ALL NOVEL Chapter 82
Chapter 82 Qingqing’s short story (8 more seeking automatic subscription)
Naturally, you can’t tell a story or something, and you have to wait until after dinner.
For dinner, it is steam pot chicken.
Because it needs to be simmered slowly, everyone naturally sits in the pavilion and waits.
As the sun sets, Wu Jing is full of emotion watching Zifeng sitting on the swing swinging around.
“It’s really far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Seriously, buying a house here is absolutely comfortable.”
“Ha ha.”
Teacher He and others laughed.
Then, Teacher He said to Su Xinghe: “What did you think, you want to live here.”
Su Xinghe shrugged: “I originally lived in the mountains, but later found out that it was a bit troublesome. After all, Qingqing is still young, so she lives here if she wants to contact people.”
After a pause, he smiled and said, “I myself…It doesn’t matter, I like nature.”
A few of them were chatting, and Peng Peng and Teacher He started the oral advertisement just right.
Su Xinghe doesn’t mind, but he has never participated.
He doesn’t oppose this behavior, but he really doesn’t like it.
Regarding advertising, Su Xinghe has always felt that as long as it does not affect the broadcast and production of the program, what should be done, after all, people spend money.
In this situation, although there are more than 90 advertisers who want him to endorse or broadcast, even Huang Xiaochu has asked him what he means.
However, Su Xinghe refused directly.
The reason is very simple.First, he is not short of money.Second, he just likes the atmosphere of “A Longing for Life”, and he does not really intend to re-enter the entertainment circle.
Why should I look at those…Advertisers’ expressions, Huang Xiaochu actually felt that Su Xinghe was right.
They lived in seclusion, and as a result, the house is now rented to the program group, and he also exposed multiple identities in the program, and even was hacked.
Don’t forget, “Longing for Life” is catching Su Xinghe’s heat.
Under this circumstance, I also thought that Su Xinghe would not be afraid that those people who verbally broadcast the advertisement would have problems in their minds! Soon, the dinner was finally ready.
Assorted vegetarian dishes, stewed knuckles in rice wine, steam pot chicken, grilled fish with lemongrass, minced meat and garlic sprouts, minced meat eggplant, fried cabbage, chives and eggs.
A lot of delicious food is on the round table.
“Come on, we welcome Wu Jing and Xie Nan to the Mushroom House, and thank Hu Ge again for his hard work today.”
Huang Xiaochu took the lead in raising the wine glass and said with a smile to everyone.
“We respected Teacher Huang and Xinghe for a busy afternoon and prepared such a large table of delicious food for all of us.”
Teacher He also said with a smile.
“Come on, cheers!”
“cheers!”
“Thank you both.”
“I wish everyone health and peace and prosperity.”
After everyone clinked their glasses, they started to eat.
“It’s so delicious.”
“Yes, this elbow is not greasy at all, it’s so delicious!”
“This broth rice, absolutely!”
“It’s so fragrant!”
What a group of people eat is called a sweet, completely star artist’s shelf.
The viewers in the live broadcast room are even more painful at this time.
“Hey, you know, this is a food show!”
“I really envy them, having dinner made by Teacher Xinghuang.”
“Can’t bear it, I decided to order a takeaway.”
“Yes! Have dinner.”
“I don’t read this paragraph, monk!”
“Don’t open the forest!”
…Soon, everyone finished their meal and sat there chatting.
“You can tell a story this time, right”
Looking at Su Xinghe, Hu Ge asked.
He has been waiting to hear Su Xinghe’s story.
“Well, let’s talk about it for a while.”
Su Xinghe thought about it for a while, and then told a section of the story in “Jian Ye”.
The time is not long, only more than twenty minutes.
“Go on”
Hu Ge and the others looked at Su Xinghe with an unsatisfactory look.
Su Xinghe shook his head: “Nothing, I said, this story is going to be written as a novel.”
“…………”
Several people suddenly felt that Su Xinghe’s book fans were about to explode him, this guy is really Damn it.
“Haha, look at you, don’t be angry.”
Su Xinghe laughed.
At this moment, a small fleshy hand was raised.
“I, I want to tell a story!”
The child Su Qingqing said loudly.
“Oh, Qingqing”
Everyone was startled.
Teacher He was even more surprised: “Do you want to tell us stories too?”
“Yes, my brother told me many stories before.”
Qingqing smiled: “Qingqing can also listen to everyone.”
“Good, good.”
“Qingqing is awesome!”
“Welcome Qingqing!”
Everyone began to applaud enthusiastically.
After all, for such a small child, she has the courage to stand up and tell stories and perform, which is already very good.
Of course you must support her.
As for what is said, it doesn’t really matter.
“Come on, sit on Uncle Huang’s lap.”
Huang Xiaochu said with a smile.
He really liked Qing Qing, smiled and hugged Qing Qing on his lap, letting Qing Qing begin to tell the story.
“Hello everyone, I am Su Qingqing, five years old this year, I will tell you a story!”
The little girl jumped down from Huang Xiaochu’s lap, and walked to the middle, facing the camera lens, first bowed to everyone, and then bowed to the camera to the audience in the live broadcast room. Bowed.
………….. “Oh, Qingqing is so cute!”
“Ai Qingqing, no worries!”
“My Qingqing, I really like it.”
“It would be great if there was a daughter like this.”
“This girl is so polite”
………….. “Once upon a time, there was a little Taoist priest who could never catch a monster.
Later, the little Taoist became vulgar.
Because he wanted to marry a fairy.
His senior brothers were in the same family, and they all severed ties with him.
On the day of the wedding, the day of the big wedding, none of the brothers was present.
The ghosts of the whole city gathered in the sky above the wedding, and wanted to help this guy with a soft heart and nagging thoughts, but in the end he married a little fox to block a thunderstorm.
After all, the avenue is ruthless, and the monsters have different paths.
But on that day, nothing happened in the clear sky.
Only later I heard from the pilgrims on the mountain that that day, the brothers on the green mountain were all in ragged clothes.
100 years and 100 inheritance on that day, seven of ten will fall…”
With the crisp voice of the little girl, everyone’s expressions changed.
Everyone looked at Qingqing, and then at Su Xinghe.
“Xinghe, this story is what you think”
Huang Xiaochu looked at Su Xinghe.
Su Xinghe smiled shyly, but felt helpless in his heart.
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