Even if there are only two people, as long as the relationship is right, the atmosphere of eating hot pot can still be very lively.

This time, the two of them were brave enough to order only the red oil hot pot base.

When the waiter started the hot pot and served the food, and the aroma of the hot pot overflowed, the two realized that this restaurant seemed to be an authentic mountain city hot pot.

Before serving the dish, Song Yun said confidently, "I can eat spicy food."

Qin Shu looked at him without saying anything.

After the dish was served, Song Yunhui gulped down the strawberry milk and asked the waiter who came over to adjust the gas with red eyes, "Is this really slightly spicy?"

He confirmed again and again, and the waiter insisted that it was slightly spicy.

Finally, the waiter kindly brought him a bowl of water.

Song Yunhui seemed to understand, but was reluctant to admit it.

Qin Shu put his fist to his lips to hide his smile.

Song Yunhui was very stubborn and did not use the bowl of water to rinse any dishes.

Finally, a layer of red oil floated on the clear water.

Song Yunhui didn't cook any vegetables, but he did cook all the meat.

After finishing, he pushed the bowl of water to the side, right next to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu placed the clean water in front of himself.

Song Yunhui secretly raised his thumb.

Today is the considerate cool guy.

After eating hot pot, the two went to pick up Orange who was waiting anxiously in the hospital.

It wasn't that he was staring at someone, but the people surrounding the furry little chubby orange boy made it look very lively.

Qin Shu went to sign, and the doctor handed the orange to Song Yunhui.

Locked in the cat box, Orange was crazy about sticking to Song Yunhui, his paws were limp on the railing, and his eyes looked pitiful.

But this trick didn't work on Song Yunhui. He just poked Orange's little hairy paw and didn't take any further action.

After Qin Shu finished the formalities, the two left the hospital together.

Qin Shu came by car this time.

Arriving at the enclosed space, Orange was finally able to come out to keep watch.

Afraid that Orange would cause trouble, Song Yunhui took it to the back seat.

Qin Shu was driving in the front, while Song Yunhui was in the back seat, rubbing an orange while taking pictures with his other hand.

Most of his photo albums are now occupied by oranges.

Orange made a lot of noise for a long time, and finally, probably because he was tired, he fell asleep on his legs with his belly facing up.

The car was very quiet, with only the occasional conversation between the two of them. Song Yun looked back at the scenery fading away outside the window, feeling the soft touch under his hands, and his fingers tapped unconsciously.

He hummed a little, slowly committing the tune to memory in his mind.

Qin Shu glanced in the rearview mirror.

Song Yunhui lowered his head, opened the notepad on his phone, and typed quickly.

When he raised his head, the smile on his face was still there.

Qin Shu asked him: "Are you happy?"

Song Yunhui nodded: "Happy."

I had hot pot and orange hugs today, and my work has also made some progress.

As the car moved forward, bright and dark shadows passed across Qin Shu's face. When the light suddenly became brighter, Song Yunhui seemed to see a smile on the other's lips.

It is said that the less people smile, the better they look when they smile.

Song Yunhui felt that this sentence still made sense.

The scenes on both sides gradually became familiar. The car stopped in front of his house, and Song Yunhui gently put the still sleeping Orange into the cat cage.

He got out of the car, stood on the side of the road, and waved to Qin Shu through the car window.

Qin Shu sat in the car and watched him get home. He only left after the lights in the house came on.

After returning home, Qin Shu put Orange into the cat's nest and took a bath. He then picked up his mobile phone and habitually clicked on the big-eyed boy of [AAA Tea Wholesale Egg General].

After changing this account, he seems to have completely let himself go. The frequency of his updates has increased a lot, and most of them are reposts of the bloggers he follows, with a bunch of [hahahaha].

He didn’t do anything [hahaha] today, he just posted his daily life with photos.

There are three photos in total, one is a dry cup, one is the bottom of the pot still bubbling, and the other is an orange cat head.

This is a new account of his. Maybe because he followed the other party before, he has accumulated thousands of fans now, and they are all relatively active. The comment section is not crowded, but it is lively and lively. Others also share their dinners and cats.

[Another day of being envious of friends who have cats]

[Wait, this hand! These two hands! They look so good!]

[Another day of being curious about what Mr. Dan is doing, and still wondering why Qin Shu pays attention to Mr. Dan [cat head shaking.jpg]]

[Perhaps there is a possibility that this friend is Qin Shu? ]

[I learned about the comic strip from Dan Zong. Help me, I can’t climb out anymore.]

[Don’t think about it, it’s definitely not the case]

【Cat! Slurp! Cat! 】

…

Qin Shu didn't read the comments section for long. He clicked on the photo again, saved it to the album, lowered his brows, and looked at the two bottles of strawberry milk touching each other.

***

Song Yunhui returned home, took a shower, and then went into the recording studio.

After he had the idea, he progressed very quickly. He kept changing the audio source while listening, and finally he was satisfied. He looked at the time and found that it was already 11:30 in the evening and it was time to go to bed.

Song Yunhui's brain was still excited after finishing work. He hesitated for only two seconds, then closed the notebook and went to the master bedroom.

I was so busy these past two days that I completely forgot that I had signed a contract with the live streaming website.

The fact is that he has become poor.

