Chapter 1702 - Pit Daddy's Vermicelli Egg Fried Rice
In the afternoon, Li Feng failed to accompany Gao Xia and others to shoot, but fortunately, the drone has been used proficiently, and the aerial photography results are not bad, and it is enough to shoot an aerial clip and edit it tomorrow.
CCTV's aerial photography is successful, and Xiangxi TV and Dongling County TV can learn from one or two, and Gao Xia is willing to help.
Li Feng did three interviews in the evening, no way, CCTV, Tencent, and Xiangxi and Dongling TV all need it, but fortunately, only one copy is needed here in Xiangxi and Dongling.
Fish maw is not needed here, you can use it as a promotional video with a casual edit, but the live broadcast is still going to be live, and I promised the audience yesterday.
"I'm so embarrassed. ”
Apologize first and explain, Li Feng promised to send fans some handicrafts tomorrow.
"Crafts, isn't there anything new about this? "I'm a little fat man.
"That's right, maple, get some fresh, handicrafts, we can buy them online." "A small, dark-skinned man.
"Yes, yes, yes, do something new. ”
"Kaede, why don't you make something on the spot. ”
"This is good, the music bamboo basin is good, and the carvings are very good. ”
"You can also make dough molding. ”
"Don't be kidding, King Feng has been busy lately, don't think about the music bamboo basin, besides, I just broadcast this a few days ago. ”
"As I said earlier, I also think it's too much trouble to do this, or let's have something affordable and simple, don't we have a lot of fans to go to the scene this time, Fengzi invites everyone to have a meal. ”
"That's a good idea. ”
"What a fart, Fengzi's side must have been full for a long time. "I'm poor B, this house manager is still a little useful. "Isn't it, Kaedeko. ”
Li Feng was helpless, this was really right. "There may be more than 30,000 tourists coming tomorrow, everyone will come tomorrow, I really can't do it, or I'll invite you another day." ”
"Fengzi, don't worry about this, they're making a fuss. ”
"yes, just kidding. ”
Of course, many people muttered, how stingy Li Feng is, I am a poor B, and I am directly banned by this product, but Guo Zheng proposed. "I think you can prepare Fengzi, even if you give everyone a fried egg fried rice, or a bowl of rice noodles. ”
"I would like to donate two large pots of egg fried rice. ”
Saying that, this goods sent two angels to descend, and this time the live broadcast audience was excited.
Some fans joined in the fun, it was fun, this one was quite interesting. "Fengzi, you can prepare in advance, make a bamboo tube egg fried rice and pack it, and give it to the fans when the time comes, but let's talk about it first, we must have a Fengzi fan group. ”
"That's for sure. ”
"At least be a fan of iron. ”
"That's the lowest amount of iron powder. ”
Iron fans give Li Feng at least a bouquet of roses, sixty-six yuan and six cents, so there are not many fans, don't look at Li Feng's more than 30 million fans, but don't say one-tenth of the real gifts, one percent is good.
Even so, Li Feng's fans are also fish maw, and even the best fans in the live broadcast circle, there is really no big live broadcast with more than one million gifts, even if Li Feng is almost a unique big live broadcast, the real fans are only in their early 100,000s.
These iron fans are Li Feng's biggest reliance, and the average fan value of iron fans is more than 100, and there are many of them.
Li Feng's iron fans can really envy the anchors of the entire live broadcast circle, who doesn't want to have so many more than 100,000 iron fans, this is simply invincible.
"Iron powder is not high. ”
"It's not high, I think it's good. ”
"That's right, it's not an iron fan, it's nice to send a dime, and run around to eat and drink together. ”
"Yes, yes, this is true, some people really have this possibility, the iron fans are good, and the number of people will definitely not be too much. ”
"Not too many, at least hundreds. ”
"Well, surely, maybe more. ”
"In that case, Gao Shuaifu's two-pot egg fried rice is not enough. ”
"I'll send another pot. ”
"I'll have one too. ”
A wave of big tyrants, one person directly has a pot, an angel descends, counting ten parts of a pot, the whole down, Li Feng didn't take a while to receive it, nearly a hundred pots, thousands of egg fried rice, Li Feng couldn't cry or laugh, so many egg fried rice, let alone a day, he couldn't fry it for a week.
