Chapter 355: How can a worker not be crazy?

"Since we are selling products, of course we must do everything possible to meet the needs of fans."

[Ma Tao, just based on what you said, I am willing to call you my God.]

Since you've already satisfied other fans' cake-making requests, can you please satisfy mine? I don't have any excessive demands, I just want to see the best actor and the top show off his abs.

[I second the suggestion. We should look at the abdominal muscles of the top stars and the best actors.]

[Are you really not afraid that they will be forced to shut down their live broadcast room due to pornography?]

Ma Tao has arranged for staff to go to the brick kiln to buy cream.

Now the barrage of comments wanting to see them showing off their abs is flooding the screens of mobile phones.

Song Zhiwei's face was gloomy, and his hands were naturally protected in front of his chest. "What are you guys thinking? Do you think you can show off your abdominal muscles? That's a different price."

[Top streamer, please tell me how much it costs. Although I don’t have any money, I can still crowdfund with my sisters. ]

Seeing the little lion next to him about to explode, Song Zhiyuan took the initiative to help the little lion out, "Hey babies, you can't just look at a boy's abs casually, but you can let Xiaowei sing a song for you."

[Listen to Sister Song. If that's not possible, listen to the top singers singing.]

Song Zhiwei's voice has almost recovered now, and the doctor also said that he can do appropriate vocal cord stretching exercises, but high-intensity work cannot be carried out for the time being.

Song Zhiwei entered the entertainment industry to fulfill his dream of singing. Although there were some accidents in the middle, he was even deeply trapped in them and thought he would never be able to sing again. Fortunately, his voice has now healed and there are no sequelae.

Singing is not a difficult thing for Song Zhiwei.

While waiting for the materials, Song Zhiwei picked up his mobile phone and found the accompaniment of his previous songs.

[Oh my god, my dead memories are coming back to attack me, and I'm dreaming straight back to that summer when I voted for the talent show.]

[Our top star is finally back with his voice intact! Hey, please start your concert soon! We can't wait.]

[Thank goodness Sister Song sent Dingliu to the hospital for treatment, otherwise we would have heard Dingliu singing again.]

As long as he is in the field of music, Song Zhiwei is like a fish returning to the sea and finding his sense of belonging. Song Zhiwei sang five songs in a row for his fans, each of which is a classic.

When he was singing the sixth song, Song Zhiyuan stopped him and said, "It's not fully healed yet, use it sparingly."

[Sister Song is about to make me laugh to death.]

[Although I haven't listened to enough, I'll save some for now so that I can hear more top songs in the future.]

While Song Zhiwei was singing to satisfy his fans' requests, Shen Jingmo separated the egg white and yolk and beat them into an oil-free and water-free container.

Not only did they not have an automatic egg beater on site, they didn't even have a manual egg beater. If they wanted to beat the eggs with just a pair of chopsticks, it would take forever.

"Yuanyuan, can you please help me get the chopsticks?" Chen Jingmo said as he searched for usable tools in the bamboo basket.

Hearing this, Song Zhiyuan was about to stand up to help, but Song Zhiwei pressed his shoulders and made him sit down.

Song Zhiwei handed a pair of chopsticks to Shen Jingmo and said, "My old man is reluctant to order my sister around, but you do it very well. Tell me if you have anything to do and I'll do it."

Shen Jingmo tied the chopsticks into a ball with tape, then sandwiched a ball of tissue paper in the middle, successfully separating the chopsticks that were closed together.

Shen Jingmo tried it first, and after confirming that it was feasible, he handed the egg white to Song Zhiwei and said, "Whip the egg white."

This bastard Shen Jingmo did it on purpose.

Seeing Song Zhiwei's eyes gradually darkening, Shen Jingmo looked at Song Zhiyuan.

Before Shen Jingmo could speak again, Song Zhiwei raised his hand and took the stainless steel basin containing the egg whites, "Beat it then."

[The top star is so cute when he's sulking. 】

[It seems like the actor has found a way to trigger the top stars to do something. As long as he mentions Sister Song, the top stars will obey.]

[Sister Song is definitely the weak link between these two people. If this happened in ancient times, these two people would definitely give up their country for Sister Song.]

Song Zhiyuan sat in front of the live camera, answering questions from netizens while watching the two people work.

The dim sunlight gradually sets in the west, and the moon like a jade plate quietly climbs up from the other side.

In order to facilitate work at night, the staff of the program team installed a few more headlights in the square.

[Sister Song, what time can you live stream tonight?]

There are still many office workers who don’t have time to watch their live broadcast, so Song Zhiyuan and Ma Tao discussed extending the live broadcast room to 12 o’clock in the evening.

Song Zhiyuan said truthfully, "My dears, in order for everyone to be in a better mood for work tomorrow, we will go live at 12 o'clock and then go offline."

[Luckily, fortunately, my class doesn't end until nine o'clock, so I can still catch the last live broadcast.]

[Sister Song is quite nice, and even considerate of us hard-working office workers.]

On the other side, Song Zhiwei held the basin and beat the opponent for nearly half an hour. His arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them. His movements were smooth at the beginning, but now they were stuck.

Song Zhiwei angrily threw the basin on the table and asked, "Is this okay?"

The egg liquid in the bowl is now just slightly foamy.

Without tools like a juicer or a meat grinder, Shen Jingmo had to use a stone mortar to pound the coriander juice. After hearing the sound, Shen Jingmo leaned forward to take a look and shook his head, "It's still early."

"Chen Jingmo, are you deliberately torturing me? I've already been beating you seriously for half an hour, and you told me it's too early?"

Song Zhiwei now believed that Chen Jingmo was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Song Zhiwei stuffed the basin into Shen Jingmo's arms, "Let's switch, you beat the eggs."

[Although I recently started working as an apprentice at a cake shop, I can vouch for the actor that it's still too early to whip the eggs. The eggs should be whipped until they're firm enough to hold chopsticks.]

【Then we must destroy the top stream. 】

The two of them took turns and continued working.

By the time Song Zhiwei had pounded all the coriander, Chen Jingmo hadn't finished yet, so Cheng Yuhan and Xiao Zhang took over.

Cheng Yuhan was beating eggs with sweat all over his face while cursing, "Our production team is poor and stingy, and yet we have to agree to such embarrassing requests from fans. Are they embarrassing the fans or us?"

"What boyfriend? He wants to eat cake on his birthday. Girl, listen to my advice. Your boyfriend definitely doesn't love you."

Cheng Yuhan's arms were bulging with veins because of the force he exerted.

[It's obvious that the newcomer's mental state is on the verge of collapse.]

[Of course, working people are crazy, otherwise why would a newcomer openly ask for a breakup in front of the production team?]

The newbie is completely imitating my work situation, where I complain and want to quit every day, but I still have to keep going.

After playing for more than ten minutes, Cheng Yuhan's hands were sore, so Xiao Zhang took over.

As the sun sets, the villagers who have been harvesting coriander in the fields all day gather in the small square to sell it.