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In the few days after signing with Cream, Cheng Fei did not broadcast live again.

One is that the sophomore class is not easy, and the other is that he has a poor appetite and is lazy and has no interest in cooking.He has always had a good quality of sleep, but recently he often dreams. In the dream, there is a small snake the size of a finger chasing him. When he catches up, he arches his body to show his prestige, and he is exhausted by it every night.

Another week has passed in a daze, and the weekend is here.

Cheng Fei still didn't sleep well last night, and didn't get up until late in the morning.As soon as he went out, he was staring at Shao Tingfeng, who was in a daze at the dining table, looking at him with resentful eyes.

"Ten o'clock." Shao Tingfeng uttered two words slowly.

Cheng Fei stared at him: "And then?"

Shao Tingfeng: "...Gulu."

"……What to eat?"

"Fried dough sticks, soy milk, baked rice cakes..." After a pause, Shao Tingfeng added, with the tenacity and tenacity of a foodie, "Soy milk has more sugar, and the rice cakes should be filled with stuffing."

"Wait!"

Cheng Fei rolled up his sleeves, cooked a pot of fragrant preserved egg porridge in a hurry, put the rice cake wrapped in cheese and salted egg yolk into the oven on high heat for 15 minutes, then threw the beans and red dates into the wall-breaking machine to make soy milk, Put the fried dough sticks into the oil pan with the gap, and turn it a few times from time to time to prevent sticking.

Finally served on the table, the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is fragrant and soft, the pink red date soy milk is rich and mellow, the rice cake is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the two deep-fried dough sticks are deep-fried until golden and crispy.

Shao Tingfeng's eyes lit up, he ate fried dough sticks in one hand and soy milk in the other, eating them very deliciously.

Cheng Fei is confident in his craftsmanship, but the things on the table make him too dull to swallow.He wants to eat something strong, preferably sour and spicy, to wake up his appetite.

Yes, it is best to be full of red oil, sour to the point of toothache, take a deep breath, and the kind of food that is boiling hot.

In the next second, the fantasy on the tip of the tongue suddenly became real, and a big bowl suddenly appeared in my mind, steaming and smelling a bit weird, but it tasted salty, fresh and spicy, how can it be a cool word!

——Yes, snail powder!

As soon as this idea popped up, it was irresistible, and Cheng Fei was so greedy that he salivated crazily.

"Why don't you eat?" Shao Tingfeng already had his own share in the wind, and when he saw that he didn't eat, he stared straight at him.

Cheng Fei, who was dreaming, didn't have time to stop his saliva, so he muttered vaguely: "Ah, snail powder."

Shao Tingfeng: "What?"

Cheng Fei swallowed hard, and it was the first time he knew that he could achieve such a virtue, and said angrily, "Eat yours, I'll give you all these, I'm going out to make snail noodles!"

Shao Tingfeng looked bewildered: "Screw powder?"

"It's snail noodles." Cheng Fei corrected, guessing that Young Master Shao had never eaten this kind of Internet celebrity snack that is not very popular on the table.No matter how destitute, he is still the young master of a wealthy family.

"Oh." Shao Tingfeng was obviously not interested, so he returned his attention to the dining table and continued to clean up the rest of the breakfast.

Cheng Fei first checked the surrounding map on his mobile phone, and found that there was no snail noodle shop nearby, and then searched the whole city, but he still couldn't find it. Could it be that this city hasn't become popular yet?

But people often have a kind of rebellious mentality, the more they can't get it, the more they want it, Cheng Fei is scratching his heart and lungs this time.

He simply changed the keywords and searched for "Fendian" directly on the map, but he found a lot of businesses, all concentrated in a food street called "Zhongshan Road", which is quite far from the school, and there is also a large digital mall nearby. .

Seeing the digital mall, Cheng Fei's eyes lit up. Another reason why he didn't start the broadcast was also due to the lack of equipment.Since the food city and the digital city are connected together, he can do both at the same time.

Cheng Fei took out all the gift money from the live broadcast room. After deducting handling fees and taxes, the total was more than 6000 yuan. He planned to keep [-] yuan for living expenses, and use the rest to purchase live broadcast equipment. If there is still money left, add some more For the photogenic outfit, the original owner's clothes really didn't fit his aesthetics, and there was even only one pair of shoes, which were so old that they seemed to have been worn for ten years.

Before going out, the shoes were still glued, so Cheng Fei had to stick them together with 502, and even scribbled a few times on them with acrylic to cover up the traces of the glue.

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The Digital City is located in front of the Food City, and Cheng Fei advanced into the Digital City.

I was dumbfounded by the price tag after visiting a few stores, probably due to the author's severe lack of common sense in life, and trying to express the atmosphere of a rich and luxurious family, the average price of the products inside is several times more expensive than in the original world.

In the end, if he hadn't fooled the staff discount of the lady at the counter with his face, he wouldn't even be able to buy the whole set of equipment.

"Sound card, camera, condenser mic, monitor earphones..." The lady at the counter secretly glanced at him while packing, only to think that his profile was handsome and exquisite, prettier than any celebrity she had ever seen, so she plucked up the courage to ask, "Little Brother, are you an anchor?"

Cheng Fei smiled at her: "Just signed the contract."

The other party showed such an expression as expected: "Then you must be a good-looking anchor!"

"Hey," Cheng Fei pretended to be distressed: "What should I do? I can rely on my face for a living, but I still rely on my talent."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha." The young ladies were amused by him, "Give me a live broadcast number for the handsome guy, and we will give you gifts!"

After asking for the live broadcast account, they also had to take a photo with him, and they nicknamed it: "When you become popular, the photos will be auctioned at a high price."

