Laid-off and re-employment

Although the crabs in the steamer were charred due to the stove fire, there were still four in the box that survived. Zhang Bieyu was glad that Yan Zhuoying hadn't been cruel enough to let them all be wiped out neatly.

Yan Zhuoying was a little embarrassed and said, "Actually, it's because this steamer is too small, and it won't fit if it's all steamed."

Zhang Bieyu: ...

Zhang Bieyu: "Then I thank you on behalf of the crab."

He asked Yan Zhuoying to take the unused pot and the scorched crab outside for a burial, and he took a rag and cleaning spray to clean up the stove, and opened the windows to dissipate the burnt smell.

But when he opened the window and lowered his head, he found that there were still two bags of vegetables in the kitchen. He squatted down and took out the receipt inside and found that he had just bought it.

When Yan Zhuoying came back after throwing away the things, Zhang Bieyu got up and asked, "Why do you buy so many vegetables? Are you going to cook for yourself?"

"Well, Sister Tao will let me broadcast live for an hour later. I think it's too boring to just chat, so I want to chat with them while eating, so that I can get closer." Yan Zhuoying scratched her hair while talking, "But cooking It's so difficult."

Zhang Bieyu looked at him: "What's the problem, you just follow the recipe."

"I made it according to the recipe, but it just became like this." Yan Zhuoying plausibly said, "The recipe is the same as the teacher's lecture when studying, and the same content as the teacher. Some people get good grades and some people don't. Okay. So the recipe is the same, isn’t it normal that some people do it well and others don’t?”

Zhang Bieyu choked, thinking that there was some reason, but then he realized that he was wrong, and was almost taken away by this kid.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Zhuoying got closer, called his name and asked tentatively, "Has your family been here for the Mid-Autumn Festival? What are your arrangements for today?"

Looking at the current situation, it is impossible to cook by yourself. If it is too late to invite someone over now, I can’t live broadcast the fans to let them see that I am eating charcoal. Now there is only one solution...

Zhang Bieyu saw him through at a glance, raised his eyebrows and asked, "My parents are out on a trip, and I don't have any plans. Do you want me to cook for you?"

Yan Zhuoying smiled softly, and activated the killing skill: "You are indeed my good friend."

"So you asked your good friend Mid-Autumn Festival to cook for you?" Zhang Bieyu activated his skills and was unmoved, successfully dodging.

"Anyway, you are alone during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it happens that we cook together and eat together." Yan Zhuoying suggested, "I have lost a lot of weight recently, so I can go to a small supper at night and eat something light."

Zhang Bieyu was amused: "Do you dare to say this to your fitness trainer?"

Yan Zhuoying remembered the face of the fitness coach who grew up eating bitter melon, and his expression immediately became serious: "There is a saying that is good, you will have the strength to lose weight when you are full."

"Then I'll stay here for dinner, what will you do with the live broadcast later?" Zhang Bieyu looked at him, "You don't want to say that I'm your confinement wife, do you?"

Yan Zhuoying choked, and beautified the statement: "What confinement wife, it should be said to be an off-site cooking instructor."

Zhang Bieyu sneered, but Yan Zhuoying was not angry, just kept looking at him with a pleading smile on his face, and said to help.

Prettiness commits murder, prettiness commits murder, right?

The two looked at each other like this for 2 minutes, Zhang Bieyu couldn't bear it any longer, he turned his head and broke the sight of the two of them looking at each other, his face was a little red, and he couldn't help coughing, thinking that being good-looking does have an advantage.

"Don't take pictures of my face." Zhang Bieyu finally compromised. He rolled up his sleeves, squatted on the ground and pulled two bags full of vegetables and asked, "I bought so many vegetables, tell me what you want to eat?"

In Yan Zhuoying's mind, Zhang Bieyu seemed to be somewhat related to Doraemon, so he made a big deal when he came up: "I bought dried abalone, sea cucumber and fish maw. I want to eat Buddha Jumping Over the Wall."

With his back turned to him, Zhang Bieyu paused, threw away the food in his hands, got up and left, and said angrily: "Quit, you let me be a Buddha jumping over the wall for an hour, why don't you let me jump over the wall."

"Just kidding." Yan Zhuoying hastily stretched out his hand to pull him back, "Home-cooked food, home-cooked food is fine."

In the end, the two of them took a look at the dishes they bought. Based on home-cooked dishes, they followed the path of seeking truth from facts based on their culinary skills. In the end, they unanimously decided to prepare four dishes and one soup, one crab, one sweet and sour pork ribs and one chili stir-fry. The meat is a fried lettuce tip, and there is an ancestral tomato and egg soup.

"It's perfect, but we are facing a problem now." Zhang Bieyu looked at him.

Seeing his serious expression, Yan Zhuoying thought there was some serious problem, and quickly asked, "What's the problem?"

Zhang Bieyu: "There is no steamer, you go to the door or I go to the door to buy a steamer."

In order to make it easier for Zhang Bieyu to prepare the ingredients, Yan Zhuoying volunteered, and rushed downstairs wearing a hat, mask, and glasses, and learned the lesson of the steamer being too small, so he bought a big steamer and brought it up.

Zhang Bieyu looked at the big steamer and made a spicy comment: "Let's not talk about the eighteen generations of ancestors, there is no problem with your steamer steaming the three generations of this crab."

The two tidied up in the kitchen for a while, Yan Zhuoying learned not to talk while watching Zhang Bieyu chopping vegetables, and even moved a little horse to be the little garlic picker for a while.

The materials were almost prepared, but Zhang Bieyu asked Yan Zhuoying to put on an apron to cook the dishes by himself, pointing out from the side, telling him which one to cook first and when to put it.

