"The fragrant taste~ Have you ever eaten it?

Spicy feeling~ Have you ever tasted it?

The singing voice of the Internet celebrity~ Have you heard it?

Real baked gluten~ can be strong!~~~

Let you eat real affordability! different taste!!

Grilled gluten, grilled gluten ~~ My baked gluten!

Let you eat happily every day~

Grilled gluten, grilled gluten ~~ My baked gluten!

Let you eat every morning and dusk!~~~~"

When Chen Xinyan entered the house, he found that the fat ball monk was holding a microphone and singing affectionately. Food has always been his favorite, and this song "Roasted Gluten" by Brother Gluten of Station B ghost animal is a perfect fit for his mood. Since Chen Xinshen learned about the future 2018 gluten brother trend from Qianfan Shenzhou, he came back and told everyone about the legendary gluten brother.

As a rising star, Brother Gluten, a master of tactical ventilation, has risen between the micro and the end, but with his divine lyric and composing ability, he is not inferior to Brother Mo Bolan, who is the Big Three of Dreams, Brother Jiaopan of the Death Hometown and Brother Think-stealing Treble, so that he is the last, and it can be said that he is called the Four Heavenly Kings of Dreams along with the original Dream Triumvirate.

As soon as he saw his ghostly creative ability and his unbearable benevolence to his wandering poet buddies who picked up garbage to eat, he was deeply moved. The difference is that he pursues music, while he pursues food, and the difference on the surface is only the difference on the surface, but the essence is the same. The same lack of talent, but the same hard work for the dream. Isn't this ridiculous? People who pursue dreams are never ridiculous, dreamers are ridiculous, and even more ridiculous are people who don't have the courage to chase dreams but have the courage to laugh at those who chase dreams.

Therefore, although the fat ball monk has never met Brother Gluten, he has a feeling that his confidant in the sea is like a neighbor in the world. In his eyes, although Brother Gluten has no relationship with Buddhism, he has a Confucian spirit: the unkempt sloppiness is the backbone of the famous men of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and the care of the wandering poet is the Confucian advocacy of the poor to be good alone, and to help the world when they are good.

I have to say that the fat ball monk is not very good at cooking, but he is a good hand at singing. His singing style is steady with skin, and the skin is stable, perhaps because of the fat man's large lung capacity, and the fat ball monk sings even in the high notes. A "Gluten Song" was sung by him, but he sang about feelings, heartbreak, and tears.

"Good!"

After singing the song, Xu Xinyu, the women's clothing boss, took the lead in applauding. The singing voice of the fat ball monk was so amazing that he was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and with a few cups of yellow soup in his stomach, he raised his hands and walked onto the stage. Immediately afterwards, a scene that everyone present will never forget...... Xu Xinyu actually came to a pole dance on the spot with the cute girl's head and strong man's body, and the one who acted as the pole was still a fat ball monk, maybe it should be called a steel ball dance?

The most embarrassing thing for the fat ball monk is that the women's clothing boss just won his field, and he can't just slip away, otherwise he will dismantle his stage. So he had no choice but to stand in place with a bitter face and watch Xu Xinyu stretch out his furry thighs around him.

"Huh. ”

Chen Xinyan couldn't help laughing, this scene was too joyful, even if he was still worried in the last second, the haze was dissipated at this moment. Sure enough, the fat ball monk, as the pistachio in the team, encountered other strange things, and the effect was far greater than one plus one equals two.

"Huh, boss, you're here. Hurry up, hurry, I have something to tell you!" As soon as the fat ball monk saw Chen Xinyan, he immediately excused himself from the shocking dance steps of the women's clothing boss, and pounced on his thighs with a saved expression.

Chen Xinyan tried his best to pin his pig face away from his thigh, and said helplessly: "What's the matter?"

"When you weren't there just now, everyone discussed that they wanted to accompany me to participate in the 9th 'Golden Spatula Award' International Xiuzhen Chef Competition, and even Sister Zhen Zhen agreed, so will you come along?"

Hearing this, Chen Xinyan raised his head and glanced at Ye Zhenzhen, who was not far away, with an indifferent face, and then lowered his head and said, "Since everyone has gone, then I'll go together." ”

"Great!" Fat Ball Monk was suddenly moved to a handful of snot and tears, all of which were wiped on Chen Xinyan's trouser legs.

Chen Xinshen: "......"

If it weren't for the third senior brother himself saying that his wine gourd only contained Du Kang, he would definitely seriously doubt whether he had taken fake wine. From Ye Zhenzhen to the fat ball monk, and then to the women's clothing boss who indulges in singing and dancing over there, all of them have great mood swings. Looking at the snot and tears on his trouser legs, he was quickly relieved again: to relieve worries and forget worries, to be carefree, to be carefree, to be fearless. They are not emotionally fluctuating, but they have left their worries behind Du Kang's wine, and they are not afraid to show their hearts in front of others, thus showing their truest selves. From another point of view, isn't this the kind of reckless and uninhibited debauchery of the third senior brother?

Finally pulling his thighs out of the arm hoop of the fat ball monk, Chen Xinshen bent down and snatched the microphone from the fat ball monk lying on the ground.

Fat Ball Monk: "......"

The fat ball monk raised his head in confusion and sang: "Who snatched my microphone~~~ It doesn't matter, I still have my throat~~~ yes~~yeah~"

"Bajie shut up. Chen Xinyan glared back at him, and then explained, "I want to sing a song." ”

Chen Xinyan first used his orange talent to freeze the women's clothing boss who was dancing the demonic pole dance in front of the air, so as not to be affected by him, and then stood under the lights of the room and sang slowly:

"What is calling me to remind me

I was cowardly and hesitated

If only I could break free from the rope

If no one sees me, he will speak against me

I'm a camel, I've never seen the most beautiful desert

The frog in the well advised me not to believe the nonsense of migratory birds"

His singing voice is not as high-pitched as the fat ball monk, and he does not have a very clever singing voice, some just sing in a low voice, and the breeze is slow.

"It turns out that this is the desert, and there are no camels in the first place

Responsibly say what is me and what is me

The whole world is desert, and the people live with camels in their hearts

You'll act like I've never been here at all

It's all my fault that I killed the camel with my own hands."

There was a cheer from the audience, and the disturbing noise drowned out her, and he and she could not make a single sound, as if they were about to drown in this noise.

Who's the camel?

She was the camel, she thought.

The camel that had been planted in his hands all his life.

He was the camel, he thought.

The camel that was tied to a stake and could only circle in place.

She thought she was a camel that couldn't break free.

He thought, he was the camel that learned that the rope could break free.

When the rainy season is over, will there be any small fruits that I love to eat?

Who's the camel?

The whole world is a desert, and we are all camels.