Pregnant with a small cannon fodder cub in the best abuse text

On Wednesday, the whole day is full of classes, which is a nightmare and difficult day for the illustration class.

Probably because he was afraid that he would not have enough to eat, Shao Tingfeng prepared a breakfast that was as rich as a running water mat, but he still stubbornly served a half-baked egg, which was out of place among the many exquisite and sophisticated breakfasts.

No matter how dull Cheng Fei was, he finally understood: "Did you cook the eggs?"

Shao Tingfeng's ears turned red: "Yes."

"Stuffed raw," Cheng Fei said expressionlessly, "Cook it for another 3 minutes."

Shao Tingfeng froze for a moment, then nodded heavily.The usually indifferent eyes were flattered and smiling.He thought that Cheng Fei was finally willing to say anything other than "get out" to him.

Cheng Fei also felt that the tail of the little cannon fodder, which was originally slumped, suddenly stood up again. The corpse-like body seemed to be injected with soul, and the eyes became more energetic.

Originally, I wanted the little cannon fodder to retreat, but now I couldn't help but think bitterly: Let's see how long you can hold on.

After breakfast, Cheng Fei took two cans of newly bought white paint and went to the studio.

In the Fine Arts Department of Snow College, professional courses are taken every two months, and there are two courses in a semester. The last section of human body sketching has ended, and now it is the turn of the still life gouache class.Compared with the simple four-open drawing paper before the exam, the sophomore course is much more difficult, and the drawing paper is mainly half-open and fully open.

Taking a professional class has already prepared the students for his skills. As expected, Teacher Xiao Cheng's colors are even more amazing, and his solid sketching skills make him superb in shaping. Gentle and gentle, but very bold in color, it is the kind of color matching style with a strong sense of conflict.

Especially in the professional classes in recent days, his color matching is extremely wild, and the collision of colors can blind people's eyes.

The sense of color is a subconscious that is difficult for painters to conceal, which fully shows that Xiao Cheng's mood has fluctuated a bit recently, so he should not be messed with.

Cheng Fei had just arrived in the classroom and was about to prepare for class when he suddenly saw his drawing board, which had been pasted with drawing paper in advance.

Going in and taking a closer look, the dust on the easel was also wiped off, and the dirty paint box on the utensil table was cleaned by someone at some point—the cleaning of the paint box of an art student is not Cleaning in the literal sense, during the painting process, because the painter frequently touches the paint with the brush, the colors of the paint box will always be mixed together in a mess every time a painting is finished, and the dirty color blocks need to be picked out regularly. And dilute and moisten the dried pigment, and then replenish it in time.

Washing the paint box is a very labor-intensive task. It can’t be done within two hours. Not to mention the skin peeling after washing the hands once, it often causes shoulder and neck pain. Most students drag it as long as they can. It’s really dirty. I only wash it once, and if the prodigal ordered it, I would just throw the whole dish away.

The moment Cheng Fei opened the paint box, one can imagine the surprise in his heart, especially when he saw that the white paint was pure and flawless, filling the two squares completely, he felt that the whole world was healed in an instant.

But soon, this joy lasted only five seconds, and Cheng Fei immediately realized who did it, and frowned slightly.

Shao Tingfeng invited him to have breakfast for a few days, even Michelin-starred, and now he secretly washes his tools, is he seriously trying to apologize and make up for what happened before?

It's obviously a primary school student's clumsy and naive flattery, but with his mature mind after living two lifetimes, he should have dismissed it.But when he thinks of the small cannon fodder that is often knocked over when washing dishes, washing his paint boxes one by one, I can't help but feel a little numb at the tip of my heart.

Shao Tingfeng arrived at the studio one minute before class.

Cheng Fei lightly met his eyes, and used to stare at him as if punching a card, but this time he didn't, but quickly looked away.

Shao Tingfeng's eyes darkened slightly, and he sat silently in another corner.In class, Shao Tingfeng occasionally looked at him with casual eyes. After being caught by him, he immediately lowered his eyes and looked away, but after a while, he sneaked over again.

Cheng Fei's face was a little hot when he was watched, and finally he puffed out his chest out of embarrassment, and simply let him look at it.Anyway, he has seen the embarrassing appearance of himself without clothes, can he still X-ray his internal organs?

During the break between classes, Cheng Fei was still admired by his classmates. Shao Tingfeng didn't come over, but just sat quietly in his seat.

Cheng Fei glanced at Xiao Cannon Fodder out of the corner of his eye while helping his classmates rework their drawings—as expected, the ghost-painted talisman, the gouache of Xiao Cannon Fodder, was even worse than the sketch.

Shao Tingfeng lowered his head and closed his eyes, looking like a scumbag who didn't want to improve at all.

