Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

Huang Lie came to Qingjiang City on a business trip. In the past two days, he was operating a CFO to change jobs and needed to travel frequently.

Pian Baihe is writing a song and doesn't want to move.

Huang Lie had no choice but to help keep the hotel open for a few more days, but he was still worried after repeatedly instructing him, so he asked Liao Chu to take care of him, and then left in a hurry.

Considering Bai He's road-crazy degree, Liao Chu woke up early and prepared to go to the hotel to pick him up.

Who would have thought that as soon as the rolling door was opened, Bai He would have been standing at the door!

Yo!

Grow up!

After walking for more than ten minutes in the middle, I didn't get lost?

Bai He was unexpectedly calm, as if flicking a speck of dust off his clothes, he wrote lightly, "It's nothing."

If Liao Chu hadn't discovered the navigation page that he hadn't had time to exit, he would have believed it.

The sun had just risen from the horizon, and there was a faint mist floating in the air. When the sun shone, it turned orange-red.

The cool wind blows, the mist flows, and the fine water vapor reflects a shimmer that is almost like a jewel.

It's too early, there are no diners in the store, only children who are seriously grooming.

"Hello, Uncle Bai!"

As my uncle said before, this is a very shy uncle, so don't disturb him casually.

Looking at the empty shop, Bai He breathed a sigh of relief, and walked to the innermost place against the wall familiarly.

It's very hidden here, if you don't pay special attention, no one will notice at all.

But he can secretly observe the situation outside.

For social fears with mild depression tendencies, it is approximately equal to safety.

Liao Chu went over to serve him a cup of hot water, and looked at the top of his head, okay, it was sour, salty and astringent.

The condensed fruit is a richer dark blue color than usual, like a vast ocean under the sun, deep and bottomless.

The man is tense.

They were clearly afraid of death, but they still pretended to be calm.

He and Huang Lie also persuaded him before, saying that if they are really afraid of people, if it doesn't work, let's be behind the scenes.

But Bai He said no.

Creation requires a lot of information input. If you want to give songs touching emotions and resonate with the audience, you must have a deep understanding of the fireworks in the world...

Liao Chu shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand nonchalantly to dispel his anxiety.

"Eat raw pan-fried buns in the morning, and I'll bring them to you later."

Pan-fried buns are mostly popular in the south. Although they are occasionally found in the north, they can only be regarded as a minority.

A small and round one, like the landscape and humanities in the south, shy and delicate.

In addition to pork, it is best to add a little meat jelly to the raw fried filling. After being heated in the pot, it will be melted into a delicious soup by rubbing it secretly.

The action of "bao" can be said to be perfect, except that the folds of ordinary buns are on the top and the bottom is fried.

Liao Chu's ten fingers moved quickly, and the flat dough quickly gathered together, and snow-white buns the size of walnuts took shape.

The oiled pan was already hot, and enough was put in it, with the folds facing down, and the rounded tops were close together, like small mushrooms popping up in the forest after the rain.

Bai He watched secretly, gradually becoming fascinated.

Coming out this trip has been very rewarding.

He found that all walks of life have their own rhythms, like different styles of ballads, either enthusiastic or restrained...

"Song of the Laborer"!

This time-rich vocabulary suddenly popped up, like fragments that had been dusty for a long time, splashing bursts of historical smoke and dust in the tumbling.

Liao Chu held a special small kettle and sprinkled water along the sides of the pot and in the gaps between the mushroom heads.

The moment the hot oil at the bottom of the pot came into contact with the clear water, an astonishing enthusiasm erupted immediately.

"嗤啦~"

The dense water vapor surged up like a mushroom cloud, blurring this small world.

Cover the lid and wait for three to two minutes, then sprinkle a little water;

Repeat this twice, and the pot can be opened.

The sound of hot oil pouring into the pot, the sound of the lid colliding, the sound of water vapor dripping, and the urging of the diners waiting to be fed...all are mixed in the atmosphere of this world, which lasts for a long time.

Bai He's head seemed to be knocked lightly by something, the bag of inspiration burst, and colorful rhythms and musical notes surged out of it, spinning like a carousel.

Yes, that's it, that's it!

He was fascinated, bewitched, grabbed the napkin on the table and buried himself in writing, pausing every now and then, his empty left hand dancing up and down in the void, his five fingers fluttering nimbly, as if he were plucking invisible strings.

Hey~

thump~

ding ding dong~

Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound, both are stuffed pastries, and there are always some similarities between them.

