After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Feng Yin was preparing dinner, and Lan Tian came over with a bag of shrimps and opened the bag.

"Live shrimps are fresh. I bought them from a fishing boat outside."

Feng Yin glanced down and said in agreement: "How do you want to eat it?"

"Stewed prawns in oil? I only know how to eat them, but I don't know how to make them."

Lan Tian, ​​who spoke the truth, was waiting for Feng Yin's command.

"It's quite fresh and tender. Just boil it. Can you pee first?"

After Feng Yin finished speaking, he continued to deal with the vegetables in his hands, cutting what should be cut, and chopping what should be chopped.

"Urine? Can I eat after peeing?"

"Everyone needs to pee. If you don't pee, it won't taste good."

Feng Yin didn't think there was any ambiguity in her words. She continued to concentrate on handling the dishes and didn't see Lan Tian's troubled expression.

Lan Tian stared at a bag of shrimps and felt his belly.

"Is it okay to wait? Not now."

"What's not there?"

Feng Yin finally tilted his head and saw Lan Tian's awkward and awkward expression and body language.

"Lantian, I'm talking about peeing on the shrimp, not putting your urine in the shrimp."

Lan Tian's expression was frozen and he gave an awkward smile.

"I know, I know!"

With a flick of the brush, Lan Tian ran away with the shrimp.

Feng Yin laughed without holding back at all.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, Cheng Yanqiu ended today's shooting.

Feeling exhausted, the first thing he did when he came back was to lean on Feng Yin.

Feng Yin, who was sitting on the sofa in the RV, let Cheng Yanqiu lie on her lap.

"Close your eyes."

"Ah."

Cheng Yanqiu obediently closed his eyes and felt Feng Yin's fingers pressing on his head.

He hummed comfortably, and his whole body began to relax.

Feeling sleepy, Cheng Yanqiu fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was still dark. He was still lying on Feng Yin's lap.

"Are your legs numb?"

Cheng Yanqiu immediately stood up and subconsciously kneaded Feng Yin's legs.

"It's okay, you only slept for half an hour."

"Half an hour? Why do I feel like I slept for a long time."

Cheng Yanqiu stretched his arms and moved his legs and feet, feeling much less tired.

"You're hungry. I've cooked porridge for you. Eat less at night."

"it is good."

Feng Yin and Cheng Yanqiu had a late-night snack and dinner in the RV. After the meal, they walked out of the set hand in hand and walked along the path towards the hotel.

"You're leaving tomorrow, right?"

Feng Yin's hand was held by Cheng Yanqiu. She turned her head and asked, "How do you know?"

"Because you have something to do."

Feng Yin smiled and praised: "You are right, I have a reason to work hard for it, and I am happy with it."

Her eyes fell on Cheng Yanqiu, and Cheng Yanqiu asked with some awareness: "Is it related to me?"

"Just a little bit."

Feng Yin gestured a little with his fingers, but Cheng Yanqiu said with surprise and joy: "It's so important for me to have a little bit!"

"Who says it's not the case? Keep working hard, maybe you can beat one."

"As ordered!"

The two people walked into the dark alley making jokes that others could not understand.

"Cheng Yanqiu, are you sure this is the right path?"

"That's what the navigation said."

Feng Yin glanced at her phone and had no choice but to continue walking, but she thought of something and said: "Should I say it or not, this is really an excellent place for heroes to save beauties."

"Then please protect me, hero."

As soon as Cheng Yanqiu finished speaking, four prophetic drunken men walked out of the corner in front.

Feng Yin glanced at it and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure it wasn't you who arranged it?"

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head and said: "It's really not me. I know myself."