Song Tan Jishi

   "Tan Tan," Song Sancheng stared at the phone:

   "Are you going to let Qiao Qiao go online...what on the Internet, live streaming? It seems to be quite popular now."

   "The last time your mother used Douyin, she spent 19 yuan to buy a pair of pants. People said that these pants are very good, selling tens of thousands of pairs a day..."

  Song Tan was helpless: "I have this plan, but I didn't plan to sell honey when I came up."

  One thousand yuan a catty, she won't get anything except the ridicule of the crowd.

  Besides, it is very hurtful to bring goods as soon as the live broadcast is hot. She's fine, but Qiao Qiao is a fool, so he didn't intend to let him be scolded by others on the Internet.

  She picked up the two baskets of bamboo shoots she dug up: "Dad, keep busy, I'll go back and turn off the live broadcast first."

  She carried the basket and left, while Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together to watch the live broadcast. Seeing the king eating those broken honeycombs like jelly beans one bite at a time, the two elders became more and more greedy...

   And at this moment, a high-pitched "quack quack quack" came from the live broadcast room!

  The sound came from far to near, and soon a big white goose with a long yellow hat and a long neck came out from behind the king.

  Zhang Yanping shrank his neck subconsciously: "Uncle, why do I feel that Dabai has grown up again?"

  Song Sancheng took a closer look: "It's really big—and fat!"

  I saw the big white and flat goose mouth opened by the boss, his voice became louder and louder, and at this moment he couldn't wait to bow his head to Qiao Qiao's hands, making Qiao Qiao flustered:

   "Dabai, do you want to eat it too? I told you last time that you can't eat any more—well, well, you can only eat a little bit."

  He was obviously quite unprincipled, and now he took out a piece of honeycomb from the basin, and then, one person, one dog and one goose, you took a bite and I took a bite, and the food became even sweeter.

  【Good guy! 】

  Someone in the live broadcast room exclaimed: [Leaving the yellow on the left and Qingcang on the right, eating pure natural honey, this is the life of a fairy. 】

  【Eating and broadcasting for a long time】

  【Obviously watching people eat can no longer stimulate my appetite, I have to watch dogs and geese...】

  【I think, this honey dog ​​and goose are both greedy, so it must be very good. 】

  【Sell it, this honey looks really good, you should link it, anchor】

  【Stop scrolling, the anchor has a mental retardation and can't understand this at all. 】

  【Who knows whether mental retardation is true or not, they didn't say a word】

  【Only I found out that this goose is so big that it cannot be stewed in a pot. 】

  The barrage was messed up, making Zhang Yanping upset and irritable.

   At this time, Song Tanqing's Lingling voice also appeared in the live broadcast room: "Qiao Qiao, go home after work."

  Qiao Qiao responded instantly, and then hurriedly took half of the remaining honeycomb, dog and goose, and then walked down the mountain with a bucket and a basin in his arms.

  【Hey, hey, anchor, you forgot your phone—】

   After a while, everyone only saw a pair of slender snow jade-like hands reaching out, and then, the live broadcast room instantly went dark.

   Got it.

  Old users who have followed the live broadcast last time know that this anchor is always caught off guard!

   But I don't know why, it just has that kind of magic that attracts people to watch it all the time.

   And there are so many things in this family. Before it was a big bee, this time it was a big dog and a big white goose—how can this thing be so good? Have you grown into such a big man after eating?

  Especially the bee last time, ouch, anyone with a round **** can apply for Guinness. The viewers have never seen such a fat person in their life!

  Song Tan is not clear about the upsurge on the Internet. She is only glad that everyone thought Qiao Qiao was wrong about the price of honey, and she didn't plan to link it.

   There was also less scolding of Jojo.

  At this moment, she put the phone back in her pocket, and then asked Jojo:

   "Didn't you steal honey on the mountain?"

  Jojo puffed out his chest, confidently:

"No!"

   What you eat is honeycomb, which has nothing to do with honey.

  Song Tan glanced at him: "Little clever ghost, don't feed Dawang and Dabai so many sweets next time. Dabai will get fatter if he eats too much, and Dawang will have diarrhea if he eats too much."

  Qiaoqiao shrank again in an instant: "I only ate a little bit."

  Song Tan snorted: Is that a little bit?

  The one that was as big as a slap, Qiao Qiao and the king were separated, and later there was another one that was the size of a slap, and the king understood that the three of you were divided.

   "Besides," Qiao Qiao felt aggrieved, "Your Majesty is so big, does he eat too much honey?"

  Song Tan: …

  Little clever ghost, the king has a physique, you don’t feel like eating too much, do you?

  Qiao Qiao still has 100,000 whys: "What about Dabai? Will Dabai cause diarrhea after eating?"

  Song Tan pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "Dabai eats it...it will probably taste better."

  …

at the same time.

  The imperial capital.

   Wanhe Garden.

  The little brother from Fengfeng Express had just left when Lu Chuan closed the door and opened the small box in his arms.

  In the small and scattered entrance garden behind, the dark green velvet-like leaves of the black gold philodendron have been adjusted in direction.

  The light green green primrose below is about to bloom.

  Deep purple gloxinia huddles at the edge of the window, blooming in the center.

   What lingers in the air is the scent of tea leaves, which makes people feel soothed and refreshed—in just one day in the past, Lu Chuan easily changed his preference for many years.

  He gave up Fenghuang Dancong and fell in love with this unknown green tea instead.

  The only worry is that this green tea must not be drunk in the bedroom, nor should it be drunk at night, otherwise the tea fragrance will remain, and you will be tossed and turned overnight—

  The 10,000 words he wrote after staying up all night last night are the achievements of this green tea.

   Now, just after he couldn't resist the temptation to make another cup of green tea, the courier came to his door again.

   This time, he carefully read the address and name on the courier slip, and the hidden number in the middle.

   Song Tan.

  He once again remembered the name by heart.

——

  Is this the honey mentioned earlier?

  The two jars of honey wrapped tightly by the airbag column are not big, and he can hold one jar with one palm.

  However, the shepherd's purse that I ate before, the milk vetch that was kept fresh in the refrigerator, and the tea that was brewed in the cup... all of them are warning Lu Chuan:

  This honey must be the best in the world.

  He slightly lifted the ordinary hexagonal glass jar with a transparent black lid, through the transparent material, he looked at the milky yellow honey that had begun to crystallize inside...

  The light from the windows of the north balcony of the entrance garden is not too strong. But his sideways posture in the light and shadow is like a green bamboo in the forest, tall and tall, with its own rhythm.

   At the raised wrist, the silk pajamas slipped down, pausing at the burn scar on the elbow, but it seemed that the wrist was as cold as jade, with a fragile and thrilling beauty.

  But the slightly protruding radius and the muscle lines of the arm that have not completely disappeared still show his strength.

  After all, it was these hands that supported the ground at the most dangerous time, even though the explosion and flying fire swept across, they still firmly protected Song Tan under his body.