Steamed buns, soup dumplings, pan-fried buns... Shengjian are both similar to them, but not like them.

Distant relatives!

Liao Chu wielded a big shovel, went down the side of the pot, and shoveled out six or seven of them in one go.

The originally perfect pan-fried group immediately lacked a big hole, allowing people to see that under the plump and delicate "mushrooms" was a golden crispy crust.

Following Liao Chu's movements, the crackers were torn apart with a crisp sound.

If you eat it in your mouth, it will be so fragrant and crispy!

Eating steamed stuffed buns alone is unavoidably boring. Today, Liao Chu mainly recommends fried rice with duck blood vermicelli soup.

If there are diners who are not used to the taste of duck, there is also sticky and fragrant millet porridge.

Millet has a gentle temperament and is the most nourishing for the stomach. A bowl of golden and warm food will make you feel comfortable all day long.

Liao Chu shoveled out six of them, separated them one by one before handing them to Guoguo, "Hot."

Since coming to Liao Kee Restaurant, the kids have improved their cooking skills by leaps and bounds, and they are quite experienced in handling this kind of soupy food.

She first climbed into the child's reclining chair, skillfully put on a bib for herself, and used her practice chopsticks to poke a small hole in the pan-fried bun.

After the small puff of heat had dissipated, she poured the soup from the steamed stuffed bun into the spoon in a decent manner, puffed her cheeks a few more times, and then drank it in one go.

Soft, slippery, warm, like... like Teacher Yuyu!

Wow, is this the deliciousness that uncle said?

delicious!

The top of the pan-fried buns that have lost the protection of the soup collapses quickly when they are cold. At this time, dip them in the vinegar dish, and the slightly sweet and sour fragrance comes out, and they form a new deliciousness with the meat filling.

The tender skin, the strong meat filling, and the crispy and refreshing rice crust...

After one bite, three kinds of delicious flavors come one after another, giving people a strong impact.

Guoguo stretched out half of her cheeks, trying to chew with her baby teeth.

The child with poor words couldn't describe it, he just squinted his two big eyes, his small body was shaking with its own rhythm, and his feet were turning and turning.

I have eaten something good again!

After eating one raw fried food, the rumbling hunger eased a bit, and Guoguo cheered up again to fight the duck blood vermicelli soup.

The crystal clear vermicelli is slippery, mischievous and naughty, just as difficult to pinch as rice noodles.

She pressed her small mouth tightly against the wall of the bowl, wriggling her petal-like lips, "Hiss, hiss~"

Hee hee, it's so easy to play, like pudding!

The old duck broth is crystal clear, with crisp and tender duck intestines, soft and glutinous duck liver, springy duck blood, and strong duck gizzards generously distributed in the middle...

Although it is a meat dish, the viscera has less fat, and the whole thing is very refreshing. Even a big bowl of soup with ingredients will make your stomach feel comfortable.

Liu Xi and Qianqian were sweating profusely after eating a plate of raw fried food. They looked at each other and quickly reached an agreement:

"Boss Uncle Liao, have another serving!"

It's good to work when you're full.

Chi Jiajia, who is diagonally opposite, vividly interprets the Sunday of social animals:

She got up late again and was eating like crazy.

Hey, my weight loss plan!

Just as Liao Chu was passing by, Chi Jiajia quickly reached out to stop him, looked at the corner and asked in a low voice, "Boss, is that man Baihe?"

Liao Chu raised his eyebrows with a playful expression.

Can you see it from the back?

Chi Jiajia understood in seconds, that's it!

She couldn't hide her excitement and said: "I have liked him for many years, can I have an autograph?"

Because Bai He always sat in the corner with his head down and didn't talk to anyone, and Huang Lie was blocking the outside, she wasn't sure at first.

It wasn't until yesterday, when Bai He bent down to pick up the pencil that fell on the ground, that the hood slipped off accidentally, revealing half of his face, did Chi Jiajia believe in his own judgment.

If it was any other idol, Chi Jiajia would have gone straight to it by herself, but Baihe couldn't.

Die-hard fans all know that he is socially phobic and extremely resistant to communicating with strangers, and they consciously do not pick up the plane or harass.

Liao Chu turned his head and glanced at Bai He.

That guy is like a child, half lying on the table eating raw fried food, the whole person is like a big mushroom.

"Let me ask for you."

Liao Chu knew that Baihe was actually very grateful to those true fans, but the psychological barrier was difficult to overcome, so opponents often used this to black him.

