Mushroom House.

"Why are you called Zhan Lao on the weekend, there seems to be a story in this?"

When Teacher He heard the name of Zhan Ying on the weekend, he couldn't help but ask curiously if there was any origin of this title.

"There's a story, but I think it's better to let her tell it herself."

Calling it so on the weekend is naturally not to embarrass Zhan Ying.

It's because the other people in the mushroom house are not familiar with Zhan Ying, he deliberately called it so to arouse everyone's curiosity, and then took the opportunity to let Zhan Ying introduce himself.

"What the hell is the story?"

Hearing what the weekend said, the others became more and more curious, and they all looked at Zhan Ying.

"Actually, there is no special story, just because once when I was explaining the chess game, I sat with a very old senior in our Go world, and then accidentally said the wrong thing and called this senior a brother, which is why everyone jokingly called Zhan Lao."

Although Zhan Ying has not made achievements in the Go world, she is in her own line in the live broadcast world, otherwise she would not be laughed at as a live broadcast saint.

Even if it was a small thing, when she said this, everyone in the mushroom house was very happy to listen to it.

"Haha, I see."

"It's so interesting!"

After Zhan Ying's explanation, everyone in the mushroom house quickly became familiar with Zhan Ying.

Sharing one's own troubles can sometimes bring people closer together.

Of course, Zhan Ying also understands the kindness of the weekend, so she is not only not angry at the ridicule of the weekend, but a little grateful.

If it weren't for the weekend Zhan Lao, she would look out of place with others in the show.

"There shouldn't be any more guests coming today, so it's time to eat."

While everyone was talking, Mr. Huang came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.

"It's finally time to eat, I'm hungry."

After the weekend, I took the initiative to help bring out the dishes.

Eel noodles, fragrant fried bacon, Xiangxi duck......

Soon, a table of dishes with a very Xiangxi flavor was served on the table.

"Wow, it's so fragrant, it's delicious when you look at it!"

Mr. Huang's cooking skills are also one of the highlights of this show, a table of very home-cooked flavor dishes, made by him with all the color, flavor and flavor, as soon as the dishes are served, everyone will swallow their saliva when they see it.

"Let's eat, everyone is welcome, just treat it as if it were your own home."

As a chef, Mr. Huang naturally smiled happily when he saw that everyone was satisfied with the dishes.

"On the weekend, this is the eel noodles you ordered, try it."

"Yueyue, don't you like bacon, eat more."

Soon, at the table under the gazebo, everyone ate and drank like a family.

After a gust of wind and clouds, the dishes on the table were already eaten cleanly.

Especially Dapeng, who is getting more and more rounded, has made three bowls of rice in a row, which makes Teacher Huang and Teacher He envious.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, when I'm as big as Dapeng, I can actually eat it too."

After eating and drinking, everyone sat around the gazebo and chatted.

The mushroom house is located in the middle of two mountains, and everyone is sitting in the courtyard, and they can just hear the sound of the pine forest not far away, being blown by the mountain wind.

"At this time, it would be nice to have some music, just like the ancient bamboo forest sages living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, or talking highly, or playing songs on the piano, which is quite ancient."

Mr. Huang used to be a teacher in the end, and he has a slight literati temperament.

"Teacher Huang, have you forgotten, Brother Mo is a musical talent."

Although he has been making movies for nearly a year on weekends and rarely appears in the public eye, the songs he wrote before still often appear on the charts of major music platforms.

So as soon as Mr. Huang talked about music, Dapeng immediately thought of the weekend.

"Ahem~ Brother, do you never listen to weekend songs?"

Sister Zifeng heard that Da Peng seemed to want to sing on the weekend, so she hurriedly stopped her.

Because Sister Zifeng has really listened to the music of the weekend, it is not so much music as yin music.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage at this time also became very lively.

"Hahaha, I'm going to die laughing, Da Peng dared to let him take the initiative to sing on the weekend."

"If Da Peng knew that the weekend's playlist was full of yin music like the big funeral, would he regret letting him sing on the weekend?"

"Sister Zifeng seems to be a real fan, and she knows the details of the weekend."

"Dapeng definitely doesn't know, as soon as he opens his mouth on the weekend, he will be sent to the ICU at least and sent people away at worst."

"The last person who asked him to sing on the weekend didn't know if he went to the ICU or was sent directly to the mourning hall."

……

Mushroom House.

"Sister Zifeng, in fact, I can sing normal pop music."

What kind of yin music people, that is the prejudice of the world against themselves.

Over the weekend, I felt it was time to make a name for myself.

"That's right, there is also a song "Chengdu".

Sister Zifeng heard the words of the weekend, and thought about it, although there is only one normal work on the weekend, but it really can't be said that there is none.

"Ahem, I won't sing Chengdu today."

After a look at the sunny weather over the weekend, if a song "Chengdu" is sung, it will rain a little, and it will ruin the atmosphere a little.

"And what are you going to sing?"

Sister Zifeng looked at the weekend curiously, and in her impression, it seemed that there were no other normal works on the weekend except for Chengdu.

Zhou Zhou didn't answer immediately, but swept his eyes over everyone, and finally stayed on Zhan Ying's body for a while, and suddenly said, "Yes, I remembered a song." ”

"What song?"

Zhan Ying was a little hairy by the weekend's eyes, and subconsciously asked.

"A thirty-year-old woman."

Weekend smiled at Zhan Ying and slowly said the name of a song.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage heard the name of the song announced on the weekend, and it suddenly became lively.

"Hahaha, when you say the name of the song at the end of the weekend, why do you want to watch Zhan Ying."

"Laughing to death, this look on the weekend is meaningful, is this song related to Zhan Ying?"

"Isn't it, isn't Zhan Ying almost thirty?"

"Poof!! A thirty-year-old woman, emotionally singing Zhan Ying, snatching bamboo shoots!! ”

"I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die laughing."

"There is this last look on the weekend, even if it is not Zhan Ying who sings, I am afraid that it will be regarded as Zhan Ying."

Mushroom House.

When Zhan Ying heard the title of this song, she couldn't wait to slap herself in the mouth, why did she bother to ask such a sentence.

Isn't this hitting the muzzle of the gun yourself?

Just when Zhan Ying regretted it, he had already taken over an acoustic guitar from Da Peng on the weekend.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, and the banter in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by seriousness.

After a while, the chords sounded, and the soft melody made people unconsciously relax their bodies.

"She's a thirty-year-old woman who hasn't been married yet......"

(End of chapter)