When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

Wen Le held the stir-fried eggplant strips with a flick of his wrist, and poured them all into the pot containing the meat. After a while, the flavors were mixed together. The aromas of the eggplant and minced meat were intertwined, and it seemed that they were ready to be served on a plate. , but it's actually a little bit worse.

"Okay, next you need to know why Yuxiang Eggplant is named so."

As soon as the audience heard the main topic, those who were lazily eating snacks quickly cheered up.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ]

[Rubbing hands together excitedly, are you finally going to decipher? ]

[Curiosity, a wave of strong onlookers. ]

Sensing everyone's excitement, Wen Le took out a glass bowl from behind and put it in front of the camera without delay.

He took the bowl and turned it around with a mysterious expression so that everyone could see clearly.

"Okay, it's just the last step, everyone, don't blink." While saying this, he lifted his wrist and poured all the sauce in the bowl into the pot.

With a sizzling sound, oily flowers appeared in the eggplant meat, the sauce was poured on it, and the edge of the eggplant strip with the purple skin was scalded and wrinkled.

The eggplant meat is half crisp and half soft, and has the color of being fried just right. Stir-fried with the sauce, the whole dish can be said to be full of color, fragrance and taste!

Obviously the dish was still in the pot, but Wen Yang couldn't help it.

Originally, after seeing Wen Le start cooking, he was a little hungry. At this moment, in order to let the audience see clearly, he himself stood not far from the pot; he felt that his whole body was covered by this mouth-watering aroma. Surrounded.

"Brother? What did you add just now?" Although it was delicious just now, it wasn't so alluring.

Now this kind of aroma that makes people want to eat three bowls of rice in one sitting is obviously only produced after Wen Le added the sauce.

The people in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still anymore, and they all asked for a clear explanation.

[Two liang, what is in that glass bowl? ]

[2333 I heard the voice of the video camera brother swallowing saliva just now, this is the first time I have seen such a real and unpretentious program effect hahaha. ]

[I heard it too, I thought I was hungry enough to make a sound, I was startled. ]

[I always feel that the glass bowl looks familiar, what is in it?What is the origin of the name of Yuxiang Eggplant? ]

Wen Le held the empty glass bowl with his hand, "Anyone else recognize what's in this bowl?"

Then, he reminded again, "I played in this bowl just now, does any sharp-eyed audience still remember?"

[Who would have guessed, I'm too busy looking at the food, so I don't have the heart to think about anything else. ]

[That's right, we are addicted to food and don't care about anything else, just tell us two or two. ]

[I am so hungry that my eyes are dim, how could I recognize a glass bowl!If you bully the audience every two or two, you will be responsible. ]

[Responsible +1, if you don't tell the reason why, don't even think about leaving today. ]

The audience booed, Wen Le shrugged, and sighed, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, it's fine if you guess it yourself, but if I tell you what's in this bowl, I'm afraid you'll be angry."

[Enough, brother, I beg you to tell me, what is the relationship between the contents of this bowl and the fish-flavored eggplant? ]

Wen Le smiled helplessly. He stretched out his hand and brought the fried fish-flavored shredded pork in front of him, next to the pot containing the fish-flavored eggplant.

"Here, you see, do you remember now?" His voice was clean and clear, and the audience in the live broadcast room could hear it clearly.

[I go!Two or two, you and donkey let us play. ]

[Oh, two liang, you are too a thief!Don't play with us like this. ]

[Remove!Off powder!You are bullying us again! ]

[what happened?Everyone is so excited; what are you doing in a few words?I can't guess the dishes with multiple fish-flavored shredded pork. ]

[Stupid roe deer upstairs, think about the process of making fish-flavored shredded pork, look at that bowl, does it look familiar? ]

[Been by a donkey again... I don’t say anything, I feel too wronged, this time I have to take off my fans for at least 5 minutes! ]

[Touch the baby upstairs, be good, go to the bathroom and wipe away your tears, leave it to me to educate you about love. ]

[Wait, am I the only one who didn't understand what it meant?Is there an IQ limit for watching live broadcasts nowadays? ]

Some people have already understood it, while others are still staring at the screen in bewilderment, and there is so much sorrow in the barrage that it seems to be overflowing.

Wen Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he remembered something.

He tried to ask Wen Le: "Brother, the sauce in that bowl, isn't it the leftover from making fish-flavored pork shreds just now?"

Wen Le answered frankly and simply.

"That's right, that's the one, no more, no less, just enough to make a dish of fish-flavored eggplant."

Wen Yang: "..." If he was the audience, he would be mad now.

But Wen Le insisted on challenging everyone's tolerance

"Why does the fish-flavored eggplant have a fish-flavored taste?" His calm voice became a bit playful, "Of course it's because of the fish-flavored pork shredded sauce."

"How about it, do you find it very pleasantly surprised and interesting?"

Wen Yang sneaked a glance at the barrage that suddenly frantically swiped up, and then glanced at Wen Le, who was smiling harmlessly in the sun. He wanted to ask something, but was strangely silent.

It's really sad to be a fan of such an anchor, and I really feel sorry for those viewers who are so angry that they threaten to quit their fans.

