[It’s always like this when you move into a new home. The first and second days are exhausting.]
Lin Wannian looked at the comments and chatted with the netizens.
When the number of online views reached over a thousand, he clicked on PK and connected randomly.
"Okay, today's PK begins."
[Come on, let our Caicai Bazong produce oil to give back to all netizens.]
Netizens cheered online.
In the next room.
Sang Zhaoguang carefully and seriously edited every frame, and Lin Wannian's hearty laughter was heard.
He stopped moving his hands, and couldn't help being a little dazed. Thinking carefully about the past few days between them, he realized that he had never seen Wannian smile at him, and he even felt a little disgusted with himself.
Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head and thought badly.
Is it discrimination because he has hearing problems? Or is it looking down on him?
Why choose him to share the rent?
He was somewhat confused, yet also somewhat looking forward to Yi Lin's intentions in his later years.
The laughter from the next room faded away. Sang Zhaoguang blinked, saved the video, and changed the IDs of major platforms to: Cooking Only for Him
Then upload your own videos to each platform.
Clicking on Lin Wannian's live broadcast room, looking at the familiar bedroom and familiar people, Sang Zhaoguang raised his fingertips to touch the face through the screen.
This is probably the only way to touch his face.
Lin Wannian started live streaming at 9 o'clock. At 12 o'clock, he said goodbye to his fans.
After turning off the live broadcast, he took a breath, picked up the remaining bottle of Oriental Leaves and drank it. After a while, he picked up his phone to check the data for tonight.
Thanks to last night's Haotou, the number of viewers today remained at over 10,000, the number of fans increased by more than 10,000, and the rewards doubled compared to yesterday.
But doing live broadcasts like this every night will definitely drain his energy. He is still young and wants to lie down for a few years.
Lin Wannian looked at the replay record and instantly had an idea.
When he was downloading the playback archive, Sang Zhaoguang's voice came from the door.
"Old age, would you like to eat something?"
Lin Wannian said without even looking up: "Make shrimp porridge. Put more shrimp in it."
"good."
Then there were the sounds of footsteps, and Sang Zhaoguang went to work.
Lin Wannian edited the funny clips of him and some anchors during the playback, added some dubbing, and made them into several videos. He first released a video of a confrontation with an anchor with a large number of fans, and uploaded it to Douyin.
Soon after the post was published, his 60,000 active followers liked and commented on it.
[Cai Cai, why haven’t you slept yet? I’m giving you a little red heart and forwarding this to my friends]
[Hahaha, I can’t stop laughing. Even Ling Meizi was tricked by Cai Cai.]
The comment section was very active, and soon there were thousands of likes. The video then gained traffic from the platform, leading to more promotion and allowing more passers-by to watch it repeatedly out of curiosity and follow the host.
On the dining table, the living room was filled with the faint aroma of shrimp and rice.
Lin Wannian drank it sip by sip, raised his eyes and glanced at Sang Zhaoguang who was sitting next to him. As expected of Sang Zhaoguang who graduated from New Oriental, his cooking skills were impeccable.
He bit his lip, then released it, and after a lot of hesitation, he finally said, "I'm a little grumpy today. Didn't I scare you?"
Sang Zhaoguang was flattered and shook his head quickly: "It's okay, what you said is also true, and it will make me feel even worse if I don't say it."
"Yeah." The other party's behavior made Lin Wannian feel embarrassed, and he scooped a mouthful of thick porridge.
Sang Zhaoguang said softly, "I don't think there's much money to be made from posting that video right now, otherwise I'll find another job so I can pay the rent with you."
The white porcelain spoon hit the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound.
Lin Wannian put down the spoon and said, "You have to stick to this kind of thing. You just need to cook for me and feed me well. This will be counted towards the monthly rent."
"But, in my old age, I don't have much money." Sang Zhaoguang looked embarrassed.
Young man, your blessing is yet to come. Lin Wannian clasped his hands together and said, "What do you think you can do now?"
"Deliver some takeout, some express."
"Then can you cook for me on time every day? I'll deliver express and takeout all day long. You want to go to get off work on a daily basis. Is that possible?"
Sang Zhaoguang stammered, "It seems impossible."
A hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the person who was originally sitting at a distance from him coming closer with his hand on his shoulder. He looked at Lin Wannian and saw his lips moving.
"So just cook for me and stick with it for a week or two. If the account doesn't work out, find another way out. Don't worry, I'm here for you."
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