Cheng Fei didn't want to talk to him at first, but every time he saw his clean seasoning board, there was something stirring in his heart, causing tiny ripples.Between the last two classes, he couldn't help standing up, walked slowly behind Shao Tingfeng, and unceremoniously took out the paintbrush from his hand.

Little Cannon Fodder was dozing off, and just about to turn his head slowly, he heard Cheng Fei's cool tone behind him: "Get up! Help you change a few strokes!"

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Obviously the other party's tone was cold and heartless, and his face was also smelly, but at a certain moment, he felt that he heard the sound of ice and snow melting.

Cheng Fei took his pen, threw it into the bucket to rinse it, and was about to dip it in the paint, when he was suddenly surprised by his dirty and dry paint box.

The paint box of the small cannon fodder has not been washed for at least a semester, and it is so dirty that the color cannot be seen, and all the paints have become "pseudo-advanced gray".Look at the brush again, huh, huh, serious splitting.

Cheng Fei put down his pen in disgust: "I won't change it."

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

All right, it's freezing again.

The next day, Cheng Fei came to the studio, and the drawing paper was pasted up carefully as before, flat and smooth, without any air bubbles.His paint tray was also just like yesterday, it was washed clean, half of the white paint was used, and it was filled to the brim.

Cheng Fei pursed his lips, before the little cannon fodder came, he secretly opened the paint box of the little cannon fodder and took a look.

Shao Tingfeng actually understood his disgust, and honestly washed his own paint box, but it was obviously not as meticulous as Cheng Fei's plate, some grids were still dirty, and he forgot to fill up the paint.

But the paintbrush that was split yesterday has been thrown away and replaced with the same brand and model as his.

Cheng Fei folded the brush, it was so soft, but his eyes gradually hardened.

It was another full day of class, and this day was no different from yesterday, the little cannon fodder was still peeking at him in class.The only difference is that he didn't patronize Shao Tingfeng's painting again, and he didn't offer to help him remake it.

When it was time to end the get out of class, the students rushed out of the classroom noisily. Shao Tingfeng was originally one of the first to leave, but today everyone left, and he was still sitting on the chair in a daze.

Cheng Fei left with the crowd, walked halfway and quietly returned to the studio, sneaked a peek inside the door, and sure enough saw that he was washing his palette and brushes slowly.A tall and thin boy, crowded around the small washbasin, carefully and patiently rinsed the color blocks on the brush with water, as if he was doing something big.

Cheng Fei looked at it for a while, sighed softly in his heart, then gently opened the door and walked over.

The sound of water covered up the sound of footsteps, and when Shao Tingfeng turned around after washing, he suddenly met Cheng Fei's expressionless face, clasping his fists with both hands, looking up at him slightly.

Shao Tingfeng was still shaking the paintbrush in his hand, seeing this, his hands froze in mid-air.

He unconsciously turned his eyes away, but he was reluctant to look away completely, so he stopped at Cheng Fei's still flat abdomen, feeling a little uneasy, not knowing what Cheng Fei wanted to say to him.

Cheng Fei sized him up and frowned slightly.

The little cannon fodder he used to eat and drink for several months seemed a bit haggard.

Shao Tingfeng put the brush away, and took the initiative to say something: "What's for dinner tonight? I'll pack it for you."

Cheng Fei stared at him resentfully, ate and ate, but he still didn't improve after opening his mouth.

Shao Tingfeng's voice became softer: "...I'll make it for you when I learn how to eat."

This is the sincerity of a dead house with five bodies, he feels it, but it is not what he wants.

Cheng Fei raised his forehead and sighed heavily: "Little Shao Shao, don't do this in the future, I won't take this."

Shao Tingfeng's gaze finally met his, brighter than usual, sincere, but a little childish.

"Then which set do you eat?" He asked in a low voice.

Cheng Fei was at a loss for words.

Which set do you want?He can't say it, but it's not such a childish flattery anyway, delivering breakfast, washing brushes, helping with homework, etc. If he was a middle school student, he might be very moved.Shao Tingfeng's performance was in line with his age, serious and innocent, but not what he wanted.

But it seems that Shao Tingfeng, who is only 20 years old, can't be asked to do anything earth-shattering. He can't let Shao Tingfeng turn back time, or find out the person who drugged him and beat him up, or...

Cheng Fei avoided his gaze: "Forget it, I asked you to come out to remind you that your family is going bankrupt. Instead of spending the past few days with me here, it's better to spend time with those jackals and leopards in your house as soon as possible." Pick some meat out of your mouth and eat."

