then scald it to eat."

Song Ningyi beat a sterilized egg into the soup, and the egg white wrapped in the hot soup gradually turned white like Hetian jade.

After 1 minute, remove the eggs.

The chopsticks gently pressed the poached egg, the surface of the soft and extremely elastic poached egg shook "duang", the tip of the chopsticks was inserted in, and the slightly sweet egg liquid slowly flowed out along the small hole——

[Chu Qiao's girlfriend fan]: "I can't do it, I really can't do it, I must taste this egg today, Yiyi, where do you live please let me go there please T_T"

Put on disposable gloves, take out the swimming crab, and use chopsticks to pry off the crab cover. Unlike the thick and hard crab paste of the hairy crab, the crab paste of the sea crab is relatively moist, and the taste is also fresh. It is not very fragrant, and the texture is a bit like runny. Oily salted duck egg yolk.

Break open the crab legs, knock off the hard shell, the white tender and firm leg meat is hidden in the warm half of the leg shell, and forcefully pull them out and send them to the mouth, the unique sweetness of sea crab spreads instantly.

The joy of hot pot is that it can make people forget all their troubles.

Even when facing the camera, even though more than 20 people were all paying attention to her, Song Ningyi couldn't help holding her cheeks, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, her little face was flushed with the warmth of the hot pot, Even the eyelashes are covered with a layer of moist water droplets by the hot air.

"It's so delicious." It's so delicious that I forget all adjectives.

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Yiyi woo woo woo, I've decided to give up on Chu Qiao, and I'll just be your cutie from today on."

[The Root of All Evil]: "Let's not talk about the taste, the anchor is so fucking cute."

The root of all evil threw out a space station.

The red bar representing Song Ningyi's votes stretched at a speed visible to the naked eye, so it seemed that it was not much different from Jiang Yanjin.

While Song Ningyi was immersed in the beauty of the hot pot, there was a light knock on the door.

"Sorry, I'm going to open the door."

The barrage instantly boiled over: "It's so disgusting, which shameless person went over to eat!"

Song Ningyi opened the door, no one?

Whose kid is playing a prank, he shook his head, just about to close the door——

With a "baji", someone grabbed the trouser legs violently.

Looking down, a familiar little Douding was lying on the ground weakly, holding on to Song Ningyi's trouser legs with his small hands, his chubby face was pale and sickly.

"Help me..." Xiao Yan Wang spoke slowly, as if breathy, a little inaudible.

Song Ningyi was startled, and quickly picked up the child:

"Why did Xiao Bao smash you like this? What happened?"

Little Hades leaned in his arms, half-closed his eyes, and despair was written in his dull pupils: "Actually, I was diagnosed with a very serious illness by the doctor..."

"That's great, let me try to see if your black hat fits well."

After finishing speaking, a Lushan claw stretched out to the little Yama's black hat with a smirk.

Hades got sick?Song Ningyi didn't quite believe it.

"Don't be busy just now..." Xiao Yan Wang looked weak and his time was approaching, but the hand holding Song Ningyi was as firm as a crab's claw.

"The doctor said that the only thing that can cure my disease is hot pot... Ahem, don't get me wrong, I don't have to snatch food from my mouth, but the doctor said so, and I... can't help it."

The child pretended to be jade-like and held his forehead weakly, with sorrow, resentment, and greed in his eyes.

"Could you rub your hat off when you say this?" Song Ningyi sneered.

Little Hades stopped pretending, rolled down from Song Ningyi's arms, overcame many obstacles like a sprint for a hundred meters, and finally reached the side of the Goddess of Hot Pot.

The barrage boiled again: "Wow! It's the boss! Envy, jealousy, boss, you are using power for personal gain!"

Little Hades didn't care so much, he picked up a piece of ham and stuffed it into his mouth——

"Wow wow wow——hot!" The child covered his mouth and cried, rolling on the ground, twisting his fat waist like a big meat worm.

