The whole world loves Mr. Lin

[Xiaomi, the fire is too high, turn the pot over! 】

[Xiaomi, the eggs are getting mushy, put the tomatoes in! 】

【Millet!Don't be so heavy with the shovel, the tomatoes are all smashed!You are holding a spatula, not a Luoyang shovel! 】

Mi Li was in a hurry, and the fans looked like old mothers watching their son cook. The excitement was comparable to giving pointers, and they almost reached out from the screen to help Mi Li.

Only Mr. Lin stood quietly behind Mi Li as before, watching Mi Li's every movement carefully. Mi Li's flustered look stirred his thoughts like a feather:

It turns out that the strong and independent Mimi will also have things he can't do, and he will also have flaws and troubles, but in order to help his friends, he is willing to do the things he is least good at.

For such a gentle and kind person, someone should take care of him, solve his problems for him, and create the best form of life for him.

Mr. Lin was a little confused, and his empty heart was touched a little.

Should this kind of feeling be called sympathy, or distressed, or want to cherish the person in front of him?Mr. Lin couldn't figure it out, he couldn't find the most accurate answer.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Mi Li's tomato scrambled eggs came out of the pan, and he picked up the plate of black and unidentified objects, and proudly showed the camera: "It's cooked, it didn't catch fire, and I'm still alive. Is this a major breakthrough? ! Praise me!"

The millet porridges were amused by the enthusiasm of their idols, and the mother fans were instantly flooded with maternal love:

[Hey, our Xiaomi has grown up and can cook by himself, so he can get married, is it too late to start saving for the dowry? 】

[Although the tomatoes and eggs are so pitiful, it is definitely the happiest plate of tomato scrambled eggs in the world! 】

【Am I the only one who stared at Mr. Lin the whole time?The way he looks at Xiaomi is really doting!It must be my husband! 】

[Observe Mr. Lin the whole time +1, if any man stares at me like this, I will drag him to get a certificate tomorrow! 】

When Mi Li was cooking, she kept her back to Mr. Lin, and she didn't know what Mr. Lin's expression was. Seeing what the fans were talking about, she couldn't help turning her head to look at Mr. Lin behind her.

"What are you looking at?" Mi Li turned her back to the camera and whispered to the man in front of her.

Mr. Lin stared at Mi Li's fluttering lips for a moment, lost his mind for a moment, and immediately reacted, covered his left chest and said hesitantly: "I was watching you cooking, just now... there seems to be a movement here."

Mi Li understood what Mr. Lin meant. Da Zai should have a perception of emotions, which may be related to Lin Zai Zai's continuous growth, or it may be touched by a certain situation.

This is good news, and it is a development worth celebrating, both for Mr. Lin and for the guardians of this flower.

"What kind of feeling?" Mi Li asked excitedly.

Mr. Lin thought about his words for a moment, and then slowly said: "I want...I want to help you, and I want to face difficult things with you. This is a very urgent desire."

While responding in a low voice, he raised his hand, trying to help Mi Li remove a piece of scallion that accidentally got on his forehead, but his hand was just a virtual projection, and he couldn't do it at all.

Mr. Lin withdrew his hand silently, lowered his head in frustration, with helplessness and sadness in his eyes: he can't do anything, even the most basic touch...

Mi Li saw what Mr. Lin was thinking, and also became sad—yes, Mr. Lin, who has no body, must be very concerned about this matter.Forced to be separated from ordinary people in two spaces, unable to participate in normal life.

Who wants to live in a virtual projection?

What happened to the branch of this flower?Was it seriously injured?Is the scar on Mr. Lin's forehead a proof of the disaster?

Mi Li's heart softened, she stepped forward and hugged Mr. Lin's waist, leaned her head against his chest, and said softly in a weak voice that only the two of them could hear: "Look, you can feel what you can touch. Until I hold you, right? Everything will be fine..."

Mr. Lin was shocked by Mi Li's sudden action for a moment, looked at the hairy head on his chest, and listened to his constant comforting words, the position of his left chest suddenly jumped violently:

Is this... heart beating?

This scene was silent from the perspective of the live viewers, and they couldn't see the expressions of the two clearly. They only saw Mi Li turned around and whispered a few words to Mr. Lin, and Mr. Lin touched Mi Li's forehead. , and then the two embraced.

Mi Li hugged Mr. Lin's waist first, and Mr. Lin embraced him with his backhand. It was a tender hug, obviously overlapping the real and the virtual, but there was an illusion of tranquility.

On the mobile phone screen that neither of them had time to take care of, the barrage was already crazy.

【this!this!this!Are these two for real? !Although I have been calling Michelin szd, but when the truth is in front of my eyes, I hesitated. Is this the legendary feeling of being close to home? 】

[I, I, I, I don't know what to say anymore, I'm going to faint, I see love, it's true love!Whoever tells me that online dating is unreliable, I'll fuck her! 】

[Let me help you translate their whispers!Xiaomi: I did it, old Gong, please praise me!Mr. Lin: Mimi is great, such a good boy.Xiaomi: Hey, hey, I'm so tired from cooking.Mr. Lin: Don’t cry, just give me a hug]

[As a sensible millet porridge, I would like to ask: Is this a live broadcast accident?Xiaomi, come back to me!Is the promised cooking live broadcast not crooked? !Why did you hug me!quiet!Clearance!Come back and make fish! 】

Mi Li went to comfort her eldest cub, and after holding her for 2 minutes, she realized that she was live broadcasting, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead instantly.