Almost most of the money was given to Song Cheng, and the rest was needed to book a recording studio and some professional teams. After all, he is no different from when he first entered the circle.

You can make money by writing music, but it takes a long time and it will take some time before you get paid.

Every bit of help counts.

Even so, he didn't expect to make much money from live streaming. He just wanted to chat with people in the evening and organize his day.

With previous experience, he already knew how to operate it and his movements became much smoother.

Late at night, the account that had not logged in for a few days flashed again.

It was almost midnight and there were unexpectedly many people staying up late.

There is no banana dog today. Song Yunhui thought for a moment, pulled the camera down to below his neck, and then clicked start.

There were some people waiting there before the show started, and after it started, people started coming in one after another.

Song Yunhui sat with one leg raised and said hello: "Good evening."

【Good evening, good evening! I finally waited for you! 】

[Today's relaxation is also thanks to soy milk! ! ]

[After getting used to the soy milk here, it’s hard to watch other live broadcasts. They’re either too noisy or too silent QAQ]

[+1 wuwu, I'd be sad if I didn't see you every day QAQ]

[The camera has been turned up to this point, so let’s raise it higher. Ugh T^T]

[Dounian looks good in this outfit (although you can’t see her face)]

【Where did you go today? 】

Song Yunhui was slowly searching for the song while replying to the comments in a gentle and soft voice.

"I went out to eat hot pot with my friends today. It was fun."

"Let's listen to some soothing music today."

"The camera is a bit weak and can't be lifted up."

He rested his head on the table with one elbow, and with the other hand he touched the mouse, clicking slowly.

He spoke slowly and there was no other noise in the live broadcast room. It was quiet but not awkward. The screen was not as bright as in other live broadcast rooms. There was an inexplicable, soothing feeling.

The popularity of the live broadcast room is slowly rising.

Maybe it’s because of the contract signing, his popularity is rising much faster today than before, and the barrage is much more lively.

Song Yun flipped through the pages and finally found the song he wanted to listen to.

Even though his face cannot be seen, viewers in the live broadcast room can tell from his exposed body posture that he is very relaxed, and his mood also unconsciously relaxes.

Song Yunhui's voice is very special, somewhat like the spring night breeze, a little cool, but also with a softness that caresses everything. The combination of these two strange characteristics makes it impossible to take your attention away.

In order to read the lyrics clearly, Song Yunhui temporarily closed the barrage and did not see the series of reward messages.

The barrage failed to block Song Yunhui's vision, but the pk application that suddenly popped up blocked the lyrics.

Song Yunhui didn't know what this thing was, but that didn't stop him from refusing it.

That way there's nothing blocking your view.

It was not until he reopened the barrage that he realized what he had just rejected.

[The person opposite is a big anchor! He accepted the traffic and it came. I don’t understand why he refused.]

[If you compete with Xiaoxiao, you will definitely lose. Why would you agree to a losing situation? 】

[I just topped up my account, but it was rejected]

"Does PK cost money?"

Song Yunhui lowered his head and started to read a thousand degrees.

After about a minute, he raised his head again and turned off the option to allow PK.

“It’s hard to make money, so spend wisely.”

Yawning, he said, "You can start ordering the next song."

The songs requested by netizens were varied, and Song Yunyang finally picked the one that appeared the most times.

He continued broadcasting until one o'clock, said "goodbye", and then quietly ended the broadcast, only being rewarded at the end.

Today was a day when everyone slept well.

The next morning, Song Yunhui was still washing up with a messy head of hair when there was a knock on the door.

“I am here.”

Qin Shu stood at the door, holding an insulated box in one hand and an orange in the other.

The door opened, Song Yun looked back with a pair of dead fish eyes, holding a toothbrush in his mouth, and said incoherently:

"Hum."

Qin Shu guessed he wanted to say please come in.

Putting the thermos box on the table, Qin Shu asked, "Did you stay up late last night?"

Song Yun came back after rinsing his mouth and nodded.

He received a message from Qin Shu during the live broadcast last night, and the two agreed that Qin Shu would bring Chengzi and Xiaolongbao over to visit him this morning.

After agreeing on a time, he set an alarm, but he didn't expect that he still didn't get up in the end.

Qin Shu opened the incubator.

A fragrance instantly wafts out. The small steamed bun has a thin skin and large fillings, and it looks like it is full of juicy soup.

Steam puffed out, and Song Yunhui's eyes became blurred for a moment.

Qin Shu asked him, "What's wrong?"

Song Yun smiled back, took the chopsticks, and said, "Nothing, it's just that I haven't had steamed buns in the morning for a long time."

To be precise, it was because they hadn't had lunch for breakfast in a long time. Since Song Zishu came home, the Song family's habit of eating lunch in the morning was completely changed, and they only had bread and milk in the morning.

***

There was still bread and milk on the table.

As Song Yunyang was going downstairs and tying his tie, the housekeeper stood downstairs and watched him walk straight to the door. He asked, "Young Master, don't you want to have breakfast?"

Song Yunyang was about to nod when he turned his gaze and saw Song Zishu sitting at the table.

He finally sat down.

I looked around and felt like something was wrong.

It seems like something is missing.

Song Yunyang asked the housekeeper: "Where is Song Yun? Dad said he will be back in a few days."

The butler hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.