Live Broadcast: Do you call this a waste of life?

Chapter 23 Parents are present, there is still a reason for life
When Ye Nanfeng was drowning, the water friends in front of the screen began to doubt life.

"This is Erha? Are you sure it's not a border shepherd wearing Erha?"

"Seeing this erha, I beat up the family dog, it's not even as good as an erha!"

"Come on, come on, whoever says Erha is a stupid dog, try it! I recorded it!"

"It's cold and shivering, when will our Erha stand up!"

"How about Nanfeng let it go to school, don't delay it to go to university."

"Don't tell me, I'm not surprised that the tigers and lions in the circus know how to use skills, but this is the first time I've seen Erha Burning Fire."

"But this style of painting is surprisingly harmonious!"

"You're wrong!"

"Good guy, don't just open the browser while watching the live broadcast!"

Here, Ye Nanfeng has already begun to prepare the auxiliary ingredients. Cut the scallions, ginger slices, peppercorns, and onions into cubes. After thinking about it, he took out a tomato, washed it, cut it into large pieces, and finally cut the radish into large pieces. .

At this time, Ye Nanfeng raised his head and asked, "Do you know why I want to take tomatoes?"

"Hen Duck!"

“Phuket~”

"Why can you make voice calls?"

"I know this! Because tomatoes can increase the aroma and taste, am I right?"

Ye Nanfeng saw that this was the water friend who said that he was a cook before, so it seemed that he really was.

"You're right, that's what tomatoes are for!"

"Silly dog, add fire! I want a big fire!"

Ye Nanfeng yelled, scaring Erha who was a little drowsy from the fire, and hurriedly added fire to it.

The fire was quickly heated up, Ye Nanfeng wiped the pot, poured in sesame oil, sautéed shallots, ginger, peppercorns, onions and other ingredients, then added tomatoes and stir-fried.

The smell of spices really wasn't a cover-up, and the overflowing fragrance crazily drilled into the nostrils, and Ye Nanfeng couldn't hold back his saliva.

But the real torment is Erha, the dog's sense of smell is much more sensitive than that of humans, this scent is undoubtedly a huge temptation for him, and of course it will also be a little uncomfortable.

"Chucky!"

Erha sneezed three times in a row, then shook the dog's head, trying to control himself not to let his saliva flow out, but it seemed to have little effect.

The spices have been fried, and then Ye Nanfeng put the beef in and stir-fried together, put the beef on the oil, added a little soy sauce, rock sugar and stir-fried together, then added some water, covered and boiled.

"Silly dog, medium fire."

Ye Nanfeng yelled at Erha, then turned around and said,
"Slow cooking on medium heat for half an hour is basically enough. Taking advantage of this waiting time, the rice can just be cooked."

Ye Nanfeng clapped his hands, found a rice cooker, and skillfully cleaned and cooked rice. Then he peeled a few potatoes, and prepared to shred them and fry them later.

"Why doesn't Nanfeng cook in a big pot? The rice cooked in a big pot is very delicious! I ate it when I was young."

"That's right! Especially the rice soup with crispy rice. I've never had that taste since I left the village."

"That's right, after leaving the village, even if you eat it, it won't taste that way anymore!"

"Hometown cuisine, hometown cuisine, the taste that you can't taste when you are not in your hometown. Maybe you don't feel much when you eat it at home, but if you really go out, you will know that the taste of home is so good."

"I'm a little homesick as I said, and I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. No, I have to go back and see!"

"Me too, I also want to go back to my hometown to see my grandparents and eat this unforgettable taste of my hometown."

"Ask for leave and go home! Not for anything else, just for this bite!"

Ye Nanfeng's stove has two iron pots. As for why he doesn't use iron pots for cooking, it's because he sees Erha who is still struggling to smoke firewood outside, it's really pitiful, and he can't bear to continue squeezing.
He didn't expect that cooking a meal would make so many people feel homesick.

Ye Nanfeng looked at his empty house, a little lost in thought.

Even though I am at home, I still miss "home".

"It's been a long time since I watched Nanfeng's live broadcast, why didn't I see my uncle and aunt?"

Ye Nanfeng was drawn back to his senses by such a barrage, and said with a bit of bitterness:
"They... died."

"Ah! I'm sorry, Nanfeng, I don't know, I'm really sorry!"

"Damn, you are really a person, which pot is not open and which pot is lifted! Since Nanfeng didn't say anything, did you see if everyone asked? Really stupid!"

"Tie Hanhan! You really have nothing to say, you are really good at exposing people's scars!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone, stop scolding, woo woo woo."

Ye Nanfeng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's okay, it's not a taboo issue, and you don't know, this matter has nothing to do with you, everyone, stop talking about him."

"This means that Nanfeng has a good temper, otherwise you can see if everyone will let you go!"

"Since Nanfeng has said everything, let's forget it, but next time you speak, please think carefully about it."

"Is there no punishment at all? It really is Nanfeng, always so gentle."

"Where is the house manager, give him a silence package!"

"Nanfeng's live broadcast room doesn't have a room manager yet."

"I feel sorry for Nanfeng, I really want to hug Nanfeng."

".Does the south wind need us to be distressed?"

"Yes, Nanfeng doesn't need you to feel sorry for him, it is enough for him to have me!"

"? Good guy, you just grabbed the core! Why didn't I think of this angle?"

Lin Mengzhou got into his room immediately after dinner, turned on the computer and watched Ye Nanfeng's live broadcast.

It just happened to catch up with this kind of thing.

She looked at Ye Nanfeng's resolute side face, with a feeling of loneliness. For some reason, Lin Mengzhou felt a twinge in his heart, a little distressed.

Her heart was a little confused, and she really wanted to say something to comfort Ye Nanfeng, but she didn't know what she should say.

After typing a long line of words, Lin Mengzhou finally deleted them and only sent two words.

Chuimeng to Xizhou: "Come on."

Ye Nanfeng nodded slightly, "Yes, thank you."

"Actually, some of my own feelings are still uncomfortable, so I'll just talk about it hypocritically, and everyone can just listen to it as a casual remark."

Ye Nanfeng raised his head and smiled at the camera, but his eyes were a little sad.

"Parents are here, life still has a place to come, parents are gone, life is only a way back. I didn't feel much about this sentence before, but now I really understand it."

"Parents are like a wall that separates death from us. When the wall collapses, we have to face death directly."

Ye Nanfeng seemed to be lost in thought, and murmured, "My parents are here, so if you don't travel far, you must travel well."

"Home has never been a house, but a family relationship, so everyone must not get lost in this fast-paced life."

"A phone call, a video, sometimes such simple things are enough but not enough, so we should cherish them."

"pat"

A drop of water fell on the ground and made a slight sound. Ye Nanfeng turned his back to the camera, shrugged his shoulders, trembled slightly, and couldn't see his expression clearly.

(End of this chapter)