It's over, it's right to send candy in the live broadcast, but this time it seems to be a bit too big. With the brain circuit of CP fans, a hug can be brain-filled out of the entire universe.

If the big cub can return to a normal life in the future, can this CP still be dismantled?This is really a father-son relationship, everyone, don't lock it up!

The fans don't care, the fans only know that these two people openly flirt with each other on the live broadcast, and Michelin immediately locks them in place!

【Michelin Century Hug】

【Beautiful Online Dating】

[Michelin is really really real]

[their whispers]

【Michelin Love Stone Hammer】

.........

More than a dozen hot searches related to the live broadcast have topped the list, and the number of people online in the live broadcast room has exceeded 1000 million.Ming Baitang's negative news was squeezed out in a blink of an eye, and the official accounts that had been following the trend and being muddled also turned their heads and picked up the details and animations of Michelin's live broadcast.

The hot search list has been completely taken over by Michelin. Who wants to watch bad news when there are big mouthfuls of candy?

Mi Li's goal was achieved by accident.

Mi Li didn't know the real-time situation on the Internet. He pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the stove, picked up the last ingredient, and smiled to the fans in the camera: "Next, I want to challenge the last dish of hell difficulty. , Fried large yellow croaker."

Mi Ostrich chopped the ginger slices and minced garlic needed for frying the fish, and the knife technique was acceptable. God closed a door for Mi Li, but at least he opened a small ventilation hole.

The kitchen knife fell on the chopping board, and the rhythm of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" seemed to contain some special rhythm, and Mr. Lin listened intently.

Mr. Lin thinks that Mi Li even cuts vegetables very well. The sharp blade and fair and slender fingers are all dazzling white light in his eyes.

Looking up, Mi Li's focused face is also pretty, as if he is not in the kitchen, but an artist carefully crafting his works in the studio.

Mr. Lin's heart was still beating, this was a strange and novel experience for him.

After Mi Li cut the ingredients and the pan was just heated up, Mi Li followed the instructions of the recipe - more oil was needed to fry the fish.

Put more on this, how much to put in, Mi Li was confused again, and in the gap of daze, he poured half a bowl of oil into the pot.

Fans who broke their hearts for their idols are anxious again:

[Prodigal son, oil is very expensive, our family is already poor, and everything is left to you! 】

【Is this fish fried or fried? Look at that big yellow croaker, it's not going to die! 】

[Sisters, calm down, listen to me, more oil is better, lubricate! 】

[Lubrication is dangerous to speak!But it seems quite reasonable, I accept this explanation! 】

Mr. Lin looked at the bullet screens of the fans, showing a puzzled look: Why can the oil be lubricated if there is too much oil?Where is the profit?Do you moisten your intestines?

Mi Li had no time to control the barrage at all. He held up the lid of the pot to defend as if he was facing an enemy, picked up the big yellow croaker that was dying and threw it into the pot. When the hot oil met the water, the oil stars exploded in an instant were blocked by the pot cover up.

When the oil finally stopped, Mi Li took out his Luoyang shovel, turned the big yellow croaker over, broke the tail of the big yellow croaker in the process, and opened the fish again - the belly of the fish was poked by the ruthless cook There was a big hole.

The fish was almost cooked, and Mr. Lin reminded him to turn off the fire. Mi Li put the dead large yellow croaker on a plate, a holy light lit up in his eyes, it was a success!

The rice cooker that was stewing the pork ribs was beeping just in time. Mi Li put the three dishes on the table, and pointed the phone camera at the three dishes he had just finished.

Except for the dark scrambled eggs with tomatoes, the other two dishes are edible and not poisonous. The pork ribs stewed potatoes made by the rice cooker even look delicious - beautiful in color and rich in soup.

Mi Li put the mobile phone stand on the dining table, put his hands together and made a bow to the audience watching the live broadcast:

"Thank you for watching, and thank you for being tolerant of me. I really don't have the talent to cook. I may be a natural kitchen killer. Being able to do this is considered extraordinary. I also want to thank Mr. Lin who accompanied me on the live broadcast... ..."

Before Mi Li finished speaking, the barrage had already reacted in advance:

[Got it, got it, it's cooked, it's not on fire, it's not mushy yet!Let us praise you, Xiaomi is awesome!That plate of ribs really whetted my appetite! 】

【Son, you are so good, the old mother is almost moved to tears, and Xiaomi's earnest cooking looks so poignant to me, waiting for the day when you will overwhelm everyone with your skills! 】

[I am a perfect fan of Mr. Lin. Before, I always thought that no one could be worthy of our Mr. Lin. Now I am shaken. Xiaomi is really a hardworking and serious person, so cute. I decided to join the Michelin family ! 】

Looking at the bullet screen scrolling on the phone, the enthusiasm of the fans was about to overflow the screen, Mi Li showed a bright spring smile to the camera: "Okay, that's the end of today's live broadcast, I'm going to eat, I look forward to the next time goodbye."

With a point of his index finger, he closed the live broadcast interface.The live broadcast that attracted the attention of the entire network was finally over, leaving only the overwhelming discussions on Weibo.

The small apartment became quiet, and only the two who were thinking about each other looked at each other again.

Mi Li put away her phone, tilted her head and looked at her eldest son: "Do you want to have dinner with me?"

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, it was Brother Mi who did it first? (??)? Dazai is excited, and the identity of Huazhi will be revealed soon. You can guess it first