Woofy
"So, we just keep observing and protecting secretly?" Xiao Ming obediently threw the tea bag into the trash can and looked at it twice to express his regret.
"That's not necessary. Just let them develop freely." Zhou Min turned his gaze with satisfaction. "I'm too busy with my own affairs of love to help."
"That's right, haha. I don't have any experience either, so I'd better stop gossiping and focus on my job." Xiao Ming clicked on the backend of Zheng Cheng's homepage. "Have you seen how many troublemakers there are in the comments section lately?"
"Yes, I see."
Blackthorn Durian: I've been to this shop before, it's not very good and the prices are so high.
[Red Heart AAA: You've received the money, right? The food looks fake, definitely fake.]
As long as the traffic of a video reaches a certain level, there will definitely be negative comments. Xiao Ming is no longer surprised by this. Generally, he doesn't care about it and just reports the uncivilized language. However, this time the negative comments came with a lot of likes, which is suspicious.
"It's just some online trolls. Clearly, someone's got red eyes." Zhou Min scrolled through the comments section. "Here, there's another debater on our side."
My fellow debaters left comments under some negative and highly praised posts.
[Wangwanghuhu: I've been there too, and while some dishes are indeed a bit over-the-top, the ones the host recommends are all pretty good. This sea urchin is the only one you can get here, and they've already made it a secret. If you don't know, don't come.]
[Wangwanghuhu: Whoever said they were charging money? Fenghou BBQ is the only one in Shanghai. They're so busy with their own business, why would they need paid advertising? They're just talking nonsense without understanding the situation. Are they a troll army?]
Many people echoed:
[I also think that this grilled crab legs is very cost-effective. I have tried it before and I want to try it again.]
[That's right, Boss Fenghou doesn't need a proxy. You can tell he's just a country bumpkin who doesn't know how to talk nonsense.]
"Awesome, this Wangwanghuhu brother, he met Brother Cheng's career fan." Xiao Ming gave him two thumbs up.
"It's really awesome." Zhou Min clicked on Wangwanghuhu's homepage. This person only posted one photo yesterday.
The photo was taken near Qingjiang University, showing the riverside scenery. The sun is shining brightly and the river is sparkling. You have to zoom in to see that there is a person sitting on a bench in the distance with his knees hugged.
【If you are well, it will be a sunny day. 】
It's quite childish. Zhou Min raised the corner of his mouth.
The atmosphere in the car was a little strange.
No one spoke or moved. Zheng Cheng's fingers were just on Hu Hanyu's hand, his head facing outside, not knowing what he was looking at.
My neck is a little sore and my shoulders are tight. It's so awkward sitting like this.
Zheng Sisi yawned: "It's twelve o'clock. Are we going to have hot pot when we get home?"
"Let's not move for lunch. I'll make some fried rice to eat." Hu Hanyu turned his head and answered her.
"I'm fine with anything, brother?" Zheng Sisi turned to look at him.
"Okay." Zheng Cheng pulled his hand back, pinched his shoulders, and straightened his hair.
When we got back to the B&B, Xiao Ming had already taken the initiative to set the table, chopped green onions and washed the pot.
"I don't know anything else, I only know this," he said.
"Okay, I'll do the rest." Hanyu went to wash his hands as soon as he entered the room.
"This is... Gu Zichen?" Zhou Ren pointed at the things the driver moved into the house.
"Yes, I put it in there. Two boxes wouldn't fit, so I split it into three. It's such a disappointing thing." Zheng Cheng sat down in front of the computer. "I'm dying of thirst. Pour me a glass of water and I'll explain it to you."
As Xiao Ming stood up, Hanyu handed him a glass of ice water. Zheng Cheng took it and drank several sips.
"I'm really impressed. Luckily I didn't go yesterday. That Guo Cun Cun also came. He was obviously looking for trouble when he saw me."
"Wow, seriously, I almost wanted to rush up and beat him up!" Zheng Sisi also joined in the narration.
The two siblings in the living room chatted animatedly, and Xiao Ming was filled with indignation. "Is this what the richest man in the capital said? He's no different than the scoundrel sitting at the village entrance."
