Students are furry!

Wen Xinhui was the person Yu Shixing met at the wine table. The teacher he called "Zheng" was a well-known host of a gourmet show in China, and now he just accepted a new show about looking for local gourmet food and was collecting materials.

What was not mentioned at the wine table was that Zheng Xi was actually Wen Xinhui's mentor during college, and the relationship between the two was very close.

Such a good opportunity will not flow to outsiders. Wen Xinhui saw that Yu Shixing would definitely become popular, and made up his mind to seize the opportunity.

Even if the delicious food is available in different mouths, it is enough to hype just because of the looks of those people.

With such thoughts in mind, Wen Xinhui stood at the door of Zheng Xi's house with snacks.

Driven by this idea, he stood at the door of his former mentor.

This is an old community. After being refurbished, a glass elevator was installed on the outer wall, which reveals a sense of incompatibility with the times.

The community is full of older retirees from the industry. They raise flowers and walk their dogs when they have free time, and the neighbors are very familiar with each other.

Wen Xinhui knocked on the door with anxiety, and pursed his dry lips cautiously.

Zheng Xi is a very strict person, and Wen Xinhui still has psychological shadows.

"Xinhui is here, please come in, Lao Zheng has been talking about you all night!" A middle-aged woman with a simple and neat dress opened the door with a happy smile and came in to welcome Wen Xinhui.

"You're welcome, Auntie."

After Wen Xinhui changed his shoes, he was pulled into the living room. Not far away, he saw Mr. Zheng with gray temples and a person dressed as a chef, discussing a dish of braised duck on the table.

"The skin of the duck is thin, and the fur is scalded by boiling water. The skin is torn, and the appearance is incomplete." Zheng Xi rubbed his chin regretfully, "If you want the skin and flesh to be intact, you must pull it out alive."

"That's not true." The chef answered, and the two had a lively chat.

The two sat on the sofa, and the auntie smiled shyly: "The old man is preparing for the next show, Xinhui, please wait."

Naturally, Wen Xinhui didn't care, and quickly waved his hands and told his aunt about the recent live broadcast.

Huainan's live broadcast is very famous in the small circle, but the popularity is not enough to be able to go out of the circle.

Wen Xinhui took out his phone, opened Huainan's video, and put it in front of his aunt.

"The dishes here are very appetizing, and have some metaphysical effects." Wen Xinhui smiled when he mentioned the word "metaphysics", "It is useful to test it yourself."

The episode of Salted Duck Eggs just aired, the oily egg yolk mixed with ivory white, sparkling under the action of the camera and lights.

The barrage has already started to brush

"Success in the postgraduate entrance examination!!"

"Level [-] or [-]——!"

"I'm not greedy, I just want to find a rich woman, I don't want to work hard."

"Please lower blood pressure and blood sugar."

This is the first time my aunt came into contact with this kind of thing played by young people, and she sighed, "Is the anchor here regarded as Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Wen Xinhui said with a smile: "The customer who bought this duck egg really won the lottery. Although it is only a few hundred yuan, it is enough to see its magic."

Auntie showed an unbelievable expression, "Really?"

Wen Xinhui also felt mysterious in his heart, but seeing his old father's appearance, he had to believe it, so he felt sincerely: "What the anchor said is miraculous, and it is said that it can also cure serious and old diseases of the body. I don't think it can all be regarded as false advertisements."

The aunt didn't understand this aspect at all, so she dragged her wife to watch, "Old man, Xinhui wants to add this program, why don't you watch it?"

Zheng Xi reluctantly sent the chef away, and even got the contact information of a Huaiyang cuisine chef. He was very happy.

When Wen Xinhui saw Zheng Xi coming, he hurried forward to exchange greetings. The two sat at the dinner table and chatted for a long time before turning the topic to the show.

Wen Xinhui tremblingly took out the video and put it in front of Zheng Xi.

"The old man may wish to take a look first. I think this has great potential for development. As long as you pay a little attention, it will immediately become popular."

As he spoke, he pointed to a pile of gifts placed in the entrance, "I brought some ingredients from there, including meat and vegetables, and the old man can taste it tonight."

While talking, he carefully glanced at Zheng Xi's expression, thinking that the old man would have a strong interest in the younger generation, but he saw Zheng Xi frowning.

"What's all this broadcasting?" Zheng Xi shook his head and didn't look at the phone interface.

"What's wrong?" Wen Xinhui thought there was something wrong with the video, so he hurried to check it.

"Ingredients are ingredients, don't engage in these fancy things, and tarnish the treasures left by our ancestors." Zheng Xi looked at Wen Xinhui in disbelief, "You are interested in these, and you want to pull them into our show go?"

Wen Xinhui: "Our programs are aimed at middle-aged and elderly people, as well as today's boys and girls, not to mention-I have tried these dishes, and they are really good."

Zheng Xi: "You mean salted duck eggs that can win the lottery?!"

He had the expression of his student being drugged.

Wen Xinhui: "..."

Zheng Xi: "You can try this braised duck dish. The real delicacy can catch people's hearts even without such exaggerated publicity."

He joked: "If I broadcast the live broadcast, I will definitely say that the queen mother caught it in the field with her bare feet!"

Wen Xinhui sweated furiously: "...There is no need for that."