Since the last time he saw Qin Shenlun appearing in Shao's, he had been secretly paying attention to it. As expected, the news of the complete change of ownership of the Shaw's hotel was reported in the local news in the past two days.Qin Shenlun's team also tried to annex the others, and the Shao family was so anxious that they were raising money everywhere. Even Shi Zhen triumphantly revealed in the dormitory that the Shao family was borrowing money from his father, and his father deliberately borrowed 250 to mock Shao Home.

Cheng Fei comforted himself, it was not because he was worried about Shao Tingfeng, he was very ruthless, and he was just planning to extort a sum of child support from Xiao Baozi from the cannon fodder!

The male birds know that they need to build a nest to hatch their eggs, and neither he nor the child will agree if Shao Tingfeng is not squeezed out.

Shao Tingfeng was silent, thoughtful.

·

After spending a few days in Shizhen's dormitory, it was time for Cheng Fei's live broadcast on the eve of the weekend.

Living with Shi Zhen, an old anchor, Cheng Fei finally realized how different their live broadcasting styles are.Shizhen is a daily cast anchor, and the content of the live broadcast is loose and boundless. He must show his face every day to maintain the popularity.

And he belongs to the boutique route, the content of the live broadcast is designed in advance, the rhythm is relaxed, and the content is full and interesting.That's why he can still firmly grasp the hearts of the audience with a "low-key" once or twice a week, but this also means that the quality of his live broadcast needs to be guaranteed every time.

In the past, Cheng Fei was at ease, and never really had a headache for live broadcasts, but here at Shizhen, he experienced for the first time what it was like to be overturned in a live broadcast.

There are no tools in Shizhen’s dormitory, all of them were bought temporarily; on the day of the live broadcast, the kitchen light was broken halfway through, and in the end Shizhen held up the emergency light and mobile phone to light him up. Needless to say, the ingredients were all in a lump, even the fair-skinned Cheng Fei couldn't resist, and he was so dark that he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

However, the theme of this live broadcast is the first episode of the "Basic Molecular Cuisine Series" that Cheng Fei intends to focus on. Because of this, it can't show any bells and whistles. Instead, it looks like a live broadcast of roasted sweet potatoes in a slum.

Although the barrage is quite tolerant and did not criticize the host, but after all, it is the first time that so many accidents have occurred, and I can't help but complain a few words.

[Is this kitchen in Zhenzhen's dormitory?too ugly! 】

[The kitchen is still warm and beautiful]

[Ouch, this is the first time I feel that Zhenzhen is so noisy]

[Zhen Zhen light up well and don't talk, I can't even hear Fei Fei's voice]

【What should I do, I miss my former quiet roommate】

[Can I invite my former roommate to eat together after it's done?If he’s not here, I’ll always have jio’s shortcomings…]

Cheng Fei sighed heavily when he saw the barrage.

Shizhen's kitchen furnishings are extremely un-ergonomic, and many of the actions when cooking are not as smooth as before. As a cook, he certainly prefers the familiar cooking environment, especially the many utensils in the kitchen are carefully selected by him. Nursing and placing according to his own habits is as caring as an old friend, allowing him to concentrate on live broadcasting.

But seeing Shao Tingfeng mentioned in the barrage, he secretly dismissed the idea.Tsk, they haven't reconciled yet, he doesn't want to go back.

Cheng Fei was a little absent-minded. Halfway through the live broadcast, there was a knock on the door.

Shi Zhen hurriedly ran to open the door, and ten seconds later, his noisy voice seemed to be choked by something, and there was no sound.

Then when he came back, Junior Brother Shao followed behind him.

Cheng Fei frowned, feeling embarrassed to chase away people in front of so many spectators.

Shao Tingfeng was wearing a peaked cap with the brim pressed down very low, and he didn't speak. With an indoor ladder under his arm, he walked slowly into the kitchen.

Looking up at the burned out kitchen lamp, Shao Tingfeng silently unfolded the spare lamp, climbed up, and changed the lamp tube for them in a strange way.It seems that his technique should be learned now, but the little cannon fodder may have a bit of talent, and soon the lights are turned on again.

The bright light made the ingredients in the live broadcast room juicy and delicious.

From when he entered the room to when the light was repaired, it took only 3 minutes, and the live broadcast room was shocked.

[Wow, the former roommate of the fairy]

【I thought he could only eat, but I didn't expect him to repair lamps】

[Why did Feifei come to stay with Zhenzhen? Is this roommate not good?]

[Why doesn't the country assign me such a little brother]

Just when the bullet screen praised Shao Tingfeng to the sky, the little cannon fodder after changing the lamp came down from the ladder, then turned to face Cheng Fei, and took out a handful from his arms——

...Chinese kitchen knife.

The blade was protected from its sheath, but the shiny back of the blade shone brightly under the new light.

Barrage:? ? ? ? ?

"The one you like to use the most, I took it down for you." Shao Tingfeng held the knife in both hands sincerely, and handed it forward.

