The metaphysical mother returns, and the villain son stands at attention

Chapter 57: Running on the Wrong Track

[If you don’t look at her face first, she looks very young just by looking at her outfit. ]

【Lin Xiaoyun’s loss was not unfair.】

[? ? No, who said they were going to compete? ]

Just as the barrage was noisy, Gu Qingyin suddenly walked towards the camera.

The audience fell silent upon seeing this and stared with eyes wide open.

Gu Qingyin didn't walk too close. She just picked up the shoulder bag on the cabinet beside the wall, opened it, took out a very exquisite doll and looked at it.

Unfortunately, the talisman in the bag was also taken out by the doll and fell lightly to the ground.

Logically speaking, at this distance, even if the audience saw something falling out, they wouldn't be able to see it clearly. Besides, most people were staring at Gu Qingyin's face.

But some people couldn't help but be more serious, so they recorded this clip, enlarged it, and restored it frame by frame.

At this glance, not only did Gu Qingyin's exceptionally youthful and elastic appearance become the focus again, but the yellow paper that fell on the ground also attracted attention.

It was a talisman. Although no one knew what its specific function was, we had all seen it on TV. It was an indispensable talisman for exorcising evil spirits and catching ghosts.

At the beginning, everyone in the comments was discussing Gu Qingyin's face. They were so excited that they thought the reputation was going to collapse, but not only did it not collapse, but she also gained a lot of fans.

Even some irrational fans have started calling out in the live broadcast room, asking Gu Qingyin to make her debut, saying that they are willing to spend money to do anything!
After the technical expert came back, the focus of the discussion began to shift.

[Is this the little hobby of Sister Qing that Huo Xinghai mentioned before? ]

[BJD doll and... yellow talisman? ]

[This hobby has a big span. ]

[Hiss…didn’t Lin Xiaoyun call me Master when we first met? I now have an immature guess.]

[Fuck! Blind student, you found the highlight! ]

[I'm getting goosebumps! ]

[The master of metaphysics is actually by my side! 】

Gu Qingyin knew nothing about this, but the director saw it clearly, but he didn't care. After all, netizens' imaginations have always been outrageous.

As expected, if the netizens' speculations at the beginning were really close to the truth, then the metaphysics master and eternal youth were combined together later.

Netizens couldn't help but start making fun of the memes, and they said everything outrageous.

It is said that Gu Qingyin has become a semi-immortal, which is why she has remained young.

It is said that Gu Qingyin is not a human at all, but a monster.

Even more outrageous are those who say that Gu Qingyin is actually immortal, and that she simply lives in seclusion for a period of time, coming out again when no one remembers her anymore.

It is so outrageous that I find it so outrageous after reading it. I can only say that it is a loss for the industry if the netizens of this generation do not write novels or become screenwriters!

Gu Qingyin hadn't cooked for a long time, and she was gifted with cooking skills. She was very focused when cooking porridge, fearing that she would make a mistake and send her son to the hospital.

Just when the porridge was halfway cooked, Huo Xinghai came back. As soon as he entered the room, he smelled the fragrance of the rice porridge. He walked to the kitchen door and took a look, and was immediately surprised.

Gu Qingyin took the time out of her busy schedule to look back at him and said, "Go upstairs and take a shower first, and you can eat later."

Huo Xinghai hesitated. He remembered that his mother couldn't cook. Why did he suddenly want to cook?

But he soon realized that it was probably the program crew's doing.

Before going upstairs, Huo Xinghai couldn't help but persuade her, "Mom, you really don't have to force yourself." Gu Qingyin patted her chest with a serious face, as if swearing, "Don't worry, Mom will definitely let you have breakfast!"

Huo Xinghai became even more nervous, but then he thought, even his eldest brother, who was the first to meet Gu Qingyin, had never eaten the food cooked by his mother...

Huo Xinghai's eyes suddenly became determined. No matter how bad the food tasted, he would eat it all!

After cooking for a while, Gu Qingyin felt that the porridge was almost done.

She first scooped out a small bowl and tasted it. The taste was a bit bland, but it was cooked and there was no strange smell.

Gu Qingyin's eyes lit up. She did quite well this time!
After Gu Qingyin served the porridge in a good mood, Huo Xinghai also came down after taking a shower and changing his clothes.

The face that looked similar to hers still had a little moisture on it, and looked white and tender.

Gu Qingyin couldn't help it, raised her hand and pinched it, smiling and said: "This is the loving breakfast made by mom, eat more."

Huo Xinghai froze for a moment, his earlobes turning red. He pursed his lips and sat down, eating spoonful after spoonful with almost no pauses.

Gu Qingyin was very surprised, "Is what I cooked so delicious?"

Huo Xinghai paused, came back to his senses, and tasted the food carefully.

It was very light, mixed with the taste of preserved eggs, and a little smelly. The lean meat was cooked, but for some reason it was very hard to chew and could not be chewed at all. The rice grains did not taste like porridge, but rather like rice soaked in water.

To be honest, Huo Xinghai had never eaten such unpalatable porridge in his life. But looking at Gu Qingyin's sparkling eyes, he could only nod against his conscience, "It's delicious, thank you, Mom."

Gu Qingyin was greatly encouraged and smiled, "I'll make it for you when we get home."

She pulled out a chair and sat down next to Huo Xinghai, and said with emotion, "You don't know, the food Mom cooked before was like poison. This is the first time I've made something edible."

Huo Xinghai had just put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, but he found it difficult to swallow it after hearing this, and instinctively began to worry about his life safety.

Gu Qingyin didn't notice and was still sighing, "It seems that my talent for cooking is not in cooking, but in making porridge. I was wondering why I always failed after trying so many times before. It turns out that I was running on the wrong track!"

Huo Xinghai was speechless.

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed to death when they saw this scene
[Blind guess, the porridge cooked by Sister Qing doesn’t taste very good. ]

[Do you need to guess blindly? What's the difference between what she said and intimidation? ! ]

[This is the first time I’ve seen a death notice being issued in person. Anyone who sees it can’t help but say it’s awesome! ]

[Sister Qing! A werewolf who only attacks her own son! ]

Huo Xinghai ate the first half of the meal absent-mindedly and the second half with trepidation.

Fortunately, his body didn't have much reaction after eating, and Huo Xinghai breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.

Only after she had cleared the dishes did Gu Qingyin come out of the joy of successfully cooking for the first time, and asked in confusion: "Didn't they say that the live broadcast would resume today? Why haven't the production crew arrived yet?"

"The live broadcast has already started." Huo Xinghai was sitting on the sofa peeling an orange and said with a little bit of mischief: "The camera was already on before you got up."

Gu Qingyin was stunned, and her mind quickly recalled whether she had done anything that could not be broadcast, or said anything that could not be said...

Gu Qingyin's eyes widened and she looked at Huo Xinghai, "Baby!"

Huo Xinghai knew what she was worried about, and with a smile in his eyes, he said, "Well, now the whole internet knows that you don't want to raise your good son, but prefer to raise BJD."

Gu Qingyin looked confused. What is BJD?
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(End of this chapter)