Yin Yang ferry

[Brother Feng, why don't you play games anymore? 】

[What's going on, I entered the wrong live broadcast room? 】

[Aren't you still in the third row?I'm still waiting to join the team! 】

Those who rushed in excitedly to watch Fengfeng play games saw that the goods were not right, and asked questions one after another, but Guanghan turned his back to the camera and continued to chop vegetables unmoved.

Those who just wanted to watch the game left quickly, and the remaining three or two viewers who were bored and didn't know whether they were working to catch fish or staying at home during the holidays hadn't left yet.

Guanghan chops vegetables by himself and does his own thing.

The sound of cutting vegetables was very regular, and He Shu almost fell asleep when he heard it.

Fengfeng whispered to He Shu: "He can't do this, why don't we really start a live broadcast in the underworld!"

He Shu yawned: "No 998, no 888, just 98, I will take you on a day trip between Yin and Yang?"

The more Fengfeng watched, the more anxious she became, she flapped her wings anxiously, her feathers rustled down, and soon one by one was scattered on the dark-colored sofa. Seeing that the sleepy bug flew away immediately, her blood pressure was almost low cured.

"Stop fanning, stop fanning!"

He Shu rushed forward and hugged the bird in his arms.

"Give him some time, he's just shy!"

Fengfeng hates iron for being weak: "When will he earn the money to buy jade for me like this!"

He Shu couldn't laugh or cry, and almost forgot that this is a prodigal bird that only eats jade.

"Anyway, those audiences of yours came in because of the game. Now it's time to screen them. Those who stay are those who like to watch him cook."

"Guanghan, turn around and look at the camera, turn around! Don't let the audience see your face, how could they stay!" Fengfeng crazily whispered beside her.

Guanghan remained unmoved and continued to cut vegetables.

He Shu: ...It's true that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry to die.

After 10 minutes, Guanghan finally turned to face the camera.

But he didn't bother to look at the camera either, he was still heating up the oil with his head down.

But the audience with two or three kittens finally noticed the bright spot.

[The profile of the anchor seems to be pretty good]

Fengfeng quickly lifted her spirits and stared at the background of the screen without moving, her seriousness was comparable to that of a student the day before the college entrance examination.

But that's about it.

After all, there were few people in the live broadcast room, and there was a large silence after the barrage. Occasionally, passers-by came and went, but they didn't stay for long.

This is a phenomenon that is in line with the ecology of the live broadcast room. After all, the competition in the anchor industry is so fierce now, and there are not many people who rely on their appearance to make a living. Fengfeng wants Guanghan to be empty-handed as soon as he appears on the stage. It must be the reincarnation of RMB.

He Shu didn't have unrealistic fantasies like Fengfeng's. On the contrary, he felt that if Guanghan could accumulate dozens of regular audiences within a month, it would be considered pretty good.

On the contrary, it was the relationship between Guanghan and Fengfeng that made him a little curious.

Between them, it's not like a master and a pet.

Sometimes Fengfeng seems to be too unscrupulous, and in front of Guanghan, she will always hold back her teeth and claws, especially when Guanghan's aura is intimidating, she is even more timid than He Shu, immediately holds her breath and keeps silent, trying her best to reduce presence.

Of course, such situations are rare. Guanghan basically does housework and watches TV at home on weekdays.

But He Shu always felt that Fengfeng had a subtle guilty conscience when facing Guanghan.

Just like now, don't look at Fengfeng's endless chatter, just like an old man who hopes his son will become a dragon, as long as Guanghan gives a meaningful look, Fengfeng will immediately die down, and the relationship between father and son will be reversed.

They hold many secrets.

These secrets are like cocoons, and a single silk can be pulled out to form a complete story.

"Help find a way!"

Fengfeng was very dissatisfied that the whole family was only worried about it, and struggled hard in He Shu's arms, pulling out the bird's beak and pecking at his hair.

He Shu came back to his senses, and said helplessly: "You are manic, you need to be cured...Huh?"

The number of people in the live broadcast room increased significantly when he was distracted, from the original three or four to more than a dozen. There were a few old viewers who hadn't left just now, and there were several more barrages.