"This person cannot represent the imperial capital. It's a purely personal issue. I have many very nice friends in the imperial capital." Zheng Sisi waved her hand and drove away the dangerous regional cannon.
"The scoundrels at the village entrance are better than him. Fortunately, Hanyu didn't lose to him." Zheng Cheng said with a little pride.
"Brother, I didn't hear it. What did Brother Hanyu say to him at that time? I saw Guo Cuncun's face turned black." Zheng Sisi asked.
"It's not something you should listen to anyway." Zheng Cheng looked away.
"What? Tell me in secret." Zheng Sisi leaned close to his ear.
Zheng Cheng would not say it, and what he would not say was that when the topic of comparing size was mentioned, people would inevitably notice something.
Anyway, Hu Hanyu is definitely not roasted sesame.
Why did I start thinking about this already?
Let’s talk about work.
The seafood fried rice for lunch was served quickly. Each person had a bowl and it was gobbled up in no time, even faster than it was cooked.
Once he got into the working state, Zheng Cheng immersed himself in it and gave a lot of revision suggestions to the rough cut of the video. When Zheng Sisi woke up from her nap, she found that they were still making revisions.
"Has time stood still or have I traveled through time? Why are you all still in the same place?" She looked around sleepily.
"Hanyu is still in the kitchen?" Zheng Cheng then noticed Hu Hanyu standing in the kitchen.
The kitchen sink has been transformed into a seafood market. The surviving shellfish are soaked in water to spit out the sand, and the shrimps and crabs that need to be shelled are shelled and cut, and are neatly lined up on the plates.
"Didn't they say it would be quick? Why is it taking so long?" Zheng Cheng walked to the kitchen.
"Well, I didn't expect that they all came with whole shells. It took me a while." Hu Hanyu wrapped a towel in one hand and was using his own oyster knife to pry into the abalone shell. The red gradient dots on the snow-white towel were quite eye-catching.
"Are you hurt?" Zheng Cheng reached out to pry open the towel and take a look.
There was a cut on his left index finger, about three centimeters long. It had lost its color due to being soaked in water and was weakly open, like a mouth.
"It's not serious, the bleeding has stopped." Hu Hanyu wanted to wrap the towel back.
"You call this not serious? It's almost talking." Zheng Cheng held onto him tightly, "Stop for a moment and come back to the room with me."
In order to prevent himself from getting injured during an attack, Zheng Cheng had iodine, cotton swabs and Band-Aids in his suitcase. He took them out and wrapped them around Hu Hanyu, and then wrapped a layer of waterproof tape on the outside.
The young master, who never folds a single piece of clothing at home, is so skilled in treating wounds that it's heartbreaking.
Hu Hanyu just stood there and let him do his work, even applying the iodine with a smile on his lips, as if bandaging the wound was something he really enjoyed.
"I'll give you a few more to use when you take a shower at night." Zheng Cheng gave him a few more waterproof stickers.
"Okay." Hu Hanyu smiled happily as he took it in his hand.
"Still laughing? If you don't clean it up, you'll get scars. Don't you have enough scars on your hands?" Zheng Cheng frowned as he spoke, running his fingertips across the back of his hand. "How did you get all these?"
"Some were burns from oil splashes, some were from slipping while cutting vegetables, and some were from fights before, I can't remember exactly." Hu Hanyu rubbed the back of his hand and scratched Zheng Cheng's eyebrows. "It's all healed, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Nonsense, of course it doesn't hurt anymore now that I'm better."
The place where Hu Hanyu had touched just now still had a tingling sensation left by the touch, and Zheng Cheng couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it.
"How are your ears? Are they okay?" Hu Hanyu asked.
"It's been healed for a long time." Zheng Cheng lifted her hair to show him, "I make a living by my looks, so I take good care of it."
His eyes moved from his small earlobe to his earlobe. Hu Hanyu lowered his head, blinked, and looked outside the door.
"It must have happened during an attack," he said.
Remembering his suggestion on the boat, Zheng Cheng covered his ears again with his hair, lowered his head to pack his things, and nodded.
He heard Hu Hanyu sigh softly, which made his heart tighten.
