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

cannibalistic live broadcast room, you can't afford to provoke it.

Exited Liu Qian's live broadcast room, Jiang Feng watched blindly in the live broadcast at a certain point, wanting to see what interesting live broadcasts there were, in a group of anchors who sang and danced, explored in the wild and ate, there was really a clear stream.

The name of the live broadcast room is [20,000 words of liver explosion today, don't sleep if you don't finish writing!], it looks like an online writer.

When I clicked in, there was only a slightly sparse hair on the top of the head.

On the left hand side of the anchor there is a half-eaten bag of happy fat house affairs, and on the right hand side there is a bottle of happy fat boy water that is almost drunk, and the anchor himself is planted on the keyboard unconscious.

There are two sparse barrages in the live broadcast room.

"Another sudden death, the next one, the next. ”

"Another author died, +1 reason for breaking off"

Jiang Feng noticed that the anchor moved.

It was nice and had a good night's sleep.

There are more than 20,000 words in the dream, and I can't finish writing and don't wake up.

Jiang Feng put down his phone and glanced out the window, the two cousins came out to arrest people again, it seems that Jiang Ran is almost crazy, and he needs to catch a cousin who is not crazy to replace him.

Jiang Feng made sure that the door was locked very tightly, the two cousins should not be able to break in, and they would have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at night, and he didn't want to fall before the victory of the revolution.

After playing with her mobile phone for a few hours boringly, Jiang Feng clicked into Liu Qian's live broadcast room halfway, she no longer ate crispy meat, and began to eat fried fish.

The golden and crispy little trash fish, crunching and crunching, the sound of the skin and flesh and bones being bitten together has been amplified countless times through the spread of mobile phones.

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

"Qianqian, where did you put the crispy meat?"

Liu Qian bit the small miscellaneous fish and suddenly stopped, turned around sluggishly, and spoke: "Just, isn't that thing fried and eaten?"

"You melon baby, you just know my gimmick, you ate all a pound and a half?" a roar that pierced the sky.

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

Very good, the anchor of the Chinese New Year's Eve was violently beaten by his mother for eating a pound and a half of crispy meat.

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

For the Chinese New Year, how can there be an anchor in the Spring Festival Gala who is beaten and looks good?

Jiang Feng spent the afternoon in the house like this.

Generally speaking, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner will be held half an hour before the start of the Spring Festival Gala, and the old man's TV has been an LCD TV a few years ago, and last year, Jiang Jianshe very diligently replaced the old man with a super TV that sounded very powerful.

Unfortunately, this very powerful super TV is only useful on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, and 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 with the tablet, and the TV can't be turned on a few times a year.

"Open the meal, eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Xiao Feng come out quickly!" Jiang Jiankang yelled in the dining room with a big voice.

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

If you don't watch TV during the New Year, you have no soul.

There are already 5 cold dishes on the table, the last much-anticipated crispy apple is still in the pot, the braised pig in the marinated platter already looks very delicious, Jiang Jianguo stretched out his chopsticks and sandwiched a piece of fat sausage.

The aroma of the halogen is strong, the outer skin is tendoned, and there is no peculiar smell.

"It's all in the water, let's try it!" Jiang Jianguo beckoned.

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

Everyone knows what they should really stretch out their chopsticks, the marinated pig platter, from Chinese New Year's Eve to fifteen, you can eat it every day, but some dishes, after today, you have to wait another year!

For example, crispy apples.

No matter how easy this dish looks, it is also a dish in the Manchu and Han banquets. It's easy to do, it's hard to do it well!

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

"I feel that the crispy apples should be almost ready, or I'll go to the kitchen to take a look first, and if it's good, I'll bring it over!" Jiang Jiankang said the chicken thief.

"No!" the four brothers said in unison.

If Jiang Jiankang was really given this opportunity, the two steps would be enough for him to eat half a plate.

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

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

Soon, familiar footsteps were heard.

One tight and one slow.

And the smell of crispy apples.

Everyone held their breath, shook their spirits, and clenched the chopsticks in their hands.

Even Jiang Shoucheng, who was unfortunately arrested by the two sisters in the afternoon to tutor them in mathematics and physics, also restrained the aura of despair that he exuded before than when he was a candidate, and his eyes were blazing and glowing with new vitality.

Grandma Jiang is a person who has seen a big scene, and she is not in a hurry, and puts two plates of crispy apples on the two tables respectively.

"Huh!"

Several pairs of chopsticks stretched out at the same time to the crispy apples on the plate, like the swordsman's unsheathed sword, and only an afterimage could be seen.

In the blink of an eye, the plate was empty.

Jiang Feng: ???

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

Jiang Feng turned his head, very good, the table next to him was also empty.

Looking at Comrade Jiang Jiankang again, there are two pieces in his bowl, and he still chews on several pieces in his mouth.

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

"What?" Jiang Jiankang had already prepared this time, and quickly put the two pieces in the bowl and made one into his mouth, looking confused, "Son, what are you asking me to do?"

A mouth, a crispy apple fragrance.

Jiang Feng said hatefully: "It's okay. ”

Wang Xiulian saw that Jiang Jiankang had eaten all the two pieces, and she was furious: "Didn't you say that there was a piece for me to clip? Why did you eat them all!"

Jiang Shoucheng also shared his experience after eating with Jiang Feng very unkindly: "Xiao Feng, don't say it, grandpa's crispy apples this year are really delicious, crispy on the outside and glutinous on the inside, this apple is also sweet, and it clicks when you bite it." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

"Junqing, your brother just said that he would teach you to write math homework tomorrow!"

Jun Qing smiled at Jiang Shoucheng: "Thank you, Brother Cheng." ”

Jiang Shoucheng: . ゜゜(´□｀｡ )°゜。 ﾜｰﾝ!!