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[He's still laughing!How dare he smile so sweetly!What a shame!If it weren't for seeing him smile so beautifully, I would have slapped this little liar to death long ago. ]

[Sister upstairs, don’t be angry, it’s not the first time anyway, you’re used to being bullied. ]

[Hey... Every time I watch the two-two live broadcast, I feel that I am better at myself, even if I am not so angry when I face the mentally retarded boss every day. ]

[The buddy upstairs is right, new fans, don’t be afraid, you will fall in love with this kind of complicated mood in the future, it can not only cultivate your body, but also exercise your brain. If you really can’t stand it, just watch Looking at Erliang's face, he can definitely calm down. ]

[I just used the method mentioned above, it really works, I feel much better, I feel that my soul has been liberated, and my realm has also been sublimated. ]

[Why am I still so happy when I was beaten by a donkey? ]

[Shh, don't talk about it, haven't you seen that the upstairs is beautifying the illusion; shake M to change the word, change it to self-restraint. ]

[I don't listen, I don't listen, thanks to two or two people with thick eyebrows and big eyes, I didn't expect to be this kind of person, I really want to lose my fan, at least 6 minutes! ]

Wen Yang was a little worried, "Brother, you are not afraid that they will be really angry."

Wen Le put the fish-flavored eggplant into a fish-shaped irregular white porcelain plate, and placed the other utensils one by one.

After finishing all this work, he turned around with an aggrieved face, and looked at the camera with a pair of bright and deep eyes.

He pursed his lips, and said, "Didn't it be agreed, no matter what I look like, you all like me? Could it be that just a fish-flavored eggplant will change everyone's mind?"

After finishing speaking, he covered his eyes with his hands, lowered his head slightly, and looked extremely frustrated.

Unexpectedly, he just served a dish, and suddenly became depressed, even Wen Yang was taken aback by him.

"...Brother?" He reached out and gently touched Wen Le's shoulder.

But Wen Le just hummed vaguely, but still refused to look up, silently rubbing his eyes gently with both hands.

[Ah, don’t cry, don’t cry, I haven’t changed my mind in two or two, I’ve only been off the fan for 6 minutes, don’t cry anymore, baby will always support you. ]

[Yeah, even if watching your live broadcast requires you to be able to recite poetry, know how to dissect, understand history, love cultivation, watch martial arts, and even get crushed by a bully from time to time... But, I still like you. ]

The live broadcast room suddenly became sensational, and when Wen Le raised his head with red eyes, everyone was about to swear that they would never say that they would quit their fans and unfollow them again.

"?" He turned his head to the side, without revealing the puzzled expression on his face, and quietly asked Wen Yang, "What's going on?"

Wen Yang: "Brother, are you not crying?" He could see clearly from the side, Wen Le only had a red circle around one eye, but there was no trace of tears.

"I didn't cry." Wen Le was stunned for a moment before he understood, "Just now I felt that my eyes were very hot, probably because I touched the pepper with my hands."

Both of their voices were so low that the people in the live broadcast room couldn't hear what they were saying.

Yu Xingzhou, who was leaning on the back of the leather chair comfortably and watching the live broadcast, couldn't sit still anymore.

'Is he sad? 'Yu Xingzhou stared at the screen, and suddenly felt the desire to touch this person.

The man in the camera lowered his head slightly, his fair neck was exposed to the light, and he covered his eyes with a sad expression that he didn't want to speak.

"Is it still blocked in front?" He asked, hoping to hear a negative answer.

If there is no traffic jam, he can pat the person on the screen on the shoulder, touch his head, straighten his collar, and let him not be sad.

But W city is too congested, all he can do is send WeChat.

'Don't be sad. '

Looking at the green message sent, Yu Xingzhou felt dissatisfied.

Suddenly, he felt as if he should learn how to communicate intimately and naturally.

Wen Le was a little at a loss.

He originally just wanted to tease everyone by pretending to be disappointed, but who knew that his eyes were so hot that everyone mistakenly thought that he was crying sadly, and even Yu Xingzhou sent him a WeChat message to comfort him.

He had no choice but to quickly comfort the fans, "I didn't cry just now, really, it's just that my eyes were burnt by the pepper, so you don't need to comfort me."

What he said was all the truth, the truth from the heart, but the audience refused to believe it, insisting that he was trying to be brave.

[Men, cry, cry, it's not a crime, your eyes are red in two or two, don't bear it, cry, we promise not to take screenshots! ]

[I also guarantee that I will never make emoticons. ]

"..." It seemed that he was thinking too much, and his audience still believed it.

Wen Le decided to reply to WeChat first to calm down, 'Are you still stuck in the road?Don't watch the live broadcast on your mobile phone, let your eyes rest for a while. '

[Looking at the two reddish eyes, I suddenly burst out with a powerful inspiration, comrades, keep watching, I'm going to drive. ]

[The female driver upstairs, please stop, the little girl has a brand new card here, can I swipe the card to get on the bus? ]

[... To be honest, there are a lot of strange people in the live broadcast room, so I really want the two or two masters to open a Weibo to ask questions, and then make a vlog video to answer the questions. ]

[This idea is good, you can do it in two or two, your friend Xiao Fengzi next door has done it several times; as long as you are willing to make Weibo question answering videos, we will no longer be angry with you because of Yuxiang eggplant . ]

[Yes, what's wrong with the fish-flavored eggplant, it's the world that's wrong!Just promise to do a vlog in two or two, I really want to watch it, I love you more than my heart. ]

Wen Le let out a long sigh, as if seeing all the vicissitudes of the world.

"Well, I originally wanted to do another Weibo lottery draw to give you a set of exquisite tableware; since you all insist on watching the vlog and saving me money, then I will reluctantly agree."

A short sentence expresses endless loneliness, just like a down-and-out poet full of depression and frustration, telling the sadness that no one understands.

That voice hits people's hearts directly, and it clasps heavily on the hearts of the audience, questioning their aspirations.

That day, people finally shouted from the bottom of their hearts:

[I don't know if I should say something about MMP, but I must say it today. ]