"I'll go, so many big tyrants, forget it, we can't compare, so let's do it, I'll add ten eggs, just make a pot." Saying that, this one came with a sports car, more than 200 yuan.
"Add eggs, this is good, I'll add ten too. ”
"You local tyrants, I'm a student, let's have an egg. "A small bouquet of eighteen pieces of eight.
For a while, some ordinary viewers also joined in, sending candles, adding rice grains, chopped green onions, adding bean sprouts, and even adding salt.
"Hahaha, there are salted ones, I'll go, it's not intentional to make trouble, right? ”
"Nima, there really is, Brother Gang, you want to smash the signboard of the Feng King. ”
"Signboard, how delicious is the maple egg fried rice?"
"I went, I didn't ask. ”
"It's really fake, don't tell it, Fengzi can't scramble eggs and fried rice. ”
"Kaede, don't say you can't. ”
"Yes. ”
Li Fenggang was confused, how to introduce the Luban Festival, why did it become the Egg Fried Rice Festival, what is the trouble now.
Waiting for the trouble to understand, there was a mess in the live broadcast room again, and everyone doubted whether he would scrambled eggs and fried rice.
"It's okay, don't be a little boss. ”
Li Feng made a joke. "It's about the same level as Boss Yuan of Yuanzhou, and it's enough to open a small shop. ”
"Who is Yuanzhou, who sells egg fried rice?"
"It's for sure, Fengzi's level is okay, and I can open a store. ”
"I'm booking two copies, just in time for tomorrow. "Talking, straight to a sports car.
"I also booked two. "Then came a sports car.
"Can you pack it?"
"Yes, yes, I'll pack one. ”
"Fengzi, it's up to you at noon tomorrow. ”
Some of the iron fans who were ready to come over showed up one after another.
"Tomorrow, when Fengzi fried rice, it must be broadcast live. ”
"Live frying?"
"That's for sure, otherwise, we're going to make a fuss. ”
"That's fine. ”
"Kaede, okay?"
"Okay. ”
Li Feng patted his chest. "Men are still not good, tomorrow I will show you, a big pot of egg fried rice, and challenge the Guinness World Egg Fried Rice record. ”
"Hahaha, ten servings in a pot?"
"No, King Feng, this product definitely doesn't look at ten parts of a pot, don't be a hundred parts of a pot. ”
"Just kidding, a hundred servings, how big is that pot, a super cauldron?"
The live broadcast room is very lively, compared to watching handicrafts and Luban Festival, everyone is more interested, and wants to know Li Feng and make a big pot of egg fried rice.
It will be more than ten o'clock, but the live broadcast is still lively, Zhang Jiajia coaxed the child downstairs, heard Li Feng chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room, and made Li Feng a cup of hot cows and brought it over. "Had a glass of milk and had quite a few bars in the evening. ”
"It's okay, I have business tomorrow, I haven't drunk much, why don't you go to bed early?"
Li Feng took it with a smile.
"No, Fengzi started again, sprinkling dog food. ”
"Hahaha, this time it's egg fried rice. ”
"I still added two eggs and egg fried rice. ”
"These guys. “
Li Feng was speechless. "You go to sleep first, I'll go up in a moment. ”
Zhang Jiajia was accustomed to the jokes made by the audience in the live broadcast room, greeted the audience, and went upstairs.
"Fengzi, remember tomorrow's egg fried rice, a total of 1,850 servings. ”
"I'll have ten more pots. ”
"I'll come to five pots. ”
"Hahaha, I have 2,000 servings of egg fried rice, 5,000 eggs, 3,000 ham sausages, plus 3,000 servings of bean sprouts and 10,000 servings of shallots. ”
"You're going to scare King Feng to death. ”
"It's bad, but I like it. ”
"If Fengzi can really fry so many eggs and fried rice tomorrow, then we won't call him King Fengqiu in the future, but the little prince of fried rice. ”