Some say that Guanghan cooks like art, some say that Guanghan has good fingers, and some say that the host is very handsome.

Someone actually gave a reward of 100 yuan.

On the first day of the live broadcast, and not long after, there was a reward, which has surpassed most anchors.

In the camera, Guanghan seemed to be carving something, He Shu felt that staring at the phone was a bit strenuous, so he looked up.

Fuck, what did he see?

Carved radish?

No, this is not a simple carving.

Guanghan took half of a white radish and carved out a white jade plum blossom tree.

The texture of the trunk, the branches, leaves and flower buds are delicate and distinct.

Although it was still a semi-finished product, it was enough to make He Shu dumbfounded.

He just stared blankly, forgetting the time, until Guanghan finished carving a whole tree, put it on a plate, and then started to take out the other half of radish, and started to carve a bowl.

"Where did he learn this craft?" He Shu murmured.

Fengfeng's brain circuit is obviously different from that of normal humans, but it doesn't take it seriously.

"I can't eat it for so long, and I haven't cooked it. I don't like raw radishes!"

He Shu ignored him and concentrated on seeing Guanghan.

The latter has already carved a white jade bowl out of the half of the radish, and there is actually a picture of Suihan's three friends on the outside.

This can no longer be described as art, is it also learned in that small restaurant?

He Shu thought numbly, and finally remembered to watch the audience's reaction.

The live room has exploded.

The number of viewers has grown from a dozen or so at the beginning to several hundred now.

The barrage keeps popping up.

[Fuck, is the anchor an inheritor of non-heritage? 】

[I haven't heard of the inheritance of radish carving! 】

[If you have this skill, you can't be on CCTV? 】

[Where is this anchor so sacred, does anyone have a popular science? 】

[He is a game anchor, he just broadcast cooking today]

【"Game anchors are best at not playing games"】

[If I hadn't followed from the beginning to the present, I would have thought it was fake]

【Didn't you realize that the anchor is still a handsome guy? 】

[Little brother, do you still need pendants, the kind that can only eat]

【husband! 】

The number of viewers is still increasing, some of them pass by and cannot get out, and more of them are new viewers who have found "treasures" and recruited friends and friends.

Guanghan had no interaction with them. After he carved the bowl, he put the previously cut ingredients into the pot and fried them. He scooped out the steamed rice, made a bowl of fried rice, and put it in the white jade radish bowl. inside.

As for the plum tree, it is an ornament next to the bowl, and the slanted flower branches hang just above the fried rice.

The flowers bloom and fall, just forming the fruit under the tree.

The barrage flashed again.

[What kind of treasure anchor did I find!Decisive attention! 】

[It's so extravagant, it takes an entire afternoon for a bowl of fried rice! 】

Seeing this barrage, He Shucai was shocked to realize that they had been watching the carrots that Guanghan had been carving for more than three hours.

Until now, Guanghan raised his head and faced the camera.

"It's done, today's live broadcast ends here."

Then he reached out and turned off the live broadcast.

He Shu:?

Fengfeng:? ?

He Shu: "That's it?"

Fengfeng: "Aren't you going to tell them something?"

Guanghan: "What did you say?"

Fengfeng: "Thank you for the rewards from the viewers. We'll see you tomorrow or something. It's best to blow another kiss. You just turned off the live broadcast!"

Guanghan: "Oh."

Fengfeng went crazy: "Oh, what do you mean!"

Guanghan: "Next time."

Fengfeng was about to flap her wings again, so He Shu hurriedly held the manic bird down.

"Where did you learn these skills?"

Guanghan: "Online."

He Shu didn't believe it at all: "How can the Internet teach you how to carve plum trees with radishes?"

Guanghan explained: "I saw the plum blossom tree and the white jade bowl from the collections of the museum. The online teaching is to use radish to carve lanterns. I checked and found that the principles are similar, so I practiced it."

Well, the principle is basically the same. He Shu felt that he was numb at first, but he couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this sentence.

"The voices of the two of you are very different. In the future, Fengfeng will not talk about cooking by herself, but just say that the two of you share the same account. You broadcast games, and he broadcasts and cooks. There is no contradiction."