"Thanks." Hu Hanyu said as he walked towards the door. "Then I'll get back to work."
Zheng Cheng reached out to pull him, but when he touched his sleeve, he let go.
"Why do you love to work so much?" he muttered softly.
"You can't be idle. You have to have something to do." Hu Hanyu turned around and looked at him and smiled, "especially when you're doing something for someone you like."
"You!" Zheng Cheng wanted to curse, but couldn't think of anything.
After dinner was set up, Xiao Ming walked around the dining table, changing equipment and taking pictures again and again.
"I think this should be at the end of the video, it's definitely good. Let's take two more photos of my childhood sweetheart." He swallowed his saliva as he took the photos, "Wow, such a big abalone, I've never seen one before."
"It was still moving when I opened it. It looks very fresh." Hanyu adjusted the angles of several pots of seafood, feeling comfortable with his obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"You've been working all afternoon, thank you for your hard work." Zhou Min poured a Coke for Zheng Sisi and asked Hanyu, "Do you drink beer tonight?"
"Well, I'm still drinking. Leave the seat near the kitchen for me."
Zheng Cheng sat down in the second seat closest to the kitchen.
"Brother, don't you usually like to sit in the corner? Why today..." Zheng Sisi asked and suddenly realized, "Oh~ It's okay, just think I just farted."
"Lady, mind your words and actions." Zheng Cheng glared at her. "What's going on? How can your character decline so easily?"
He wasn't much better.
"This seat is great, the chef is serving us personally." Xiao Ming took the Coke that Zhou Min poured for him and said meaningfully.
"I'll take care of everything. Just tell me what you want to eat." Hanyu smiled.
Zheng Cheng pulled his chair closer, put his fingers on the edge of the table and looked at the seafood one by one.
I'm hungry. When can I eat?
When the pot boiled, Xiao Ming stood up with a Coke in his hand, very ceremoniously saying, "I wish Brother Cheng's video will be a huge hit, and that his Little Green Book fans will reach 100,000!"
"Wow, so fast?" Zheng Sisi, who hadn't paid much attention for a while, said in surprise.
"Hey, it's already 80,000." Xiao Ming sat down with his hands on his hips.
Hu Hanyu stood almost the entire time during the seafood hotpot.
Zheng Cheng was of course the one who received the greatest preferential treatment from him. The abalone and shrimps were all shelled and the big ones were picked out and put into his bowl. Hanyu even took the time to peel two crab claws for him.
"Brother Cheng, Little Green Book invites us to an offline event next month. Do you want to go?" Xiao Ming wiped his hands and looked at the message on his phone.
"Go, how many spots are there?" Zheng Cheng asked.
"Only three." Xiao Ming confirmed.
"I'm going back to Australia next month. It's a pity I can't go." Zheng Sisi raised her head from the dinner plate and kicked Zhou Min under the table.
"What a pity! I didn't really want to go anyway, so I can't go." Zhou Min patted his pants.
"Oh, then we really can't go~ Only we can go! Come! The three of us who should go will go." Zheng Cheng cooperated in a pretentious tone and rolled his eyes.
There were a few pieces of squid in everyone's bowl, and there was one extra piece in Zheng Cheng's bowl.
Is this a means of pursuit or a means of fertilizing? Zheng Cheng picked it up with his mouth puffed up and ate it.
"Oh, I forgot about the Qingbuliang that Manager Wang gave us." Xiao Ming remembered it after dinner and opened the refrigerator to take out two heavy takeaway boxes. "Is it okay to eat this tomorrow?"
"Freshly squeezed coconut milk? Probably not." Hanyu opened the lid and smelled it. "Put it in the freezer and have it as an ice cream tomorrow."
"What a genius little chef this is." Xiao Ming opened the freezer and put the food in. "Hanyu, go and have a rest. I'll clean up the kitchen."
Zheng Cheng rubbed his belly and walked around the living room.
"Polishing the floor again?" Hanyu smiled when he saw him.
"It's all because of you that you stuffed so many things into me." Zheng Cheng muttered.
"Let's go out for a walk?" Hanyu suggested.
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