Live broadcast: My leisurely life on the island

After speaking, without waiting for Xiaoru's reaction, Zhang Heng turned around and walked out.

If it weren't for the severe pain in the thigh and crotch, Xiaoru would definitely fight Zhang Heng.

Even if you can't beat it, you will definitely not be immune to this uselessness.

Qi returns to Qi, this body is still your own.

Snake bites still need to be treated.

If it is really infected and inflamed, it will be troublesome.

Good things do not go out, evil things travel thousands of miles.

At that time, maybe the whole live broadcast circle will know that her ass was bitten by a snake.

As for how to get bitten in the ass.

At that time, countless plots will naturally be arranged.

The degree of viciousness is absolutely beyond imagination.

However, the emotions that had just calmed down exploded again the moment he saw the mirror.

"Damn scumbag!"

Xiaoru cursed angrily, took a sharp breath, and then began to grope for the mirror with iodine to disinfect.

Zhang Heng outside the house continued to improve the barbecue pit.

Just when he was about to get up and go back to get the seafood, he suddenly heard someone behind the house.

"Who! Come out to me!"

Zhang Heng scolded loudly.

I don't want to mess around anymore, I dare to listen to the door of my room.

After a while, a weak figure came out from the darkness.

The person who listened to the door was none other than Zhao Linger.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Heng frowned slightly and said.

"me……"

Zhao Ling'er looked embarrassed, and he hesitated without saying anything.

No matter who it is, listen to Lao Tzu's door and have to make it clear.

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Heng said with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Ling'er subconsciously raised her head and glanced at Zhang Heng, but at the moment they looked at each other, she was taken aback by Zhang Heng's sharp gaze.

"Sorry, I was wrong. I apologize to you."

After saying that, Zhao Linger bowed deeply to Zhang Heng, then turned around and ran away.

Zhang Heng was not given any chance to react at all.

Although Zhang Heng wasn't very happy, but for such a trivial matter, he wouldn't mobilize the crowd to catch up.

Just think about it.

Continue to lay out the pit.

After finishing the banana leaves, the next step is the lychee skin.

Lychee skin also inspires a special fragrance when it is burned.

Like banana leaves, it will also add an extraordinary color and fragrance experience to seafood.

They say cooking is useless.

In fact, the person who said this probably didn't even know the order of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

In fact, cooking is also an art.

Just like painting, every ingredient and material is like a structure and a color.

For example, if salt is added, it will have a salty taste.

Saltiness determines the base flavor of the dish.

If it is a big salt, it is basically a northern cuisine, and if it is a light salt, it is basically a southern cuisine.

It's like the frame of a painting.

For ink painting, it should be understated, and every stroke should not be heavy.

If it is an ink painting, the outline at the beginning can be more casual.

After all, the coloring behind will definitely cover up, so there is no need to be too harsh.

With the tone, the next step is embellishment.

Make the taste more three-dimensional.

This layer of roasting material is to embellish the seafood.

However, the sweet taste is stronger and the aftertaste is endless.

As long as a man eats well, he doesn't want his wife or home.

After the BBQ pit is done.

Zhang Heng turned on the live broadcast.

As soon as the live broadcast room opened, Zhang Heng froze.

Because he found that there are more than 50 fans in the live broadcast room.

I go……

This is a bit exaggerated.

More than 50 people watched his replay?
"I said brothers, even if you are obsessed with me, it's not like this?"

"I didn't even start the live broadcast, and you five or six million people watched the rebroadcast?"

"But don't be too obsessed with brother."

As soon as Zhang Heng finished speaking, Xiao Ru's voice sounded behind him.

"Look what you can do! You think it's because of you, everyone is celebrating the victory!"

Zhang Heng turned around and looked at Xiaoru, wondering, "What do you mean?"

Xiaoru walked up slowly and handed the phone to Zhang Heng.

"How can there be any quiet years, it is because someone is carrying the weight for you."

Zhang Heng frowned, said nothing, and looked down at the phone.

It doesn't matter if you look at it or not, but you are shocked when you see it.

Zhang Heng never imagined that such a big thing would happen in the few hours when he was not live broadcasting.

His own fans actually started messing with professional black companies.

And it was a big win.

"Scumbag, it's really hard to be your fan. You pretend to say that the Internet is harmonious and you don't have a keyboard. Are you okay now? Shall you face it?"

There is nothing wrong with Xiaoru's words.

It was indeed a bit of a slap in the face.

"Yes, I understand. Hey, I've been careless." Zhang Heng sighed heavily.

When Xiaoru was about to seize the opportunity to 'educate' Zhang Heng, he suddenly stopped talking.

"But there is no other way. After all, stupid people have stupid blessings, and you can't envy them."

"It's okay, don't cry, you will get used to playing with fate in the future."

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoru became depressed instantly.

What was originally an absolute advantage turned into a disadvantage in an instant.

At this moment, she just wants to punch in Wang Yiyun, treat sadness, and prevent depression.

It seems that Zhang Heng is not careless, but she is careless.

Zhang Heng's words immediately aroused fans' echoes.

"After all, he is a scumbag, and his strong words are so different. But I like it."

"The man I like is invincible!"

"Scumbag, you are so thick-skinned. How did you practice? Can you teach me? I will pay for the tuition!"

"..."

Zhang Heng didn't get entangled in this topic, and skipped the next one directly.

"Okay, let's get into today's topic. Late night poisoning series."

As he said that, Zhang Heng cast the camera on the arranged barbecue pit.

Then I will introduce to you his exclusive barbecue pit layout.

"I'll go, scumbag, what kind of poison are you putting in late at night? It's clearly a bomb, okay?"

"Suddenly I feel that the skewers in my hand are not fragrant..."

"Scumbag, in the middle of the night, you are simply not human!"

"..."

Not just fans in the studio.

Xiaoru on the side was also stunned, and didn't know what to say for a while.

She has been alone these years, besides beauty and beauty, she is food.

And at least one-fifth of her annual expenditure is on food.

In terms of food, she has never been convinced by anyone.

But at this moment, she was really convinced.

There is so much knowledge about a barbecue on the charcoal.

At this moment, Xiaoru felt that the barbecue she ate before was really boring.

"Okay, let's have a simple barbecue next. It's still the old rule, I'll eat it and you see. How it tastes depends on the expression!"

As he said that, Zhang Heng brought over the red charcoal fire.

Xiaoru didn't say anything else, and followed suit.

She didn't have any other ideas. If she participated, she would have the courage to get a share of the action.

However, this just put the abalone on the fire.

A grumpy voice sounded.

"Zhang Heng, you bastard! I treat you as my own brother, and you as my stick!"