God of Cookery Live Room

Chapter 11 Directly Hit the Routine Scene
Chen Er raised his eyebrows, then deliberately showed a vigilant look, and shook his head quickly.

"Don't sell, don't sell!"

Daoist Qingxu was very surprised that Chen Er would reject him, and quickly said, "I'll buy it at three times the market price!"

Chen Er shook his head again.

“Five times the price!”

"Not for sale!"

"Ten times the price!"

"Not for sale!"

Chen Er's reckless appearance gave Daoist Qingxu a headache.

He was so anxious that he turned around in circles a few times before clapping his hands.

"Tell me, what do you want to sell!"

The fans in the barrage seemed as anxious as Daoist Qingxu.

"Anchor, just sell it! Ten times the price! Where did you go to find such a good buyer?"

Sunny: "Hmph, Chen Dalian can take out tens of millions of tea sets and use them casually, so why would he care about these few dollars!"

Only then did everyone think of this, and suddenly felt that there was really no need for Chen Er to sell this tea.

Chen Er complained in his heart, he was really surprised by the price paid by Qingxu Dao.

But he can't let go now, because he wants other good things.

Chen Er said, "I just told you how this tea is made. It took a lot of effort to make it. How could it be sold to you for a little money!"

The fans watching immediately smelled the routine.

Daoist Qingxu felt that what Chen Er said was very reasonable.

So he scratched his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly realized, "Why don't I exchange a piece of my hard work with you?"

Chen Er glanced at him, "You'll have to see it to know if it's okay."

Taoist Master Qingxu clapped his hands quickly, called a Taoist boy, and told him to fetch things.

After a while, a scroll was fetched.

After opening it, there is a landscape painting like smoke and mist. It seems that it is the Xiling Snow Mountain in the painting.

The brush strokes are chic and elegant, very agile, just looking at it as if you are already in it, a style of a master.

Chen Er was satisfied in his heart, but he didn't show it.

Daoist Qingxu was worried that he would be dissatisfied, so he quickly explained, "This painting is called "Looking at the Snow in the West Mountain". It took me three years to paint it."

He pointed to the snow-capped mountains in the painting.

"You see, although these snow-capped mountains are all painted from the same mountain, they all look different because I painted them in different seasons. One painting encompasses all four seasons."

Chen Er nodded, with what Qing Xu said now, even if what he said was not true, he could sell it for a good price.

After all, it was broadcast live and so many people were watching.

Seeing that Chen Er was satisfied, Qingxu rubbed his hands and said, "I have come up with my hard work, look at you..."

Chen Er frowned and glanced at Qingxu, "Since this painting is your painstaking effort, then I will accept it reluctantly."

Then he handed him the remaining half can of tea.

Qingxu happily held the tea leaves.

The densely packed "2333" floated in the barrage

"Daoist Master Qingxu has been tricked!"

"The authentic work of Taoist Master Qingxu is worth at least a dozen or two hundred thousand in the market. How much is this jar of tea worth?"

"The one in front is not a can, it's half a can! Hahahaha!"

Riding a snail to a well-off life, "Daoist Qingxu's handwritten painting, I saw it at an auction last month, and it sold for [-] US dollars."

Pork stewed vermicelli: "Niubai, it means that the painting in the anchor's hand is worth at least 30?"

Spring rolls: "No wonder the price of Qingxu Daochang has just reached ten times, and the anchors are not willing to sell it. It turns out they are waiting here!"

Watermelons are not east melons: "Go straight to the routine scene."

Liangfen: "Poor Taoist Priest Qingxu, he still feels that he has made a lot of money."

"..."

That's right, the current Daoist Qingxu really feels that he has made a lot of money.In his eyes, money, calligraphy and painting are all dead.It's just something to entertain him when he's bored.

Only good tea is real, and it is worth how much money you spend.

Chen Er felt funny and embarrassed when he saw Qingxu looking so happy.

So he said to Daoist Qingxu that if he made good tea in the future, he would definitely send another copy to him.

Qingxu narrowed his eyes happily.

After saying goodbye, Chen Er went down the mountain with his backpack on his back.

I have harvested a valuable painting, and I am in a particularly good mood.

Fans in the barrage also paid special attention to the painting.

From guessing the price of the painting to talking about which auction house to go to.

Riding a snail to a well-off life even started popularizing China's top auction house directly in the barrage.

People have to doubt his identity.

As we approached the bottom of the mountain, the number of people online in the live broadcast room had only increased to 14.It seems that it is difficult to continue to rise.

Chen Er suddenly had an idea.

He turned to look at the camera, grinning.

"The anchor now suddenly has a brilliant idea."

A watermelon is not an east melon: "Why do I think the host's smile is so evil..."

Pork stewed vermicelli: "I smell the routine again..."

Sunny Tian was very supportive: "Say!"

Chen Erdao, "Everyone comment and leave a message under the anchor's room homepage, and then I will draw two fans who commented on the 999th floor and 9999th floor, and let them participate in the live broadcast."

Chen Er said seriously, "I will make a cup of tea for the two of them myself. How about it?"

Pork stewed vermicelli: "I rub it! I know it's a routine, but I still want to go!"

Qingtian: "Hey, I want to drink the tea made by Chen Da! I want to rob the building! No one can rob it with me!"

Riding a snail to a well-off life: "I'm in the United States, doesn't that mean I have to catch the fastest plane back?"

Watermelons are not east melons: "Brother Snail said as if he is determined to win. Don't forget that I am a strong competitor!"

Riding a snail to a well-off life: "Brother Donggua seems to be very confident."

Jelly: "I'll go, the smell of gunpowder."

Spring Roll: "Shivering."

"..."

So everyone started a cordial and friendly conversation.

Chen Er secretly raised his eyebrows, showing a not-so-serious smile.

Finally returned to his little nest, Chen Ergang was paralyzed on the sofa.

The system sent a reminder.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the fourth side mission. The number of followers in the live broadcast room has reached 10."

"The fifth side mission has started, and the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room has reached 50. The reward is unknown."

"Congratulations to the host for getting 400 points and random reward items."

Chen Dun regained his energy immediately, and quickly jumped up from the sofa.

"Random items are falling..."

"Get a B-level transformation opportunity in the live broadcast room once!"

Chen Er was at a loss, what is the B-level transformation of the live broadcast room?
He didn't understand until he finished listening to the system's explanation.

The so-called B-level transformation of the live broadcast room means that Chen Er designates a location as a long-term live broadcast room, and the system will transform it.

After all, the rest of the live broadcast will focus on cooking food.

In addition to going out to find ingredients, there must be a professional live broadcast room when cooking food.It is impossible to sit in the open air.

Chen Er looked at his rented house and shook his head immediately.

"No, this room is too small."

So he decided to give away the picture of "Looking at the Snow in the West Mountain" first, and find out where to rent a larger room.

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