Chapter 31 Dead Eyes, Why Are You Crying?
Xizhi: ...
Okay, then she stopped talking and continued cooking noodles and live streaming.
"My crab paste is ready, now I'm going to cook the noodles. These are the slightly thinner Su's noodles I bought at the supermarket."
After washing the pot and boiling the water, Xizhi put the noodles into the pot.
Her white fingers pinched the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the pot.
"I just replied to a message. My parents called me. I won't answer right now because I'm live streaming. I'll call them back after the show ends. Now let me check my follower count. Wow... 20,000? There are already 20,000 people watching online?"
Xizhi covered her mouth in surprise.
Data like this is like hard earned money. So exciting.
【Everyone likes Zhizhi and wants to hear your story. 】
Zhizhi is not only heartbreaking, she's also very beautiful. I will always support Zhizhi and support her in everything she does. Promote her products, promote her products, and we'll pay for everything.
[Be careful when choosing Zhizhi~]
[Zhizhi's little gourd is beautiful, is it made of gold? ]
"Yes, it's made of gold. This is the first piece of gold jewelry I've ever bought for myself. Gold is so expensive now. When I got married, it was only 200 yuan per gram."
Everyone discussed the topic of gold again.
Xizhi chatted for a few words, and then she focused on cooking her noodles. When they were almost cooked, she put the baby cabbage in and blanched it for a while. Then she turned off the heat, took out the noodles and vegetables, drained the water, poured the crab roe sauce on them, and mixed them well.
"Wow, it smells so good, I'll eat the first bite of vermicelli first~"
Then Xizhi started eating.
After taking a bite, she squinted her eyes in satisfaction. She said to the phone screen: "Zhuangzhuang, your hairy crabs have all been eaten by your aunt, hehe~ Good evening everyone, I am Zhizhi from the Not Evil Gardenia Project, welcome everyone to chat in my live broadcast room.
If you like me, please follow me~ You guys chat, I’ll eat dinner first, it’s so delicious~”
The live broadcast lasted two hours, half of which was spent on cooking and eating. She then opened her heart to everyone and talked about what happened when she returned to her parents' home. The live broadcast ended, and she received gifts worth 20,000 yuan, in addition to the money she earned from the live broadcast.
The sports bottles hanging on the shared bikes, as well as some snacks, underwear and other small items, also sold quite a lot.
No, is this money so easy to make?
Before, she worked hard to record her life every day, and did editing in the middle of the night. She worked so hard that she could only earn two to three thousand a month, and sometimes only a few hundred to a thousand. After the family scandal was exposed, her way to making money began to become smooth.
I'm so happy. Come to think of it, what else can I expose?
During the live broadcast, she had already washed and put away the pots and dishes.
So there was nothing else to do now. She shouldn't just lie down after eating. She should take a break and go to the gym to exercise.
She hadn't used the hotel's gym yet. To live longer, Xizhi planned to go to the gym every day. The only thing she knew how to do was run. She didn't need to lose weight to maintain her figure; she just wanted to stay healthy.
It was so comfortable to lie down after a full meal. Picking up her phone, Xizhi saw another WeChat message from Huo Yanting.
【I have already eaten dinner.】
Xizhi: ...
I glanced up and saw that this was the answer to the question of whether she had eaten. Her reaction time was too long.
Xizhi thought there was no need to reply after that "hmm", but she didn't expect him to say another sentence.
After thinking about it, I decided it would be impolite not to reply, so I found the crab roe noodles I had taken in my photo album and sent it to him.
My dinner: homemade crab roe noodles.
After replying to this message, Xizhi called Yan Fang back.
"Hey, Mom..."
"Yan Xizhi, you've grown so independent that you no longer care about the parents who raised you. You're spouting nonsense online. How are we, as a family, going to live our lives in the future? Yan Xizhi, you're an ungrateful person. I really regret raising you.
Your parents should have sold you and thrown you away back then. Why do I have to be criticized by others at my age?"
"Mom, did I tell a single lie? Did I fabricate a single word about you? Are all the things I said not true? How can I be called an ungrateful person? Mom, I am very grateful that you raised me, but when you raised me, did you use the living expenses that Yan Dahai gave you every month?
Was it five or ten yuan? It kept going up, and when I was in middle school, it was five hundred yuan a month, right? Of all the money I'd earned over the years, how much did I actually spend on myself? Even in middle school, I was still wearing hand-me-down clothes passed down by my cousins.
I wore pants with an open crotch when I was in high school.
And I have been working since high school. I worked during the winter and summer vacations in high school and with the scholarship, I just supported myself.
College gave me more time to earn more. Every month, you'd call me and tell me how hard it was to raise me. I never asked for a cent from my family for living expenses, and I even sent them money, from five hundred to a thousand. I wore the same down jacket from high school to my junior year.
Dad is sick and in the hospital, so I took time off to take care of him. Your two sons, one working and the other studying, and your daughter-in-law, unemployed, have no time to care for Dad. You have to take care of the little grandson. My eldest brother was in a car accident and hospitalized, and I'm the only one who can take care of him. My eldest sister-in-law works so hard that she can't take a single day off.
I have given away money and helped others, but no one has ever said a word of thanks to me. It would be fine if I had plenty of money, but my own life is also very difficult, and I am scolded by my mother-in-law when I return home. It is a miracle that I am still alive.
Your daughter-in-law said a few words to Zhuangzhuang because she was unhappy with him for taking an extra hairy crab from you, so your sister-in-law started arguing with her. What about me?
What did I do wrong that you blame me for this farce? Mom... I'm wondering why you are so ungrateful?
I will tell my fans online because no one listens to my grievances and sadness. I have been holding it in for too long and I can't hold it in anymore. If I continue holding it in, I will go crazy and die.
When you're dissatisfied, you can argue with this person or that person, but what about me? Do I just have to swallow my grievances and sadness and digest them on my own?
I am also a human being, please treat me as a human being!"
The live broadcast on the mobile phone set up in the kitchen was not turned off.
When Xizhi made the call, the speaker on her phone was turned on, and Yan Fang's angry and loud voice was clearly heard by the fans in the live broadcast room. Xizhi's painful and aggrieved cries were also heard clearly by the fans, and they felt extremely distressed.
Xizhi didn't hang up the phone, and she didn't care what the person on the phone was saying. She was immersed in her own emotions.
She sat on the sofa, covered her face and sobbed.
She was really crying, taking this opportunity to vent all the pain that had been suppressed in her heart for too long.
"Wuwuwu... No one really cares about me, no one, wuwuwu... You only use moral kidnapping to hold me hostage. If you didn't want to marry me to the stupid son of Yan Dahai's friend, I wouldn't be in such a hurry to get married.
Wuwuwu... I'm so sad, I really feel so pitiful. Apart from my fans, I really don't know who else truly cares about me, wuwuwu..."
Xizhi's crying voice broke the hearts of fans in the live broadcast room, and they couldn't keep up with the flood of messages.
Some people even wanted to call the police, as they were afraid that poor Zhizhi would cry herself to death.
Just when the crying stopped and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The mournful cries sounded again:
"Ah... my makeup, my beautiful makeup, it's all ruined by my tears before I could even take a proper photo. Why are you crying, you dead eyes? Wuuwuwu..."
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