[God spoon for you, I'll bet a hundred durians, Li Sanyi didn't want to say this. 】

[Hahahahaha Li Sanyi's cowardly appearance, it's just me! ] 】

[Brain make up for my eyes to kill the master and her useless subordinates.] 】

Li Sanyi, who originally wanted to persuade Feng Yin, looked at the comment area of the live broadcast room, sat down silently and thought: You can do it, you don't coerce, you go on!

Feng Yin on the other side of the camera happily took the spoon, a spoonful of rice, a spoonful of vegetables, and ate a big and clean mouthful.

If she had a tail, it would have been wagging constantly.

Unconsciously, the live broadcast room was immersed in the eating and broadcasting of the wind and groaning, and some even began to pull their mobile phones and prepare to order takeout.

But when I looked at the time, it was only eight o'clock!

Li Sanyi turned his hand in the direction of Feng Yin, so that she could see it when she was eating.

When more than half of the two plates of rice were wiped out by her, Feng Yin finally switched from immersive eating and broadcasting to interactive eating and broadcasting.

"Big brother, netizens are curious about why your canteen serves hard dishes such as braised pork and fish-flavored shredded pork so early."

The eldest brother, who was infected by the wind and ate the same fragrant, explained: "This is our welfare, four meals a day, when you want to eat when you want." ”

The eldest brother's words made many netizens envious, and some even asked how to go to work in the funeral home.

Everyone interacted, and occasionally a few discordant ones were also scolded back by the wind chanting.

"Salty and don't worry about eating radish, you say it's a waste if I eat less, you say it's a waste when I eat too much, you say I'm going to vomit later when I make a show, why are you a lotus root, your heart and eyes have made you grow."

While Feng Yin was steadily output, she had eaten up both plates of food, and she was ready to make some soup, soup, water and dessert.

"I don't call it eating, it's the normal consumption of a manual laborer."

"Where do you get the strength to scold you if you don't eat, I'll give you all food."

Feng Yin, who stood up, carried a bowl of hot and sour soup and a plate of sweet potato small yellow buns as snacks, ready to go back.

"Director Tang ——— the undertaker's hand was injured!"

A man ran in shouting from the door of the cafeteria, sweating profusely and rushing to Uncle Tangtang, who was also next to Director Tang.

"What are you shouting, say slowly, what's going on?"

At this time, Feng Yin sat down with soup and snacks, listening to the story and eating "desserts".

[It's the first time I've seen such a solid dessert after a meal.] 】

【Undertaker... Is it the job of applying makeup to dead people? 】

[Isn't the wind chanting capable, hurry up.] 】

After Feng Yin took the last bite of custard buns, he silently raised his hand and shouted, "Brother Tang, do you need an amateur mortuary?" ”

Brother Tang turned his head, and his mobile phone kept pulling the address book.

"Feng Yin, this job is not something that anyone can do, and it's not the same thing as being strong and bold against corpses, it's... Technology is needed. ”

"I know, you look for it first, there is really no choice, you think about me as an amateur."

Feng Yin didn't urge, and continued to drink his hot and sour soup, as if he was tasting tea.

Director Tang of the funeral home made three phone calls, and each of them was disappointed, everyone was busy, and no one could come to replace the shift.

Slowly, Brother Tang set his eyes on Feng Yin, who didn't know how many bowls of soup he had drunk.

"You really will?"

"I know a little bit about it. The mortuary, also known as the groomer, uses special techniques to restore the body to its pre-mortem state as much as possible according to the damage to the body and the requirements of the family. ”

The professional answer made Director Tang's heart a little offset, and he turned around and asked, "What is the cause of death of the deceased?" ”

"The gas tank exploded."