Barrage: -_-||

Song Ningyi took out the ice tray from the refrigerator in three steps and two steps, and rubbed two pieces of ice on the child's lips that had been scalded into sausages.

"Since you have already received the punishment you deserve, then I won't say anything."

Although Xiao Yan Wang often said that he had lived for hundreds of years and was originally a handsome boy from the underworld, but this appearance of crying with snot and tears and not daring to shut his mouth, no matter how you look at it, he is a preschool child.

"You dare to put it in your mouth at a high temperature of more than 100 degrees, you are really not afraid of death."

The bullet screen was instantly dead silent.

The occurrence of this scene caused many ghosts to immediately exit the live broadcast room.

[LOVE Bing~Tears]: "==That's all, it's gone, it turns out that enjoying the delicious food has to pay such a painful price."

[There are a hundred million points of unhappiness]: "Oh my god, my mouth is burnt like that, it's scary."

The votes that had been rising steadily came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Jiang Yanjin on the opposite side has already begun to taste his unique chicken, and fans have sighed:

"Cooking isn't that difficult, or we Qingqiu is too good, wow, instant gourmet, I love it!"

As soon as this barrage came out, nearly one-fifth of the audience in Song Ningyi's live broadcast room ran to the next door. They came to see the food anyway. Rather than watching this broken king crying chickens and birds howling there, it would be better to lick Qingqiu The beauty of the prosperous age.

Song Ningyi took a deep breath, pulled the collar of Little Hades, avoided the camera, and asked in a low voice: "You made such a fuss on purpose to make me lose, right?"

Little Hades cried with his mouth swollen, his lips as red as two Harbin sausages: "Although I had this idea before I came here, it was really an accident."

"Listen, I won't admit defeat. Although I don't know the reason, I want to get back my face."

Song Ningyi shook off the little boy and sat back in front of the camera, tilted her head, and smiled purely and cutely:

"Any food is very hot when it comes out of the pan, so you must taste it carefully, and the difference between hot pot and home-cooked meals is that it will always keep high temperature, so at this time, I would like to recommend an artifact~"

"Dangdangdangdang~" Doraemon's Yuanshou appeared in the camera with its BGM.

“On a snowy day, hot pot and cola go together better~”

The audience looked at the dark water, and the subway old man looked at his mobile phone.jpg

【I worked hard last night】: "To tell you the truth, the water in my mop is just this color."

【huihh】: "Ah, this..."

"First, it can relieve spicy food, second, it can relieve hotness, and third, it can relieve greasy."

Barrage: "Is it really so silky?"

Little Hades was crying and wiping away his tears, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his small hands, with an aggrieved expression on his face: "Can I let His Highness taste it?"

"Your mouth is like that, so don't."

When Little Hades heard it, it seemed as if something in his body made a broken sound.

With a "kuang", the little Hades fell to the ground in an instant, lying on the ground with his mouth open, hissing like ghosts crying and wolves howling:

"No, no, I want to drink! Give me a drink, give me a drink!"

His limbs fluttered around, and he rubbed and circled on the ground at a high speed of [-] degrees: "I want to drink, I want to drink, I want to drink!"

"Yo, help me wipe the floor? Thank you, and I'll wipe the bathroom too?" Song Ningyi didn't like him.

The little Hades stood up angrily, and stared at Song Ningyi with big eyes, with an expression on his face, as if stars were radiating from his eyes.

Song Ningyi is a donkey who eats soft but not hard, and couldn't bear the star-eyed offensive of Little Hades, so he quickly took the Coke and twisted it: "Okay, okay, I'll give you a drink."

The child first sniffed it tentatively, then looked at the white foam on the surface of the Coke, and blinked his big eyes curiously.

Then take a sip!

"Cough cough! Cough cough!" Don't talk about cola, even plain water can be choked on.

Little Yama's face was flushed red, and he covered his throat with his hands as if he had been poisoned.

Song Ningyi: Please don't hurt me.

After finally taking a breath, the little Hades recollected it carefully.

