Withering cross talk: a piece of truth, mountains and rivers shocked

Chapter 153

Lin Qingfeng nodded with his arms folded: "Ah... yes, you heard about it too?"

Yu Qian complained: "Then what are you studying? Hey, it's really... who doesn't know this?!"

The two people on the stage were entangled around the fire of donkey meat.

It made the audience hungry.

Ning Kaixuan bit his wit and ordered in advance the takeaway donkey meat that happened to be delivered.

While eating, he took out his mobile phone to see the audience's reaction.

Sure enough, I saw a lot of shouting.

"Outrageous, I'm hungry after listening to cross talk."

"I've already placed an order for donkey fire, it's driving me crazy."

This article is also accompanied by a screenshot of the APP order interface.

As a result, many people in the back said: "How much money the X group gave you, I am hungry, so I will pay double!"

In addition, there are also expressions from southern audiences:

"People who have never eaten donkey meat are greedy by you, so, is donkey meat delicious?"

For a while, another round of heated discussions on the dietary differences between the North and the South was triggered.

These are things Lin Qingfeng doesn't know.

On stage, the plot had progressed to the point where Yu Qian and his third brother returned home and entered the door.

Lin Qingfeng said:
"The two brothers are lying here, supporting the old man, crying with each other in their arms."

"That's a horrible..."

Yu Qian: "Is this how idioms are used?"

Lin Qingfeng didn't care:

"Cry, cry, cry, I have to persuade you after crying."

Then he changed his tone to speak to people:

"Don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry. You two, this matter is like this. Now the old man is gone. You two have fulfilled your filial piety. Next, how to deal with this matter?"

Yu Qian nodded: "That's right, I have to do something."

Lin Qingfeng goes to school:
"The uncle said that it will be a big deal. I don't want most of the family wealth I have saved over the years. I will use it for the funeral."

Yu Qian thought: "Spend money to relieve distress."

Lin Qingfeng nodded and gestured a thumbs up:

"Your elder brother, a first-class filial son, there is nothing to say."

And went on to say:
"The third master quit: this won't work. Relieve the distress is to relieve the distress. What should we do today? Spend half of it and keep the other half. It's still worth living. The more you two talk, the more choked up you are, and you're going to fight."

Yu Qian acted in shock.

The audience below were already overjoyed when Lin Qingfeng said that Yu Qian's elder brother was a dutiful son.

Who can listen to this and not feel coke?
A first-class dutiful son, his father is dead and his mind is full of noodles.

More than 40 kinds of dishes, don't forget to peel the garlic to eat.

Everyone laughed out loud.

On stage, Lin Qingfeng was still saying:

"Dead on the ground, don't fight!"

"It's all fighting, can I watch it? I have to stop it."

Yu Qian nodded: "You can persuade me."

Lin Qingfeng continued, making a gesture of persuasion:
"I said, two, two! Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss. Come, you lie down here, ah, you lie down here, come here—"

"Don't make a fuss! Don't you know if the spirit is stopped? This is your own father, you know, this is not stinky dog ​​food, you know."

Yu Qian felt outrageous when he heard it, and interrupted:

"What do you mean, our two brothers are dogs?"

Lin Qingfeng grinned happily:
"That's what I mean. I advise the two of them. You know. Don't make trouble, discuss things carefully. The old man's veins are popping out: no discussion, you know, I swear! This matter has to be done according to me, whoever stops it I, hey, I am the grandson!"

Yu Qian said with emotion: "This is what I said harshly."

Lin Qingfeng continued:
"The third master is even worse than him, and he slapped the table: You are a grandson, am I not a grandson? Ah? Stop me, I am a grandson!"

Good guy, these two are talking harshly, regardless of their seniority.

"I have to persuade you, you two, you two, I am my son if you want to make trouble again! Let me tell you."

Yu Qian made an angry gesture:

"Go! Is there anyone who swears like that?"

Lin Qingfeng resumed his seriousness:
"Don't make trouble, ah! We can handle it easily. Don't you have some big white cloth at home?"

"Take it out, make filial gowns, filial hats, and make them all ready to send letters to everyone."

Yu Qian nodded and gave a compliment.

This is also to give Lin Qingfeng a chance to breathe, so that he can continue to speak:
"It's not easy to say you old man. You have worked hard for your family and business all your life, so that you are old and weak, and your heart disease is broken. Clinical consultation with a famous doctor, but your father’s heart stopped beating, he left with the wind, returned west with a crane, and went to the West Paradise to play..."

This long list, Lin Qingfeng read it all at once.

Speak clearly and pause well.

Ning Kaixuan in front of the screen couldn't help shouting "Hello".

Then he heard the same hello.

It turned out to be the one in the middle of the first head on the TV. Under the agitation of his mind, he yelled out.

This game is official.

Since it is a competition, there must be a ranking.

If there are rankings, there must be judges.

Those sitting in the middle of the first row are the judges hired by the department.

Logically they should all be impartial.

After the first few rounds of competition, they did it.

But today, this person just yelled.

Seeing that the colleagues around him had noticed him, this man couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Lin Qingfeng on stage was also frightened.

Although he is not clear about the arrangement of the department, he is also a person who has competed in two rounds.

Naturally, they are still familiar with the old faces sitting in the middle of the first row every round.

Especially the older ones, all in neat suits and expressionless faces.

No matter what you say, you don't applaud or laugh.

Anyone who reads it will realize that there is something strange in it.

Yu Qian on the stage also noticed the good voice, but he was very indifferent and just waited.

The audience was driven by this good voice to shout "Hello" one after another.

Yu Qian just waited for this period of excitement to pass before he said coolly:
"Hey, my dad's death was really exciting."

It not only refers to Lin Qingfeng's string just now, but also refers to the continuous laughter in the field.

Lin Qingfeng almost didn't hold back when he was amused.

Fortunately, he is professionally trained, and this paragraph really needs to lift his spirits,

"The news of the funeral and obituary came out, and relatives and friends from all walks of life came to express their condolences. Countless wreaths and elegiac couplets were sent."

"Write here: paper ashes fly into white butterflies, write over there, blood and tears dye red cuckoos."

"Everyone writes that I can't be idle, and I wrote the word next to the gate."

Yu Qian asked: "Where is where?"

Lin Qingfeng was righteous and strict:

"The four big characters on the left side of the gate are square and square, the sky has eyes!"

Yu Qian was furious: "What should my father deserve?"

Lin Qingfeng scratched his head in a daze: "No, what's that called?"

Yu Qian was categorical:

"Excuse me!"

Lin Qingfeng bowed and cupped his hands:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...forgive me for being young."

Yu Qian was still angry: "Really!"

(End of this chapter)