Chi Jiajia was overjoyed, clasped his hands together and said, "Boss, you are so handsome and kind-hearted! Don't worry, I will never harass him, and I won't leak the news. If you can, just get my autograph for me. I don't have to go!"

Liao Chu nodded, and went over to tell Chi Jiajia's request.

Sure enough, Bai He didn't refuse, and even took out a new notebook from his big backpack, "What's it called?"

"Chi Jiajia."

Bai He wrote a few lines on the first page of the notebook:

"Ms. Chi Jiajia, thank you for your love and understanding, it is a great honor, and I will repay you with better music.

I wish you good health and happiness, Baihe. "

It's not the usual cursive script for artists, but a regular script with horizontal, horizontal and vertical iron-painted silver hooks, just like myself.

It looks very comfortable.

When Liao Chu went back to look for Chi Jiajia with his notebook, he found that the girl had gone outside at some point.

Panting, she gave Liao Chu a rose she just bought from across the street, and said seriously: "Please pass it on to Bai He, and tell him not to be afraid, just be yourself, we are always here."

Liao Chu has never chased stars before, so he can't understand some fans' desperate behavior for their idols.

But at this moment, the girl's eyes are so sincere, so firm, yet moving.

Sincere feelings deserve to be respected.

Liao Chu took Rose, "Okay, I will help convey every word."

Chi Jiajia opened the notebook, tears filled her eyes instantly.

She clutched the notebook to her chest and took a deep breath, as if she could draw strength from it, and the fighting spirit suddenly surged in her tired body and mind.

Idols are fighting hard, so what am I afraid of? !

Come on, Chi Jiajia!

struggle!

After receiving the rose, Bai He was stunned for a moment.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Thank you for liking me.

He is sensitive by nature, easy to feel inferior, and often doubts himself, doubts whether he is bad, and doubts that he is not worthy of being liked by so many people.

Occasionally seeing other artists enthusiastically interacting with fans, he would also be envious, and then further blamed himself and doubted himself...

I don't deserve it, I don't deserve so many people's love...

But now, someone told himself sincerely:

Bai He, just be yourself!

Thank you Chi Jiajia.

Thank you everyone who supports and likes me.

I will work hard to become a better version of myself.

Although it is the weekend, most people are still busy with their livelihoods.

After nine o'clock, the number of diners in Liao Kee's restaurant quickly decreased.

Today Liuxi is going to take Qianqian back to her hometown to see her grandparents, so she can't play with Guoguo anymore.

The two children made an exaggerated parting:

One was holding the window of the car, and the other was standing by the side of the road, tears pouring down.

"Qianqian, you have to come back early!"

"Guoguo, I will miss you!"

"Qianqian~!"

"Guoguo~!"

Liao Chu: "..."

Liu Xi: "..."

What are you doing, you can meet again at the kindergarten tomorrow morning, okay?

Looking at the car going away, Guoguo couldn't control his grief, so he lay on Liao Chu's shoulder and wailed loudly.

But when the latter said that he would make her a new snack, the grief quickly disappeared.

"What snacks?"

The little girl still had crystal clear teardrops on her cheeks, sobbing as she hugged her uncle's neck, but she was already swallowing her saliva ahead of time.

Liao Chu was helpless.

This sadness is too perfunctory.

Liao Chu's new dim sum is old-fashioned egg rolls, the main ingredients are batter, eggs and milk.

It sounds simple, but it is not so easy to make it delicious.

Guoguo lay on the counter to watch him stir the batter as before, and accidentally saw the white crane in the corner, and asked in a low voice, "Why does Uncle Bai sit alone?"

Liao Chu heated up the iron plate, took a spoonful of batter and spread it out, "It's like some people like sour, some like sweet, some like to play with friends, and some like to sit by themselves. "

In the past, when he was exhausted, he didn't bother to talk to others, he just wanted to find a corner to nest in a daze.

Guo Guo frowned and thought for a while, "But I think Uncle Bai is very sad."

Liao Chu was shocked by the little guy's sharpness.

Bai He does have a tendency towards depression.

People with this kind of psychological problems often fall into low and depressed emotions inexplicably, and feel unexplained sadness.

Huang Lie was worried that he would have a big problem alone, so he took him out for a walk after consulting a psychiatrist.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, and now it is just a tendency, and it can be reversed by active guidance.

But only the three of them knew about this matter, not even Bai He's parents.

