Life is a Game

倩 Liu Qian is still stealing crispy meat, and the audience in her live broadcast room has started to discuss which province's meat is more tender.

I can't afford to mess with the live broadcast room.

I withdrew from Liu Qian's live broadcast room. Jiang Feng blindly watched the live broadcast at a certain point, and wanted to see what interesting live broadcast. There was really a clear stream among a group of anchors singing and dancing, outing and eating.

The name of the live room is [Today's burst of 20,000 words, don't go to sleep without writing! ], Looks like a network writer.

I clicked into it and saw that there was only a thin head of hair.

The anchor has a pack of happy fat house on the left hand side, and a bottle of happy fat water that is almost finished on the right hand side, and the anchor himself is unconscious on the keyboard.

There are two sparse barrage bars in the live broadcast room.

"Suddenly died again, next next."

"Another author died, more reason to +1"

Min Jiangfeng noticed that the anchor moved.

I was very good and slept soundly.

In the dream, there are more than 20,000 words bursting, and I can't wake up without writing.

Min Jiangfeng put down her phone and glanced out the window, and the two cousins ​​came out to catch people again. It seems that Jiang Ran is almost crazy and needs to catch a non-mad cousin to replace it.

Qiu Jiangfeng determined that the door was locked tightly. The two cousins ​​should not be able to break in. They would have dinner at night. He didn't want to fall before the victory of the revolution.

I was bored and played with my mobile phone for a few hours. Jiang Feng also played cheaply and ordered Liu Qian's live broadcast room. She no longer eats crispy meat and started to eat fried fish.

The golden crunchy small fish, when bitten, crunched, and the sound of the flesh being bitten with the bones was amplified by the mobile phone many times.

"Yes, it's a bit light." Liu Qian commented while eating.

"Qian Qian, what about crispy meat, where did you put it?"

倩 Liu Qian suddenly stopped biting the miscellaneous fish, turned around dumbly, and said, "Just, isn't that stuff right now?"

"You are a child, knowing me, you have eaten a pound and a half?" The roar that cut through the sky.

Then there was a mess of soldiers and horses. Liu Qian's cell phone fell down, and she could only see the ceiling.

I was very good. The anchor in the thirties was violently stabbed by his mother for eating a pound and a half of crispy meat.

If Spring Festival Gala is boring tonight, Liu Qian's hot search is set.

When the Chinese New Year is big, how can any anchor be seen in the Spring Festival Gala?

Mingjiang Feng spent all afternoon in the room.

Generally speaking, the New Year's Eve dinner will be opened half an hour before the Spring Festival Gala. The old man ’s TV has been an LCD TV a few years ago. Last year, Jiang Jianxi diligently changed the old man ’s one to sound awful. Super TV.

It's a pity that this powerful super TV can only be used in the middle of the 30th year. Usually, neither Grandpa nor Grandma like to watch TV.

Grandpa likes to raise pigs, and Grandma Jiang likes to play with a tablet. The TV can't be turned on a few times a year.

"Open rice 喽, eat New Year's Eve 喽, Xiao Feng come out soon!" Jiang Jiankang roared loudly in the dining room.

Minjiang Jianguo and Jiang Jiandang are tearing down the LCD TV and moving it to a place where everyone can see when they eat.

I do n’t watch TV and have no soul for New Year ’s Eve.

There are already five cold cuts on the table. The last-looking crispy apples are still in the pot. The marinated pigs in the marinated platter are already very delicious. Jiang Jianguo stretches out a piece of fat sausage with chopsticks.

The loquat flavor is strong, the outer skin is tendon, and there is no peculiar smell.

"The water is all tasted, let's try it!" Jiang Jianguo greeted.

No one responded, and no one touched the chopsticks, everyone was sitting quietly in their seat.

Everyone knows what they really need to stretch their chopsticks. The braised pork platter can be eaten every day from the 30th to the 15th, but some dishes have to wait another year after today!

For example, crispy apples.

再 This dish looks so easy, it is also a dish in the whole Manhan table. It's easy, good, hard!

If everyone could do the same as the old man, Jiang Jianjian would have eaten apples every day at home.

"I think the crispy apples should be almost there, otherwise I'll go to the kitchen first to see, if it's better, I'll bring it!" Jiang Jiankang chicken thief authentic.

"No!" The four brothers said in unison.

If Qiu really gave Jiang Jiankang this chance, he took those two steps to eat half a plate.

"Mom said, she served the dishes." Jiang Jianguo.

Grandma Qiujiang is the most impartial and selfish, because she doesn't have good teeth now and can't eat these fried things.

Soon, everyone heard the familiar footsteps.

Hold tight and slow.

There is also the scent of crispy apples that they dream of.

Everyone held their breath ~ www.readwn.com ~ shake their spirits and clenched their chopsticks.

下午 Even Jiang Shouyu, who was unfortunately caught by the two sisters to teach them mathematical physics in the afternoon, also converged before him, exuding a more desperate atmosphere than when he was a biochemical student, his eyes were bright, and he gave new vitality.

Grandma Minjiang is a person who has seen big scenes. It's okay to put two plates of crispy apples on two tables.

"唰!"

Several pairs of chopsticks stretched out at the same time into the crispy apples on the plate, just like the swordsman's sword, only one afterimage was visible.

The blink of an eye is empty.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

Is his second cousin a dog? Jiang Shouzhen just hit him when he got up, causing his chopsticks not to stick out!

Qiu Jiangfeng turned her head, it was very good, and the table next door was empty.

I looked at Comrade Jiang Jiankang again. He had two pieces in his bowl, and he was still chewing a few pieces.

"Dad!" Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang leisurely.

"What?" Jiang Jiankang was ready this time. He quickly put the two pieces in the bowl and made them into his mouth, his face confused. "Son, what are you calling me?"

Take a sip, a scent of crispy apples.

Qijiang Feng hated: "It's all right."

秀 Wang Xiulian saw Jiang Jiankang eaten all two pieces, and was angry: "Don't you say there was a piece for me? Why did you eat it all!"

Jiang Shouxi also kindly shared his post-eating experience with Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, don't you say that Grandpa's crispy apples are really delicious this year, and the inside is crispy, this apple is also sweet, bite It still clicked. "

Min Jiangfeng: ...

"Qing Qing, your brother just said he will teach you math homework tomorrow!"

Tong Qing smiled at Jiang Shouxi: "Thank you, Brother."

江守丞:.゜ ゜ (′ □ ｀?) ° ゜. ??? !!