"Again, take another sip." He picked up the Coke, but this time he learned his lesson and drank it lightly.

"Giao~! Cool~!"

It was just a Coke, which made him feel like Erguotou.

"Come, come, let'party!" Xiao Yan Wang picked up his chopsticks and went straight to the hot pot.

System prompt: The anchor "One World Qingqiu" has entered the live broadcast room, welcome to Sahua~

As soon as Song Ningyi picked up a piece of tofu, she realized...

Jiang Yanjin is here!Come with his huge fan base!

In an instant, the number of ghosts watched online skyrocketed from 32.

30 - 40 - 50 - 89 -

【Xue'er obediently】: "Wuuuuuu, I can't bear to watch it from the other side. The precious vote is for you. Qingqiu, don't blame me."

[Yan Mian]: "I've only eaten Kang Shuaifu's instant noodles, but when I saw this hot pot, I was so hungry that my mouth was watering."

The original number of votes: Song Ningyi VS Jiang Yanjin got 15 votes: 19.

Although they all start with the word 1, there is still a huge difference.

At this time, there were only 5 minutes left before the end of the PK.

To get 5 votes within [-] minutes is basically a fantasy, and the number of votes on the other side is also increasing slowly. Maybe it is a bottleneck period, or maybe the other side feels that the overall situation is settled, so it is better to save the tickets to exchange for gifts.

System prompt: There is only 1 minute left in the PK, please vote for your favorite anchor!

The big screen started counting down, and as the numbers kept getting smaller, Song Ningyi went uncharacteristically and suddenly laughed out loud.

When counting down tens of seconds, Song Ningyi's vote count suddenly increased rapidly visible to the naked eye. The speed was terrifying. In just ten seconds, the number of votes increased by more than 8, and Jiang Yanjin was stepped on the soles of his feet in an instant.

System prompt: Song Ningyi PK I Qingqiu, the final number of votes is——

Song Ningyi: 23

First Qingqiu: 21

The words WINER continued to expand on the screen, and with a "bang", a gorgeous firework exploded.

[Fuck you]: "Damn it! Song Ningyi, you're paying for the ticket, right?"

[McDull's Candy]: "Smash your dog's head off, report it and let's go, sisters."

Where did Jiang Yanjin's fans get this kind of anger? Whenever a wild little anchor can step on their heads, it's normal for her Qingqiu to win, and if they lose, it must be the opponent's vote!Shady!

[Yiyi's girlfriend fan]: "I'm really irritable, fuck your 24K pure SB, report it as you like."

[Eating your mother]: "Please get rid of cerebral palsy quickly, I beg you, just now we called people in a large group, Yiyi kept a low profile and didn't say anything about this PK, many people didn't know about it at first, okay?"

Song Ningyi smiled: "Okay, everyone, stop arguing, I will help you release the ID of the live broadcast room, so that you can report it."

In fact, to put it bluntly, Song Ningyi expected that they would take it lightly. Seeing that Song Ningyi's votes were hard to catch up with Yishi Qingqiu, he would use this mentality to fight against the generals, so he notified in advance in the group to wait until the last ten seconds. to vote.

To say that this kind of behavior is shameless, but it is true that it did not swipe votes and did not incite passers-by. Fans voted reasonably, and there are cleverness, but this is also a real vote without any falsehood.

The noise soon attracted the patrol.

The system prompts a pop-up barrage——

[Guan Guan 007]: "About this voting, the backstage will strictly review every voting ID. If the host is found to be suspected of using ticket-swiping software, then Sanzhi Live will never tolerate it easily, and the room will be closed forever."

Little Hades drank a whole pot of hot pot soup, wiped his shiny mouth:

"As your manager, I am very happy to see you win the PK, but you are in a big trouble."

"Isn't it just that they suspect that the ticket is swiped, and they can check it casually, and they are not afraid of innocence."

Little Hades shook his head, and sighed old-fashionedly: "I'm not talking about this, but the fact that you won Jiang Yanjin—"