Jiang Zhaosu was looking at a seafood buffet restaurant with private rooms.
After all, it was just the beginning of the live broadcast, so Jiang Zhaosu was inevitably a little shy and didn't want to attract too much attention.
Qi Xing had no objection to this.
Qi Tong glanced at Jiang Zhaosu's phone screen and said, "I've eaten at this restaurant before, so I won't go there again."
Qi Xing: "Who asked you?"
This buffet restaurant charges 299 yuan per person.
Qi Tong has always paid attention to body management and strictly controlled his diet, so he can't make back his money at all.
Qi Tong: “…”
In order to avoid being in a rush in the buffet restaurant, Jiang Zhaosu figured out how to use various devices and decided to try playing it at home first.
While she was debugging the equipment, Qi Xing went to the kitchen to cook turkey noodles for her.
According to Jiang Zhaosu, a veteran food broadcaster, these brightly colored foods seem to be very popular among food broadcasters.
Qi Xing cooked two packets of turkey noodles for Jiang Zhaosu and fried three golden soft-boiled eggs.
Qi Tong, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, smelled the aroma and felt a little greedy. He couldn't help but said, "Brother, cook a pack for me too. I want it spicy."
"Cook it yourself." Qi Xing didn't even raise his head. "Fugui can't eat such spicy food."
Qi Tong fell silent again.
In the past, she always felt that Qi Xing paid too much attention to her and controlled her too much, which made her feel very stressed. Now, she felt that Qi Xing didn't treat her as a human being.
Because Qi Xing hadn't finished cooking yet, Jiang Zhaosu set up all the equipment, opened the live broadcast room, and then sat quietly, staring at the screen blankly.
Because she was a new anchor, the live broadcast room was deserted. Occasionally one or two people came in and left quickly.
Jiang Zhaosu felt a little embarrassed.
So, when someone came in, Jiang Zhaosu would start reading their ID name: "Hello, Kitten Bible."
"Welcome to my live broadcast room on rainy days."
"Hello, period."
"Hello, desperate rural people."
Jiang Zhaosu was stunned when he saw the ID name, then he encouraged the other party: "Desperate rural people, don't despair. I also came from the countryside, and I feel that life now is still very good. Think about it, compared to the plight of those people in those apocalyptic novels, we are already very lucky..."
I don’t know if it was because she took the initiative to speak, but this “desperate rural man” actually didn’t leave. He stayed in her live broadcast room for several minutes and then posted a barrage.
[Host, your microphone volume is too low. I can't hear what you are saying.]
Jiang Zhaosu: “…”
It's rare for her to speak so sincerely and heartwarmingly for so long, and it was all in vain that she nurtured the relationship.
"What's going on?" Jiang Zhaosu quickly stood up and checked the equipment.
Qi Xing was still frying eggs in the kitchen at this time and had closed the door.
Qi Tong, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, noticed that something seemed to have happened on Jiang Zhaosu's side.
"What's wrong?" Qi Tong put down his phone and walked over.
Jiang Zhaosu looked up and asked her for help: "Some audience members said they couldn't hear what I was saying."
"Let me see."
In fact, Qi Tong had considered doing live streaming before, and being a good-looking anchor or something. He even broadcast a few shows and the data was good.
But as the number of people in the live broadcast room increased, Qi Tong became timid again.
She looks so much like Qi Xing. If she becomes really famous, Qi Xing might see it and would definitely chase her and talk about her again.
So Qi Tong finally gave up.
"You seem to have plugged the two wires in reverse."
Qi Tong checked Jiang Zhaosu's radio equipment, neatly reconnected the cable, and asked, "What now?"
Jiang Zhaosu quickly asked the viewer who was still in the live broadcast room: "Desperate rural people, can you hear me clearly now?"
When Qi Tong heard this ID, he laughed and said, "What kind of ID is this?"
Yes, yes, yes!
[Anchor, who was speaking just now? The voice was so nice.]
"She's my boyfriend's sister."
Jiang Zhaosu answered honestly, then looked up and repeated to Qi Tong: "The desperate rural people praised your beautiful voice."
When Qi Tong heard this ID, he wanted to laugh: "Really?"
"How many people are there in your live broadcast room now?" Qi Tong asked Jiang Zhaosu.
"two."
Jiang Zhaosu clicked on the audience in the live broadcast room: "There is another one who doesn't drink pure milk, hello."
“There are so few spectators.”
Qi Tong had nothing to do, so he simply walked over to Jiang Zhaosu and said to the camera in a soft voice: "Hey guys, can you help me invite some friends to watch the live broadcast? My sister-in-law is broadcasting for the first time today, let's support the new anchor."
After Qi Tong's face appeared on the screen, the live broadcast room was silent for a minute, and suddenly a system prompt appeared.
[Desperate Rural People] shared the live broadcast room.
[Don’t drink pure milk] shared the live broadcast room.
[Melancholy migrant worker] entered the live broadcast room.
[The Heartless Brick-Mover] entered the live broadcast room.
【Any】entered the live broadcast room.
…
Oh shit.
This desperate rural man must be a college student. He called everyone in the dormitory over.
Jiang Zhaosu was shocked when he saw the number of people in the live broadcast room suddenly increase from single digits to double digits.
She hasn't even started eating yet, and there are already so many people watching.
Is this the power of appearance?
At this time, Qi Xing also came out of the kitchen with a plate. Seeing Qi Tong sitting next to Jiang Zhaosu, he frowned and said, "Xiaoya, Fugui is live streaming. What are you doing there? Come here quickly."
"Qi..." Jiang Zhaosu was so excited about the skyrocketing number of viewers in his live broadcast room that he almost blurted out Qi Xing's full name. But then he remembered that he was still live streaming and quickly changed his words: "Brother Ronghua, come and see! There are suddenly so many more people in my live broadcast room!"
"Really? Fugui is so powerful."
Qi Xing walked out with the cooked turkey noodles, took Qi Tong aside, took the seat next to Jiang Zhaosu, and leaned over to look at the screen.
After Qi Xing showed his face, the comments in the live broadcast room suddenly froze for a moment, and then began to scroll wildly.
[Is this the blogger's boyfriend?! So handsome! ! ! !]
【My eyes light up again and again...】
[I remember I came into a food streaming room, where did this end?]
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