But Guoguo only saw Bai He for a few times, and was able to find out his sadness...

The color of the batter on the iron plate quickly became lighter and gradually solidified. The rich aroma of wheat and milk intertwined and became more mellow.

Liao Chu quickly spread a layer of fine bean paste on it, and rolled it up with long chopsticks.

When the heat dissipates, the egg rolls with bean paste will be ready.

The thick custard batter is crispy and crispy, and there is a layer of reddish-brown bean paste inside, which is delicate and smooth, and the double taste is wonderful.

If the weather is hot, you can also make some delicate and smooth ice cream and put it in it, isn't it just ice cream cone?

Guoguo was very greedy, but resisted not eating, instead picked up the plate with the egg rolls and ran away.

Bai He was huddling in a corner where no one was around as usual, looking at the lyrics book for a while, and looking at the delicate and charming rose for a while, his eyes wandered, and his thoughts didn't know where to go.

Suddenly, he heard extremely slight footsteps coming from behind, and instinctively froze his body, and then prayed violently in his heart:

Don't talk to me, don't talk to me, don't talk to me...

The footsteps were getting closer, and then the little hand that had been holding the plate appeared at the end of the field of vision.

The little hands rubbed forward, trying to push the plate to the side of the table without being noticed, and then poked the middle with the white and tender little finger.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of footsteps quickly disappeared along the direction they came from.

But Bai He could tell that the other party hadn't gone too far.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his long eyelashes trembled, and he looked down at the plate.

In the middle of the white plate was a single large egg roll, emitting a faint aroma.

He turned his head and found a bulging belly protruding from the corner, obviously someone was spying secretly.

"I saw you."

Bai He doesn't like dealing with people very much, except for well-behaved and sensible children.

In his eyes, these cubs are pure and clean, without evil intentions, just like small animals in the wild.

Guoguo sucked her stomach hard, covered her face, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm not here."

I can't see my uncle, so my uncle can't see me.

The two were talking several meters apart in an empty restaurant.

"For me?"

"alright!"

"why?"

"I like Uncle Bai."

Bai He was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

Guoguo came out from behind the wall, tilted her head, and said little by little, "I just like it."

The little girl's eyes were black and white, as clear as a pool of spring water, not stained by a speck of dust.

Liao Chu, who was paying attention to the situation here, breathed a sigh of relief, "Guoguo, come get the egg roll."

This little thing, I only took one, how can the two share it?

Later, Guoguo went over with a plate.

She pursed her lips, and tentatively took a step towards the white crane table.

The latter glanced at her and said nothing.

Guoguo's eyes lit up.

Uncle Bai didn't drive me away!

The little girl took another step, then the third step, the fourth step...

A few minutes later, she managed to sit opposite Bai He.

One big and one small looked at each other for a moment, while lowering their heads to eat the egg roll.

"click~"

"click~"

"click~"

The egg rolls are very crispy, crispy and fragrant, and the bean paste is very thin, smooth and sweet. The mood of the two of them is calm and happy.

"Uncle Bai..."

Bai He looked up and found that the mouth of the little guy opposite was full of omelet scum, so he silently took out a tissue and handed it over.

She wiped it carelessly with the unrestrained spirit of washing her face, shaking her legs and asked, "Do you like goldfish?"

Bai He blinked, but didn't say he liked it or didn't say he didn't like it.

Guoguo seemed to be encouraged, "I invite you to see the goldfish!"

Then Liao Chu saw the big and small ones walking outside the door one after the other.

Guoguo grabbed the wishing bowl, no, it was a fish bowl, and greeted the big-tailed goldfish inside with a smile: "Hello, Yuyu!"

The white crane that squatted down was about the same height as her, and its eyes were also at the same height, staring at the goldfish floating on the water:

What a big eyeball!

The big goldfish "Blu~" vomited a bubble, flicked its tail, and swam down again.

Bah, you're the one with big eyes!

This is beauty, do you understand the beauty of goldfish?

Some time ago, the water lily seeds sent by Aunt Zhao have germinated, and some round and small leaves even extend out in some places. They are green, and together with the slender and graceful rhizomes, they float up and down with the water waves.

Guoguo laughed, "Uncle Bai, isn't it pretty?"

Bai He nodded, a little envious.

It looks really comfortable in the water.

"Uncle Bai, do you have a wish?" Guoguo asked suddenly.

Bai He was at a loss.

Do I have a wish?

It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no.