He Shu didn't want to hear any more Versailles-style speeches from him, so he took the lead and concluded, and then took the bowl over.

"Let this expert help you taste the fruits of your labor."

When he scooped it down, at least half of the fried rice in the bowl was gone.

Fengfeng became anxious: "I want to eat too, I want to eat too!"

He Shu had already run away with the bowl in hand.

One person, one bird started a daily chase in the living room.

Guanghan watched silently for a while without interrupting them, and scooped out the remaining rice from the rice cooker, ready to fry another bowl.

Because of this stunning opening, the live broadcast of the cooking session was far better than expected. Even during the day when Fengfeng was broadcasting the game, some people asked when the cooking live broadcast would be.

Guanghan broadcast live for three consecutive days, and the number of viewers is increasing day by day. Although there are not as many rewards as Fengfeng, the audiences on both sides are different. Fengfeng's rewards also include the cost of inviting him to play with him. Edges are purely visual.

Seeing that the re-employment situation was very good, on the fourth day, Guanghan stopped broadcasting.

He is out.

After noon, the time did not come back until dawn in the early morning.

For three days in a row, every day.

He Shu began to feel that something might be wrong.

Guanghan came back on the first day at 38:[-] in the morning.

At that time, He Shu was getting up to go to the bathroom at night. Seeing someone opening the door with a key, he almost thought that a thief had entered, so he picked up his broom and prepared to hit the uninvited guest ruthlessly!

The moment the door opened, the broom fell, but it was firmly held by one hand. It was too late to say it, and then it was too fast. This reaction was unusual for ordinary people. Dear roommate?

The blood in his head dissipated at once, He Shu lost interest, just yawned and asked vaguely, "Are you going out to buy breakfast, or did you just come back all night?"

"Something." Guanghan's explanation was also very brief.

He Shu scratched his head, although he was a roommate and landlord, he didn't seem to care why he came back in the middle of the night.

At 03:30 the next morning, an old customer who had taken He Shu’s car called and said that her daughter’s grandmother in a neighboring city had a sudden illness and she had to take her daughter to the train station. think of him.

He Shu has an impression of this old customer. She is a mother from a single-parent family. She runs a snack bar and has a small savings. She has asked for his car several times before. It's not very safe, He Shu immediately agreed, endured the drowsiness and reluctantly got up from the bed, put on his clothes and prepared to go out, but just as he opened the door, he saw Guanghan standing outside, preparing to open the door with the key.

The two looked at each other, and He Shu blurted out, "Are you going out again so late?"

Guanghan: "There is something wrong."

He Shu prolonged his tone and said meaningfully: "Pay attention to your body."

Guanghan: ...

The conversation between the two ended here, and He Shu was in a hurry to go out to pick him up. When he came back, Guang Han had already gone back to his room to sleep.

He Shu felt more and more wrong.

In the past, Guanghan saw that the live broadcast business was booming, and it was certainly impossible to give up halfway through the 3-minute popularity.

Now the workaholic doesn't even make any money, and spends his time outside all day long, so it's impossible for him to dig a cash mine every day.

What could be the reason?

He couldn't figure it out, and his curiosity gradually grew from a little bit.

As for Fengfeng——

It was lying on the blanket that He Shu had laid for it, kicking its feet and sleeping soundly. If it wasn't for the rising and falling of its belly, it would be like a dead bird.

Strange to say, Fengfeng's sleeping posture is different from that of ordinary birds.

Of course, it never felt like an ordinary bird either.

He Shu reached out and poked its belly.

Soft and warm.

Fengfeng chirped, shook her hair, and opened one eye.

"What do you want to do to my lovely self?"

He Shu: "... I have no such plans or desires at all. Do you know that Guanghan came back in the middle of the night these days?"

Fengfeng: "I know."

He Shu: "What did he do?"

Fengfeng: "You tell me now, so I know."

He Shu: "...you sleep in the living room, don't you know he comes in and out?"

Fengfeng: "I sleep well."

The corner of He Shu's mouth twitched and he stopped communicating unilaterally.