Life is a Game

Liu Qian was still stealing crispy meat, and the audience in her live broadcast room had already started discussing which province's meat was more tender.

Cannibalism live broadcast room, can't afford to be provoked.

After exiting Liu Qian's live broadcast room, Jiang Feng was blindly watching a certain live broadcast, wanting to see some interesting live broadcasts. Among the group of anchors who were singing and dancing, exploring the wild and eating, there was really a clear stream.

The name of the live broadcast room is [20,000 words today, I won’t sleep until I finish writing! ], looks like an internet writer.

I clicked in and saw that there was only one top of the head with slightly thinning hair.

On the left hand side of the anchor is a half-eaten bag of happy fat house things, and on the right hand side is a bottle of happy fat boy water that is almost finished, and the anchor himself falls down on the keyboard unconscious.

There are two sparse bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

"Another sudden death, the next one."

"Another author died, and the reason for breaking the update +1"

Jiang Feng noticed that the anchor moved a bit.

Well, I slept soundly.

In the dream, 20,000 words burst out, and I can't finish writing without waking up.

Jiang Feng put down his phone and glanced out the window. The two cousins ​​came out to arrest people again. It seemed that Jiang Ran was almost crazy, and he needed to catch a cousin who was not crazy and go in to replace him.

Jiang Feng made sure that the door was locked tightly, the two cousins ​​should not be able to break in, and the New Year's Eve dinner was going to be in the evening, so he didn't want to fall down before the victory of the revolution.

After several hours of bored playing with the mobile phone, Jiang Feng fought back halfway and clicked into Liu Qian's live broadcast room. She stopped eating crispy meat and started eating fried fish.

The golden and crispy small miscellaneous fish was bitten off and crunched, and the sound of the flesh and bones being crunched together was amplified countless times through the transmission of the mobile phone.

"Not bad, but a bit bland." Liu Qian commented while eating.

"Qianqian, where's the crispy meat, where did you put it?"

Liu Qian stopped biting the small miscellaneous fish suddenly, turned around dully, and said, "Well, isn't that thing fried and eaten right now?"

"You son of a bitch, you just know I'm a gimmick, and you eat a half a catty?" The roar pierced the sky.

Then there was chaos over there, Liu Qian's mobile phone was down, and only the ceiling could be seen.

Very good, the anchor was beaten up by his mother for eating half a catty of crispy meat on New Year's Eve.

If the Spring Festival Gala is boring tonight, Liu Qian's hot search is definitely on the list.

It's Chinese New Year, how can the anchor of the Spring Festival Gala be beaten to look good?

Jiang Feng stayed in the room like this all afternoon.

Generally speaking, the New Year's Eve dinner will be served 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 Jianshe graciously replaced the old man with a sounding powerful one. super tv.

It's a pity that this very powerful super TV is only useful on the evening of the New Year's Eve. Usually, the old man and Grandma Jiang don't like to watch TV.

The old man likes to raise pigs, Grandma Jiang likes to play on the tablet, and the TV can't be turned on a few times throughout the year.

"Dinner is ready, New Year's Eve dinner, Xiaofeng, come out!" Jiang Jiankang shouted loudly in the dining room.

Jiang Jianguo and Jiang Jiandang are dismantling the LCD TV and moving it to a place where everyone can see it while eating.

If you don’t watch TV for dinner during the Chinese New Year, you have no soul.

There were 5 cold dishes on the table, and the last dish of crispy apples that everyone was looking forward to was still in the pot. The stewed pork in the stewed meat platter already looked delicious. Jiang Jianguo stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fat sausage.

The brine has a strong fragrance, the skin is tough, and there is no peculiar smell.

"The water is delicious, everyone come and taste it!" Jiang Jianguo greeted.

No one responded, and no one moved their chopsticks. Everyone sat quietly in their seats.

Everyone knows what they really should stick their chopsticks on. Braised pork platter, from the 30th to the 15th, can be eaten every day, but some dishes have to wait for another year after today!

For example, crispy apples.

No matter how easy this dish looks, it is also a dish in the Manchu banquet. Easy to do, hard to do well!

If everyone could do like the old man, Jiang Jiankang would have been eating apples every day at home.

"I think the crispy apples should be almost ready, why don't I go to the kitchen first, and if they're ready, I'll bring them here!" Jiang Jiankang said authentically.

"No!" The four brothers said in unison.

If Jiang Jiankang was really given this chance, the two steps he brought over would be enough for him to eat half of the plate.

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

Grandma Jiang is the most impartial, because her teeth are not very good now, and she can't eat these fried things.

Soon, everyone heard familiar footsteps.

One tight and one slow.

And the scent of crispy apples they crave.

Everyone held their breath, cheered up, and held the chopsticks in their hands tightly.

Even Jiang Shoucheng, who was unfortunately arrested by the two sisters in the afternoon to teach them mathematics and physics, has suppressed the more desperate atmosphere that exuded from him than when he was an examinee, his eyes were bright, and he glowed with new vitality.

Grandma Jiang is someone who has seen big scenes. She took her time and put two plates of crispy apples on the two tables.

"Shua!"

Several pairs of chopsticks reached out to the crispy apples on the plate at the same time, like a swordsman unsheathing his sword, only an afterimage could be seen.

In the blink of an eye, it was empty.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Is his second cousin a dog? When Jiang Shoucheng just got up, he bumped into him so that he didn't stick out his chopsticks!

Jiang Feng turned his head, it's fine, the table next door is also empty.

Looking at Comrade Jiang Jiankang again, he had two pieces in his bowl, and he was still chewing on how many pieces.

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

"What?" Jiang Jiankang was well prepared this time, and quickly put the two pieces in the bowl together into his mouth, with a confused look on his face, "Son, why did you ask me?"

One mouthful, a scent of crispy apples.

Jiang Feng said bitterly, "It's okay."

Seeing that Jiang Jiankang ate both pieces, Wang Xiulian was angry: "Didn't you say there was a piece for me? Why did you eat it all!"

Jiang Shoucheng also shared his experience with Jiang Feng unkindly: "Xiao Feng, don't tell me, the crispy apples made by grandpa this year are really delicious. They are crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside. These apples are also sweet. You can eat them if you bite them." It still clicks."

Jiang Feng: ...

"Junqing, your Cheng brother just said that he will teach you to do math homework tomorrow!"

Junqing smiled at Jiang Shoucheng: "Thank you Brother Cheng."

Jiang Shoucheng:. (□｀)°. !!