Guoguo rested her chubby chin on the edge of the fish tank and squeezed a layer of flesh, "Everyone says making a wish here is so effective!"

The little girl rummaged through the pockets on her body, and took out all the lining, but was frustrated to find that there was not even a steel coin.

She is not yet old enough to have pocket money.

Just pouted, a shiny coin suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Bai He handed it forward, and said earnestly, "The return gift of the egg roll."

"Thank you, Uncle." The little girl took the coin, recalling how she saw others throw it before, holding the coin with two chubby hands, lifting it to the air and releasing it.

Under the watchful eyes of the white crane, the round coin flipped continuously in the air, refracting dazzling white light, and then fell into the water tank with a "plop", splashing a small crown-shaped water splash.

Guoguo immediately clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and prayed devoutly:

"I hope Uncle Bai will be happy in the future!"

"Detected the power of pure faith!"

The system that hadn't appeared for a few days finally went online again, and the tone seemed a little excited.

The residents of this world generally have collapsed beliefs, either worship money, or yearn for power...

As the power of faith increases, there should be more believers, and the harvest will become easier and easier.

But it has not seen such pure power of faith for a long time.

Liao Chu is no longer surprised by its behavior of disappearing every two days.

From the point of view of the customer service staff, the system seems a bit incompetent?

But he doesn't know if there is a second system in this world, so there is actually no reference, and it's hard to say.

He glanced sideways, "Guoguo?"

The power of pure faith... His heart was soft.

This is also a manifestation of the little girl's trust in herself.

"Children's hearts are pure, so, in a sense, they even have the energy to change the world." The system said lazily.

Therefore, it is not surprising to detect a strong power of faith from a child.

Liao Chu was thoughtful.

He seems to have another understanding of the phrase "children are the future of the motherland".

That night, Bai He unexpectedly slept soundly.

In the dark, it seems that there is some magical power to comfort him, making him fall into a dream that he hasn't seen for a long time.

There is no dispute in the dream, no intrigue, only harmony and warmth.

Fragrant and sweet.

Like the bean paste egg rolls eaten during the day.

After waking up the next morning, Bai He opened his eyes and stared at the roof for a long time, feeling that the sweet dream receded like a tide, feeling lost.

But he doesn't seem to be as depressed as he used to be.

Go to a restaurant where you feel comfortable.

However, the joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

When Mr. Bai He, a severe social fear patient, rarely came to the restaurant with expectations, he found that his friend was wearing a pain mask, and his profound facial features were full of bitterness and hatred.

what happened?

He gestured with his eyes.

Liao Chu pinched the center of his eyebrows, "The kindergarten will hold a parent-child chorus..."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Xi on the other side also let out a dull sigh.

Qingye Kindergarten attaches great importance to the parent-child relationship, and every year there will be many interactive sessions between the school and the family.

It will be the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day soon. According to the usual practice, the children in the middle class and the senior class will hold a cultural performance.

And the cubs in the small class have just entered school and are young. Most of them don't have any talent and tacit understanding, so they just sing in chorus.

but……

It's too difficult for two people, one audiophile and the other social fear.

It's really hard.

Guoguo and Qianqian didn't know the difficulties of the parents yet, but they were very happy when they heard that they were going to sing with their uncle and dad, and they were already discussing what snacks to bring that day.

Yes, children's concerns are always so strange.

There was a lot of mourning among the parents.

Most of them are busy and not good at singing.

Now that the festive season is approaching, I am already very busy, but it is very difficult to spare time for three group practice sessions as required.

But accompanying children's growth is far more important than making money.

So the difficulty is... most people can't sing.

Losing money is a small matter, but losing face is a big matter!

Today's breakfast is San Ding Baozi, which belongs to Huaiyang Cuisine, and San Xian Baozi, which is more popular.

The former has diced chicken, diced meat, and diced bamboo shoots as fillings, while the latter is filled with pork, eggs, and mushrooms. The soup is rich, but it still cannot soothe the hearts of novice parents.

Speaking of which, one of the characteristics of Chinese food is flexibility.

Even with the same food, different families and different people can have different combinations.

For example, the three fresh buns can be pork, eggs and mushrooms, or leeks, eggs and vermicelli, or even dried shrimps, fungus, carrots, etc., can be stuffed boldly.

As long as "fresh" is enough!

Mr. Li broke open a vegetarian one, first sucked the clear mushroom soup inside, and then said with satisfaction: "Don't be afraid."