After all, Cheng Fei took their employee discount, and he was not a stingy person, so he took a picture with them openly.

A little girl accidentally sprinkled some water on his shoes while taking a selfie. The freshly dried acrylic was embarrassingly smudged, and hairs appeared where the glue was opened. Everyone's eyes fell on this pair of shabby shoes. On the face, even those with sharper eyes can see its age.

Cheng Fei was very calm, and joked with them: "When I become popular, don't expose the black history that I can't afford shoes!"

"Pfft, then you can't afford a sound card, and you want to use our employee benefits."

Cheng Fei has a delicate face, and his peach blossom eyes are half-closed, making Su Deren almost weak-legged. In the end, the young lady gave him a lot of small gifts in a daze, although they were all cheap mobile phone holders and microphone holders. But they are all things that can be used in live broadcasts.

When I walked out of the Digital City, all the money withdrawn from the live broadcast room had been spent, and I still owed thousands of credit cards.

Just lamenting his own poverty, the mobile phone suddenly received a deduction prompt:

【您账户XXXX于08月05日20:00扣款华币3000元（常规扣款）】

Cheng Fei was startled, he was so poor, what does "regular deduction" mean?

He quickly logged into the online bank to check the records, and found that the original owner had been sending money to the same account every month since about ten years ago.The other party's account signature: Siyu Hope Project.

Cheng Fei thought hard for a while before he remembered what was going on.

The original owner, the Virgin Mary, was full of hearts. She was clearly poor and poor, but she had a heart of adhering to public welfare, and subsidized two children in impoverished mountainous areas to go to school.But the original owner ignored her own financial strength and ran around several times to raise money, even selling blood during pregnancy.It's no wonder that after Bai Yueguang was diagnosed with leukemia, Zha Gong forced the original owner who had just given birth to donate bone marrow. After all, he didn't know how to love himself, so how could he expect others to love him.

Cheng Fei's teeth itch when he thought of the original plot. Considering that the two sponsored students should have grown up at this time, it makes no sense to continue to accept the gift from the original owner.

Immediately called the Siyu Hope Project.

"What? Stop funding?" The other party was a little surprised.

Cheng Fei euphemistically expressed that he was financially stressed.

The other party was very understanding: "Mr. Cheng, don't feel guilty, it's not easy for you to persist for so many years, and the two students you sponsored have also been admitted to college and can apply for student loans. In fact, if you don't tell me, some students also He called us to say he didn't need funding anymore, he appreciated your generosity and wanted to thank you in person."

Of course Cheng Fei refused, and after a few more conversations, the two parties amicably terminated the cooperation.

After the phone call was over, Cheng Fei couldn't wait to rush to the Food City to prepare noodles.In the end, he searched all over the huge gourmet city and did not see any sign of snail powder. He asked a few more shopkeepers unwillingly, but all of them said that they had never heard of such a thing.

Cheng Fei frowned, turned on the phone, and expanded the scope of the search engine to the whole country.

[Sorry, no entries related to "snail powder" were found.Please check if your input is correct]

Cheng Fei: "..."

Author, thank you, there is no snail powder in this world?Is it because it doesn't stand high enough to be worthy of slag Gong's giant B rank?

Cheng Fei's mentality collapsed.

After a day of tossing outside in vain, when he returned to the dormitory at night, he was so hungry that his chest was on his back, but for some reason, he didn't want to fill his stomach with other things at all, and his mind was full of snail noodles!Just like being dazed, I don't want to eat anything but this stuff.

Cheng Fei didn't understand where his sudden willfulness came from, but his dull tongue told him that he didn't want to give in.

Tired and hungry, Cheng Fei threw himself onto the bed unhappily, and fell asleep in a daze.

The dream was still restless, the little snake came out to harass him again, its long and slender body struggled to coil up, with a big empty bowl in its mouth, the tip of its tail pointed at the mouth of the bowl, and it frantically knocked on the bowl .

To eat!it's hungry!

And it also wants to eat snail noodles!

Cheng Fei laughed angrily: "I don't even have one, why are you dreaming?"

Seeing that he couldn't eat, the little snake arched its body and spat at him angrily.

Cheng Fei woke up suddenly, the feeling of being spat on in the dream was very vivid.He didn't hate the little snake, but his sleep quality was severely reduced after being disturbed for several days, so he couldn't help searching the Internet for "what does it mean when a man meets a snake".

As a result, the Internet gave him this answer:

[Snakes have sexual hints, indicating that you are dissatisfied with your recent desires; or that your current sexual life is happy and enjoyable]

Cheng Fei: "..."

He barely suppressed the urge to leave a bad review, and changed another set of keywords: What does it mean when a man dreams of a snake being spit on.

The web page was refreshed quickly, showing a line of words: [Indicating that you have physical needs for sex and desire pleasurable sex and love]

Cheng Fei: ...I believe in you!

He angrily gave the dream interpreter a "step on", and then angrily closed the browser.

Unexpectedly, the next day, the little broken snake repeated its old tricks and came to knock on the bowl again in the middle of the night, knocking harder than yesterday, and when it was not satisfied, it spit again and persisted His perseverance made Cheng Fei schizophrenic.

Is this TM he wants to eat, or his snake wants to eat it!

Cheng Fei caressed his skinny face from hunger, rubbed the dark circles under his eyes caused by lack of sleep, touched his stomach helplessly, and decided to satisfy his crazily clamoring appetite.

Isn't it just the stinky snail powder, can it still stump him?

The author has something to say: Little Snake: Baba, the nutrition is not enough QAQ

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If Xiao Feifei's key words were shortened, such as "what does it mean when a person meets a snake", then the ending would be different...cough cough cough cough cough cough