"Brother Gun, to be honest, I don't have a girlfriend now. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Hong looked at the storm outside the window: "Love is like the first sunny day after the rain, the sun penetrates the emerald green leaves, falls on the ground, and also falls on you, at this time, you find that the other person is also under the sun, crisp and neat clothes, lazy smile, eyes intersect, you can no longer pull away." ”

"When we parted, it was like the sky was getting overcast and the rain was pouring down. You don't have an umbrella, you're standing at the door of the TA, thinking about whether to knock on the door like you always do, but no, you don't do anything, just stand in the rain. ”

"Now I may not be in front of that door, but I am still looking for the direction of home in the pouring rain. Fang Hong looked at the storm outside the cockpit: "I'm still in the storm, desperately trying to find a chance to leave." ”

Sadness has never been the character of the live broadcast room, and the local tyrant's mother stood up: "Come on, come on, which sister paper will give our gun brother a little sunshine after the rain? Let our gun brother shine again!"

"Ahh The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. ’”

"Nima, this has a chicken feather relationship with this situation. ”

Fang Hong pretended to be forced: "Do you say that Meng Haoran is in a panic, sleeping lazily in the spring, getting up in the morning to listen to the birds, and counting the petals after listening to the birds." ”

As program apes, white-collar workers, blue-collar workers, and third-line strugglers who are struggling in first-tier cities, they told Fang Hong in unison: "The poem Meng Haoran was written on the weekend of spring. ”

Fang Hong: "Oh, Meng Haoran has Sundays and springs, and I don't have Sundays for smoking guns, and I don't have time for spring." ”

"Brother Gun, you have to replace it with adventure********* theoretically, food can make people secrete a lot of dopamine, which makes people feel happy, and there is no sense of fatigue after ***, only satisfaction. Speaking of this, Fang Hong's words changed: "So I think it's better to fire a cannon, after all, all organs are created equal, and you can't just let the tongue take advantage." ”

"Yes, yes, Brother Gun, what you said is right, and your tongue will have to be tired. ”

"It's a long time! Is the super tube there? An anchor drives live and has a weekly salary of one million!"

Fang Hong laughed: "As a manual laborer, I need to ensure a large amount of dopamine secretion to maintain control over my muscles, so anything that is cool to do, buddy will not let go!"

"I heard that the surfing in the storm is refreshing, Brother Gun will demonstrate one!"

"I mean the cool hair that secretes dopamine, not the cool way to jump off the cliff to die, this brother, hurry up and make an appointment with a psychiatrist for treatment, maybe there is still salvation. ”

Fang Hong easily diverted the topic far, far away, and avoided talking about emotional issues.

You talk to me about feelings, and I talk to you about artillery fire.

ashamed of the past: "Brother Gun, have you ever thought that your goal is to promote the cuisine of the hall, you can open a restaurant, you are the head chef, and the brothers will go to the party." ”

Fang Hong smiled: "If you want to promote cuisine, you have to open a hotel or restaurant, then if you like sports, you have to open a gym, if you like plants, you have to open a vegetable stall, and if you like animals, you have to open a butcher shop. ”

"Dreams, hobbies, these things, if you use them to make money, they have already gone astray. Don't believe that treating hobbies as jobs will make you work harder, those who became emperors in ancient times after fighting to the death, did any of them have a happy time when they really have the power to dominate the world?"

"If you promote food, you go to open a hotel, open a restaurant, that is the biggest blow to your dream. When you open a hotel or a restaurant, you have to make money for the purpose of opening a store, which is the duty of the owner. When the time comes, what diners like and don't like, what you do and what you don't do, it's not up to you to choose. ”

"I've never looked down on what RB Michelin three-star kitchen, 'design a menu every day, love to eat, don't like to eat and get out' this kind of shop, I'll be honest, the world is big, there are more people with better cooking skills than them, and there are few people who refuse customers like 2580,000, come out to sell and set up archways, and come out to be a cook and choose their own materials is not the same meaning?"

"I never wanted to open a store, before me, those famous and shocked my predecessors have tried to open a store, everyone now knows or eats the boiled cabbage I said, milk soup and vegetarian painting, these dishes? ”

"If my videos, my live broadcasts, and TV broadcasts can make tens of millions of people see these things, and 10 percent of them like them, then at least there will be a market with a population base of several millions, right? How can we give birth to thousands of Furong City cuisine restaurants born to cater to the market? Just in CD, there are 320,000 food and beverage stores, can't we support 1,000 stores?"

"As long as there are 1,000 shops, the cuisine of Furong City, which was born when the city was founded 3,000 years ago, will be passed on. ”

Ahead was endless darkness, raging waves, and every now and then the big waves would wash up the deck, and the weather was outrageously cold.

But Fang Hong opened his heart and chatted with everyone about the ideal problem.

Fang Hong looked at the camera: "In the long program, I will make all the dishes that have been on the verge of being lost one by one, those who know how to cook can naturally learn, or they can sell the authentic Sichuan cuisine in Furong City, everything is fine, a thousand years ago, a night ago, stir-fried vegetables were all over the CD." A hundred years ago, Nantang cuisine sprung up. Thirty years ago, Malatang and hot pot swept the country, who knows what the next taste will be? Even if people really don't want to eat it now, one day someone wants to eat it, click on this video, and you can still see the practice of these dishes, and these dishes are not lost. ”

Why is the live broadcast room called the car sent to the food world, and why is the anchor ID called the mission of the smoking gun?

At this moment, the water friends understood the reason.

Maybe Fang Hong, who is proficient in cooking, will never have the opportunity to open a restaurant in his life, or maybe one day the hibiscus will be all over the country, and Fang Hong will also retire and open a fly restaurant to spend the rest of his life?

Who knows?

This is a war without teammates, without gunpowder.

Fang Hong wants to use countless methods to make everyone who passes by become his own part, become his own supporter, and become the confidence of hibiscus vegetables.

The waves were raging like a drum.

Is this a grand wish? No, doesn't it mean that a gentleman is a chef?

A few nautical miles away, a ray of light, aimed in this direction, pierced through the rising waves, and shook for a moment.

Just once, but let everyone see it.

"Lightning?"

"What kind of lightning flashes in the winter? Thor was born, the real god of thunder, you think. ”

The waves were undulating, and it was difficult for a moment to make this path of light unobstructed, and five minutes later, another light came.

Fang Hong and Federosson looked at each other: "Is that the sea ship?"

It was the shipwrecked ship that had been slapped into scum by the big waves in the brains of Federosson and Fang Hong.

"Can you save it?" Maybe Fang Hong's question should be changed to, can it be saved?

Federosson took a deep breath: "The night before yesterday, you flew out of the cabin to save an albatross, don't I have the courage to save a group of humans in trouble?"

The sea ship is 100% playing SOS, but the light can't be transmitted.

"Radio!"

There was a signal coming from the radio, intermittently: "Here...... Ruth, click...... Research Vessel ...... Whether...... Hearing...... ......"The research ship is called Ambinruth!"

Federosson picked up the radio: "This is the Tarita, we are in the direction of five nautical miles northeast of you, we have received the signal, how are you doing now?" ”

"Here...... Anbin ...... Bad...... Holes...... Circuit...... Imbalanced, click-click...... We...... Toot ......"

"Deviate to the southwest and adjust the channel, eighteen degrees, advance at full speed, notify the rear warehouse, and start the second engine!"

Without the power of the reserve engine, it would have been impossible for Tarita to get there.

Twenty-eight minutes later, Fall shouted from the side of the side: "Boat, ship, ship!"