Hey, the mushrooms are too fresh. It reminds him of the mushroom pot that he ate when he was a guest at his aunt's house in Yunnan with his parents.

It is really a rare beauty in the world, and it has been unforgettable for decades.

It's just that the stamina is a bit strong. A few hours later, a group of people were taken to the emergency room of the hospital to see villains and go boating...

Are you afraid?

know.

Dare to eat?

dare...

Old man Song took a bite of meat, and felt that the chicken soup and gravy mixed with the crisp bamboo shoots were really indescribably delicious.

The skin of the buns is kneaded with great effort, it is very flexible, it can form a nest when you press it lightly, and then it can spring back by itself immediately.

The rich marinade of the steamed stuffed bun seeps into the dough, tastes delicious, but does not leak, moist and soft, so beautiful.

He took another one, and this time he carefully bit off half of it, and dipped the rest in some rice vinegar.

The sourness of the vinegar intensifies the tenderness of the meat, and the good taste goes straight to the top of the sky, making him want to be overwhelmed.

People are getting old and their skin and flesh are slack, so why don't they have some meat to fill it up?

"Isn't this a ready-made teacher?" Uncle Song pointed at himself and the old buddy with ease, and then looked at Bai He, "The young man looks a little familiar, he also plays music, right?"

A while ago he was teaching Guoguo to play the erhu, and the little girl messed up her rhythm twice. Before the others could react, the young man had already turned his face away.

There is a mistake in the song, Zhou Lang Gu.

You can't do it without a solid background in music.

After knowing each other for so long, Bai He saw Liao Chu in such a difficult situation for the first time, and he was determined to solve his friend's problems.

"What song is it?"

Liao Chu forwarded the score to him.

Bai He glanced at him, silently expressing his disgust:

That's it?

Uncle Song also ordered a copy, squinted his old eyes and looked at it for a long time, then hummed on the spot.

"Look, this rhythm is very simple, a cycle of four bars, bright and catchy."

While speaking, the aroma of Sanding buns was sprayed out.

Today is the old man of the Sanding steamed stuffed bun flavor!

Liao Chu and Liu Xi gritted their teeth and looked at it with solemn expressions.

Uncle Li shook his head, "You can't just look at it, you have to open your mouth."

Liao Chu took a deep breath and sang a few lines with no expression on his face.

silence.

There was silence.

Silence is Cambridge this morning.

Uncle Song picked out his ears, turned around and asked the old man doubtfully:

"We both sang the same song?"

Good guy, really good guy.

It cannot be said that it is completely wrong, it can only be said that there is not a single word in the rhythm!

Liao Chu was silent, his already cold face looked cooler.

But Liu Xi felt that he was very remarkable, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked over:

The cow is big!

How dare you sing in front of people? !

Uncle Song's stubbornness came to the fore.

Oh, hey, I don't believe it, there is no student in the world that I can't teach!

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people in the store, Uncle Song ate the buns in two mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, and broke each word into pieces.

Liao Chuduan was sitting upright, with a straight back and firm eyes, and he asked for advice sincerely, following every word.

then……

Uncle Song lifted the table angrily:

"I don't teach anymore!"

If you meet such a student, you will not be guaranteed at the end of the festival!

They are both nephews and uncles who are connected by blood, so how can someone teach a child like Guoguo, but you are a lump of elm!

After all, Uncle Li is kinder, after deliberating for a long time, he tactfully persuaded:

"Young man, I was born to be useful, and I will be the number one scholar in my career. Look at those ordinary people outside, they can live well without singing."

In a word, stop singing, it is better to build a seven-level pagoda.

Liao Chu: "..."

Is it that bad?

He frowned and looked at Baihe.

Bai He sent the recording of his singing just now to Huang Lie, with a sincere expression on his face, "You can't."

Liao Chu: "..."

To shut up.

Half a minute later, Huang Lie's message came back.

He laughed crazily inside, and asked Liao Chu what he couldn't think about.

With Liao Chu's figure, face, and temperament, as long as he has a bit of artistic talent, he would have contacted a brokerage company to make his debut a few years ago.

Bai He was in a good mood, and typed with the corners of his lips slightly curled up, "Parent-child chorus in kindergarten."

Huang Lie made a speech, which started with a "hahaha" laugh, and then summed it up concisely, "He can't!"

Then he asked Bai He again, "What do you say?"

Bai He glanced at Liao Chu, who was full of depression, and typed happily:

"He can't."

Huang Lie: "...hahahahahahaha!"