Cheng Fei: "..."

To a chef, a knife is as important as a paintbrush is to a painter. There are indeed more than a dozen knives on his knife holder, each of which is a carefully selected favorite knife, but Shao Tingfeng's dedication is really... It's hard to describe .

Cheng Fei took the knife in a trance, probably because of the glare of the knife, he was afraid to look at the little cannon fodder in front of him.

He obviously told the little cannon fodder to leave him alone, but he didn't listen to him, and insisted on showing courtesy.He should be angry, he should scold the little cannon fodder for being ignorant, but he lost his temper because of this nonsensical and unreasonable hospitality.

After a long while, he said in a vicious voice, "You are stupid, this is not my favorite, this one is not expensive enough!"

"Oh," Shao Tingfeng nodded, "Then I'll bring another expensive one next time."

Barrage: Puff ha ha ha ha ha ha.

[Caring roommates send knives thousands of miles away, love love love]

【Leave a meal for him tonight】

Cheng Fei: "No, there will be no next time."

Shi Zhen tugged at his sleeve: "Fei Feizi, don't be so fierce!"

Cheng Fei ignored him, and put on a face: "Seeing off the guests."

Shi Zhen: "..."

Shi Zhen looked at Shao Tingfeng in embarrassment, he didn't dare to chase away the master.

Shao Tingfeng did not move, he was not very sensitive to emotions, but at this time Cheng Fei's eyelids were trembling slightly, his long eyelashes were like a small fan, sweeping the tear mole at the corner of his eyes from time to time, his momentum weakened a bit , giving birth to a trace of imperceptible helplessness for no reason.

After a while, he pursed his lips and lowered his eyes: "Then can I wait with a bowl like the senior?"

Cheng Fei waved the spoon: "No way!"

Shi Zhen: ...hehe

I didn't expect Shao Tingfeng to have such a day, even worse than himself, not even qualified to squat at the door, so happy, so happy!

Half an hour later, Cheng Fei's molecular cuisine was finally ready. It was a sweet potato dessert, which he divided into two portions and served on the dinner table.Shi Zhen excitedly rubbed the hands of the fly, and was about to aspire to be the best food broadcaster for his relatives and roommates, but Cheng Fei wrapped up one of them and raised his chin at him.

"Send this to Little bastard Shao."

Shi Zhen: "..."

Shi Zhen: "Oh no, what about mine?"

Cheng Fei scraped some leftovers from the pot: "Your ones are here, anyway, you've already had dinner, so just make up your mind."

Shi Zhen: "........."

Shi Zhen took the packing box and went away in tears all the way. When he handed the things in Shao Tingfeng's hands, he was like an old father marrying his daughter, crying to his heart's content.

"I beg you, be more serious when you have conflicts! It's really not easy for seniors to grow up so big!"

·

Because of this small episode, the heat in the live broadcast room has returned to normal, and when the broadcast was about to be broadcast at the end, a local rich father who had attracted the attention of countless anchors once again spent a lot of money, filling a hundred luxurious ranches, smashing Feiran's live broadcast room jumped to the first place in the cream real-time popularity list, becoming the most beautiful cub among the new anchors.

That night, Cheng Fei received a message from the wealthy father.

Tyrant: [Sweet potatoes are delicious]

Cheng Fei was taken aback, thinking that the local tyrant had tasted it without anyone noticing it. Just as he was about to type, the other party added another sentence.

Tyrant: [Looks like]

Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief, embarrassed to deceive his father, and repeatedly replied: [I'm sorry to receive so many rewards from you, in fact, I didn't do it perfectly tonight, it's a failure. 】

Local tycoon:【? 】

Fei Ran: [Recently, I had a conflict with my roommate, and the live broadcast status is not good.I will strive to adapt to the new environment as soon as possible, and I am worthy of your support]

The rich father suddenly fell silent, and the screen "the other party is typing" flickered for 10 minutes.

In the end, the local tyrant's father sent a sentence: [There is a conflict, it can be reconciled]

Seeing this sentence, Cheng Fei felt overwhelmed with the desire to confide.I can't tell the people around me about the matter with Shao Tingfeng. After thinking about it, it seems that it would be good to tell the netizens.

Feiran: [I don't want to, he did something too much]

Fei Ran: [But he is really pitiful, several times I have an urge to bring him back]

Feiran: [You can bring it back, trouble will come later]

Local tycoon:……

This time the local tyrant came back quickly: [What's the trouble?]

Cheng Fei looked at the three combos he sent out, and chose the shortest reason out of a bunch of reasons: 【Too edible, can't afford it】

The author has something to say: Fei Fei is struggling on the verge of abuse or not...

(Today is fat change)