"Here comes baked mushrooms!"

Cao Niuzi wore a blue and white loungewear, fixed her hair behind her head with a large clip, lazily hung a few strands, and walked out of the kitchen with a lace apron that was also blue and white.

Zhao Jun looked at the plate, and the six bowls of mushrooms with the largest bottom were all cut out of a plump five-pointed star on the surface, filled with minced meat, drizzled with thick juice on the surface, and the edge of the plate was dotted with fresh lemons.

"Your skills are comparable to that of a chef in a five-star hotel!" Zhao Jun sighed.

"That's not it, my craft is ......" Cao Niuzi looked proud, but suddenly stopped talking. The chef at home is the chef of the Shuguang Hotel, and he has eaten for more than 20 years, so he can do whatever he wants.

"What is it?" Zhao Jun and Song Qian asked in unison.

“…… Be...... It's a ...... I've been studying and practicing for many years," Cao Niuzi casually pulled out a reason.

"Cut!" Zhao Jun said disdainfully, "I thought you had some kind of true inheritance of the imperial chef of the palace." ”

"Yes, I'll also make a full banquet for the Han Dynasty. Cao Niuzi simply continued Zhao Jun's words.

"That's a good dare, I will come to eat every day in the future, 4 dishes a day, and I won't need to get a full table of Han people in a month. ”

While eating, Zhao Jun's mobile phone rang, and he glanced at it casually, it was a message push.

"Uhhh......h

"What are you doing, you won the lottery?" Song Qian couldn't help but ask when he looked at Zhao Jun's babbling appearance.

"Today's market is convulsed!" Zhao Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It actually rose by 1.3 points, and hundreds of stocks rose to the limit! Is this about to start the 814 market?"

You know, the market has not been dead or alive for more than half a year, and at the end of last year, it was rumored that there was a big market this year, but from the beginning of the year to the middle of the year, it is now mid-August, and there is still no movement. Moreover, most individual stocks are in a state of decline, resulting in a large number of retail investors falling into the embarrassing situation of covering their positions more and more, making up their positions more and more trapped, and cutting meat and swapping stocks for locked.

Song Qian didn't have much research on stocks, so he had no idea what Zhao Jun said.

"Smack!" Zhao Jun threw away the chopsticks, and the next second he was putting on his shoes at the door.

"What are you doing? The stock market is already closed. Even if he doesn't understand it, Song Qian knows that it will be more than eight o'clock at this time, even if the stock rises sharply, it will be useless to buy or sell.

"I'll collect the bills!" Zhao Jun hurriedly threw down four words, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

What does debt collection have to do with the rise of stocks?!

……

Because of Zhao Jun's sudden departure, only Cao Niuzi and Song Qian were left in the house, and they suddenly became lonely men and widows living in the same room.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

Song Qian was a little embarrassed: he was used to living alone, and men and women lived together at this time, oh no, men and women shared a house, so he didn't know how to speak.

"Whoever eats lasts will wash the dishes!" Cao Niuzi said as she quickly pulled the rice. Obviously, as a woman who shares a house, she doesn't feel unnatural at all.

From beginning to end, Song Qian is a gay in her eyes, with male power but without the harm of men, a perfect heterosexual sharing partner.

Before Song Qian could react, Cao Niuzi had already eaten half a bowl of rice, looked up, and wondered, "What, it's not delicious?"

"No, no!" Song Qian hurriedly buried his head in eating, of course, the speed was much slower than Cao Niuzi. At the same time, he also secretly despised himself in his heart: all girls naturally share a house, and he didn't think about those who didn't have it, he was a big man, but he twisted and pinched, what a waste!

As for washing dishes, it's meant to be done.

So, naturally, Cao Niuzi, who first put down the dishes and chopsticks, shouted "victory", and Song Qian finished the rice in the bowl without complaint and began to clean up.

"Are you going out at night?" Cao Niuzi said to Song Qian while sorting out the clothes she had received.

"Probably. Song Qian folded the bowls together and sent them into the kitchen. It seems that Zhao Jun said before that he would invite Huang Hao to take a bath, but he will definitely not be able to leave him.

Seeing that Cao Niuzi didn't continue to speak, Song Qian was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

“…… It's okay......"

Seeing that Cao Niuzi wanted to speak and stopped, Song Qian probably knew what this girl was worried about, so he explained: "Usually I don't go out at night, but today is special, and I will come back early." ”

After saying that, Song Qian felt a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

But obviously, Cao Niuzi was very satisfied with Song Qian's "explanation", and after tidying up her clothes, she hummed a little tune.

Since Song Qian is going out at night, it is better for him to start the live broadcast as soon as possible, anyway, there are no fans, and no one cares if the time is fixed or not. Go to bed early after the broadcast!

Well, when you fall asleep, you won't feel like a person.

So, here Song Qian was crackling and washing dishes in the kitchen, and Cao Niuzi had turned on the live broadcast equipment and started her talk show live broadcast the next day.

"Through countless crowds, but there are not a few orgasms, hello everyone, I am Strawberry Jam, an intellectual woman with explosive appearance. ”

Cao Niuzi's live broadcast still uses an exaggerated face cuteness effect, and she is a big rabbit alive, and she can't see her true face at all.

"There is a film, I don't know whether to tell it or not, under the guise of eroticism, it is actually a poignant love story. Today, Strawberry Jam will start with an in-depth discussion with you from the SE romance film "Frost Flower Shop". Cao Niuzi thought of Song Qian and his sexual orientation, and thought of this restrictive film, anyway, it's a talk show, just talk about it.

Maybe it's the next day's live broadcast, or maybe it's because there are many viewers at this time now, and within two minutes of the broadcast, the audience in the room has reached more than 60 people. Although this is a pitiful number, for Cao Niuzi, it can almost open champagne to celebrate.

And, unlike yesterday's desertion, there is a barrage today.

"666, like female drivers to drive. ”

"Sure enough, it's an intellectual woman, I haven't seen the frost flower shop, I want to talk about it. ”

"Female drivers drive, everyone fasten their seat belts!"

"Drop, deep hole!"

"Drop, old kinky card!"

"What other cards, leave one for me!"

"Drop, Savadika!"

Seeing the barrage and seeing the audience interacting with her, Cao Niuzi was even more careless now, blocking her face anyway.

At this time, Song Qian, who had washed the dishes, came out of the kitchen, and from this angle, he happened to see Cao Niuzi's bedroom through a decorative shelf. And her bedroom, the door is half open at this moment.

"Live broadcast?" Just saw the computer screen and the back of Cao Niuzi's head holding her hair casually, Song Qian was a little puzzled. Is this girl watching a live broadcast or a live broadcast?

Although some female anchors also claim to be dressed without makeup and at home, Song Qian knows that the female anchors on the other side of the screen must be carefully dressed, who is really without makeup. Obviously, Cao Niuzi is not only without makeup at this time, but also dresses quite casually. If it's really live like this, it's quite fresh.