There is a real tutor to guide, this time there is no sticky pot, when the crab comes out, it is also red instead of black, two people are sitting in front of the dining table, Yan Zhuoying is answering the phone call from sister Tao.

When she learned that Zhang Bieyu was still beside her, Sister Tao raised her brows and subconsciously wanted to say something, but she paused for a moment and didn't say anything, she just asked Yan Zhuoying to pay attention during the live broadcast.

"The live broadcast will start in 5 minutes." Zhang Bieyu reminded: "Are you ready? Do you want to put on some makeup?"

"Yesterday I secretly tried it with the trumpet, and the current live filter is too powerful. It's not better to change the head than to change the head. I took a screenshot and sent it to my mother. My mother asked me if I had plastic surgery." Yan Zhuo Ying waved his hand: "Just turn on the filter a little bit."

Zhang Bieyu nodded, feeling that something was wrong: "Why don't I take the plate to your study to eat, and I'll come out after you finish the live broadcast."

"There's no need to hide like this. It would be bad if they found someone else in the room. It's better to be more generous, and it's okay to have a Mid-Autumn Festival dinner with friends." Yan Zhuoying said that Zhang Bieyu should not worry, let alone be afraid of being detained Put on the hat of illegitimate fans.

Having said that, the two of them were actually a little nervous. Yan Zhuoying was very worried about what might happen if he was not familiar with the business.

As a result, as soon as the time came and he turned on the live broadcast, a large number of fans flooded into the live broadcast room, the screen froze and the connection was disconnected, and he didn't reconnect for 5 minutes. Yan Zhuoying clicked his tongue, feeling nervous and lonely.

After another 5 minutes, Yan Zhuoying saw that he still couldn't connect, so he propped up his phone with a stand and gnawed on a spare rib. As a result, the moment he lowered his head, the live broadcast room suddenly connected. When he looked up, there was already It is a full screen barrage.

Brother, baby, dear Yan Yanying, the special effects of colorful gifts dazzle anyone's eyes.

Yan Zhuoying: ...

Somewhat unlucky today.

Switching to the idol pose in a second, Yan Zhuoying took out a piece of paper and gracefully wiped the sauce off his mouth, turned off most of the special effects of gifts, and waved his hand at the camera to say hello: "Finally connected, can you hear me? ?”

Another burst of bullet screens passed by, Yan Zhuoying nodded, maintaining his usual gentleness and said: "It's good that you can see it, first here I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, don't swipe the gifts, everyone save the money to buy by yourself thing."

The bullet screen was bursting again. Long time no see brother. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival was swiped. Yan Zhuoying smiled and picked a few questions to answer the interaction, and ate a few crab legs in front of them.

"Yes, I'm eating." Yan Zhuoying took off his phone, pointed the camera at the table, let everyone see the dishes on the table clearly, then looked at the excited fans on the barrage, smiled and said calmly: "Yes There is another person, a man, who is my friend, and he happened to eat together with me alone."

Hearing Yan Zhuoying mentioning himself, Zhang Bieyu's expression became serious, his eyes sharpened like a knife, reminding him not to mention himself too much and beware of all kinds of trending searches.

"Dish? The two of us cook together. Taste? I think it's okay." Yan Zhuoying picked up a crab and shook it in front of the camera, but a leg broke and fell on his clothes.

Zhang Bieyu quickly gave him some paper and told him to wipe it off, but he didn't want to make a sound, so he just gestured in the air with his hands.

Yan Zhuoying took the paper and wiped it, and thanked Zhang Bieyu.Then continue to interact with the fans on the bullet screen, asking them what they had for dinner tonight, and some fans asked who their friends were eating with. Sharp and sensitive questions answered.

Talking about the recent arrangements, Yan Zhuoying thought for a while and said that he was practicing dance recently and took a photo for the cover of a magazine: "Yes, it will be the cover of Harper's Harper's next month. It happens to be my birthday. Let's make the announcement crowded and lively."

After chatting for a few words, someone suddenly asked why his brother and friend hadn't spoken in the bullet screen. Yan Zhuoying looked up at Zhang Bieyu, and found that he was also watching her live broadcast, but it was playing on mute.

Seeing himself looking over, Zhang Bieyu quickly started to sign language again, it can be said that he has mastered the sign language of gratitude learned in elementary school.

Seeing him dancing like a gorilla beating a dog, Yan Zhuoying could only smile helplessly and said, "No, he is signing for me."

As he spoke, he turned the camera around and looked down at Zhang Bieyu's neck, only his hands, clothes, and the pile of rice bowls piled up in front of him were photographed.

The barrage stopped suddenly. The fans didn't expect that it was really signing in sign language, and it seemed to be playing decently.

Yan Zhuoying quickly turned the camera back to himself, smiling and was about to change the subject, but many fans started to ask:

[Brother Yan, is your friend deaf and dumb? 】

Yan Zhuoying: ...

Zhang Bieyu, who saw the barrage, also stopped, fell into silence, and began to reflect on whether he was a little more versatile.Yan Zhuoying looked at the barrage and explained: "No, he just doesn't want to talk."

He looked at Zhang Bieyu: "Why don't you say something."

The two looked at each other, Zhang Bieyu finally nodded, and after Yan Zhuoying turned the camera around, he waved his hand and said simply: "Hi everyone, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

At this time, a sharp-eyed person suddenly noticed that the clothes on the sign language brother in front of him looked familiar. After a while, screenshots flew in the fan group, and suddenly someone sent a Weibo link.

Soon Yan Zhuoying's live broadcast room began to have bullet screens asking:

[Brother Yan, is your friend the one who ate with lhy last time? 】