The duck meat is thin and the bones are crispy. Wen Xinhui is used to Yu Shixing's produce, and when he eats other ingredients, he always feels that something is missing.

Aura?Sweet?Why don't you say it's a elixir for cultivating immortals!

Wen Xinhui put down his chopsticks slowly, and after deliberating for a long time, he said, "I brought the ingredients, and I will definitely not disappoint the old man."

Zheng Xi let out a "hum" from her throat, "Let's talk about it later."

Zheng Xi's temper is notoriously stubborn, even if the other party wears out his mouth, it won't help.

Wen Xinhui knew this very well, so he wanted to impress him with facts.

Wen Xinhui was one of the few students Zheng Xi was still in contact with. He sighed and said, "You show me the live broadcast of Yu Yu's name. It's not interesting to just watch food and broadcast."

Seeing that the old man let go, Zheng Xi was overjoyed, and immediately found the live broadcast room. It happened that Yu Shixing was online at this time.

Zheng Xi shifted her gaze from the braised duck to the narrow phone screen, narrowed her eyes, then took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on, "This little girl is very young."

Wen Xinhui: "No, they still play with lions."

Zheng Xi: "Circus?"

Wen Xinhui couldn't laugh or cry, "The cruel entertainment has long since disappeared. It is said that the lion has been raised since childhood, and the relationship between the two is close."

As if to prove his words, there really was a golden-yellow male lion in the live broadcast room, lying lazily on Yu Shixing's lap, revealing his soft belly, begging to be stroked.

"Wow..." Shi Zong showed his long white teeth (not small at all), and his head kept rubbing against Yu Shixing's arm.

Yu Shixing reluctantly touched him, and with the other hand he was stroking a hair like silky white hair.

Shi Zong was jealous and used his claws to nick Ye Bai, acting like a mother-in-law, who was ruthlessly laughed at by Yu Shixing.

Teacher Zong: "..."

Yu Shixing said with his lips: "If you do this again, Tuhua won't love you anymore."

Teacher Zong:? ? ? ?Crashed, he covered his eyes with his paws, bleeding from the scene.

Another day of making a living as a performer.

"I actually feel that this level of contact is normal operation."

"Mom asked me why I was almost bitten by a lion last time I went to the zoo?"

"Don't say anything, 666 will go."

Zheng Xi was silent in front of the live broadcast room, "Even if she was raised by humans since she was a child, accidents will inevitably happen when she acts like a baby, but..."

Wen Xinhui: "But that's right! This is weird enough, and it makes sense that the ingredients have special effects."

Zheng Xi: There seems to be some problem with your logic, and your brain doesn't seem to be very easy to use.

In short, Zheng Xi continued to watch, and gradually the style of painting in the live broadcast room changed.

"Sister, I can!!"

"Is this the anchor's friend? It looks good!"

"Heaven descends to earth!"

A long-haired woman put her hands on Yu Shixing's shoulders, her cheeks touched Yu Shixing's cheeks, and whispered something, Yu Shixing blushed and avoided her, gently pushed her with her hands, and whispered: "What are you doing?"

"Seeing that you are busy, let me help you share a little."

Barrage scream!

The rich woman named Shuangmu, after a few minutes of delay, dropped a gift worth nearly 8000 yuan, and directly promoted Yu Shixing's live broadcast room to the front page.

"The boss is also eating cp!"

"Woooooooo sour."

"Young lady is so beautiful, look at me~"

"Upstairs is stupid, the young lady can only see the barrage from the boss hhhhh"

Zheng Xi: "...what the hell am I looking at?"

Wen Xinhui also fell silent.

Obviously, the atmosphere of the live broadcast before was very normal—what the hell, isn’t it the one who sows the fields every day? !

If He Shulin heard such a heartfelt voice, he would definitely sneer.

Wen Xinhui turned around in embarrassment, "Mr., look..."

Zheng Xi pondered for a long time, "I'm old, I have high blood sugar and high blood lipids, and my spirit is short. Unlike you young people who like to toss and turn, I just want to be safe and sound to do a show."

Wen Xinhui: "This..."

Zheng Xi: "The girl is really extraordinary. She knows how to use her strengths and the anxieties of contemporary people to make money. To put it bluntly, it's all fake. I'm not interested in these."

Wen Xinhui roared in his heart: You don't even try, what are you talking about?

He didn't seem to be happy with his head, so he had to let go first, "Then old man, take good care of yourself."

Zheng Xi scolded with a small smile: "I'm not old at all, every mouthful is an old gentleman, hum!"

Wen Xinhui smiled.

After Wen Xinhui left, Zheng Xi sat on the sofa regretfully, and closed his eyes wearily, "Young people nowadays, think about it and think about it, how can there be such a good thing in the world?"

The aunt pushed him with her knee, "When my grandson is coming, don't scare the grandson with your dead face again."

Zheng Xi opened his eyes resentfully, took two pills of blood pressure-lowering medicine, and half a pill of blood-lipid-lowering medicine... "If my grandson goes to do those live broadcasts, see if I don't break his legs."

Aunt: "He's only four years old, you can rest."

Zheng Xi: "..." angry.

Auntie prepared to cook dinner after a break, picked up the ingredients placed in the porch, and smiled; "Xinhui is too polite, bring so much."

That night, Zheng Xi's blood pressure was rarely lower than [-], and when he woke up, his white hair suddenly turned blue.