Be a hero from the live broadcast

Chapter 230 The Song of the Cooker, the Cooker Must Use a Pot to Eat
A serving of sweet and sour pork ribs was completed under the witness of hundreds of thousands of fans in the live broadcast room.

"Wow, this sweet and sour pork ribs look too delicious." Looking at the bright red and oily sweet and sour pork ribs on the phone screen, everyone couldn't help but say.

This sweet and sour pork ribs seems to whet the appetite. Although they can't smell the aroma, the color looks very appetizing.

"Brother Ugly, you are really versatile. If only I had your skills." Someone said enviously.

Singing, dancing, and cooking, such a man is probably the perfect male god in the hearts of many girls.

"You don't have to be me, just be yourself." Shen Lin smiled, "Everyone has their own living habits and their own joys of life. Being yourself is far easier than being an idol."

"Life is not easy, why put too much burden on yourself and make your life even more tiring?"

Shen Lin's words stunned many people.

Yes, living in this world, who will have an easier life than anyone else, being yourself, living according to your own ideas, being healthy and happy is more important than anything else.

"Brother Chou is so right, it makes me feel enlightened."

"Brother Chou is really a good teacher and helpful friend, which has benefited me a lot."

"Brother ugly, accept my knee, I want to worship you as my teacher."

One barrage followed another in the live broadcast room. Before Shen Lin could see the previous message clearly, it was covered by the next one.

This may be the one with the highest interaction among many live broadcast rooms.

"Thank you brothers and sisters for your support. Have you had lunch? I'm going to eat." Shen Lin looked at the live broadcast room and smiled.

"Brother ugly, do you want to take off the mask for lunch?"

"Oh my god, I can finally see Brother Chou's true face on Mount Lu, so looking forward to it!"

"Brother Ugly, you are my idol, it's really exciting to see your face."

But what happened next left everyone stunned.

I saw Shen Lin adjusted the angle of the phone camera, and they could only see sweet and sour pork ribs and rice.

"I told everyone before that if the number of fans exceeds [-] million, they will take off the clown mask." Shen Lin said while eating, "So, please forgive me."

Having said this, Shen Lin also sighed.

When he first came to this world, he only wanted to earn a little money through live broadcasting, live a life of food and clothing, and financial freedom. He didn't think about becoming a national idol or anything like that.

After all, the life of celebrities and idols is really difficult. Every move will be followed by paparazzi secretly filming. Sometimes a very normal action, if it is edited and spliced ​​by someone, may become a different look.

Live carefully, that's really tiring.

Especially tired.

This is not the life Shen Lin hopes for. Wearing a clown mask is also to hide his own face.

"Brother Ugly, I really look forward to when you take off your mask."

"Don't worry, there will be such a day." Shen Lin smiled.

Afterwards, Shen Lin started to eat.

He still likes the food he cooks.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the ribs are falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the same is true for the rice.

"Damn, watching Brother Chou eat, I'm hungry too."

"Brother Ugly, if you open a restaurant and be the chef yourself, it will be full of customers every day."

"It looks really delicious. It's more appetizing than watching spicy crayfish live broadcast."

One piece of information after another, Shen Lin also looked at it from time to time, replied a few words, and chatted with fans in the live broadcast room, which can also maintain fan stickiness.

After more than ten minutes, Shen Lin finished eating.

After tidying up briefly, cleaning the pots and bowls, putting on the clown mask, Shen Lin came to the study and put the phone away.

"Has everyone eaten?" Shen Lin asked while looking at the phone screen.

"Not yet, I'll eat later."

"Brother ugly, can you compose a song about eating?"

"Damn, you're embarrassing people, what kind of nice brother can you have when you eat?"

"If others don't have this ability, but Brother Chou, he must be able to compose a song." The man said firmly, obviously a die-hard fan of Shen Lin.

"You don't need to quarrel, I can sing now, I can't sing well, please forgive me." Looking at the phone screen, Shen Lin smiled and said.

The song he wants to sing is the song of the rice cooker. This song can be said to be quite brainwashing. Just listening to it will increase people's appetite!
"Here comes my rice bowl, awaken the soul of cooking, I really want to
321 knock. Finally when the meal time comes, the person who cooks the meal is the first one to rush to the restaurant."

"The rice maker, the soul of the rice cooker, the rice cooker has to use a basin to eat, the autumn knife cuts off the water and sweat, only the rice cooker can relieve a thousand worries, the rice cooker, go!"

The cheerful singing, melodiously remembered in the live broadcast room, the rhythm is so tight, it seems that he and Fan have a deep hatred, it is simply too brainwashed.

Especially the sentence: The rice maker, the soul of the rice cooker, the cooker has to use a bowl to eat, it's like a magic sound, echoing in my mind non-stop.

"Singing makes me hungry!"

"Damn, I watched spicy crayfish for dinner today, and I watched Brother Chou making sweet and sour pork ribs. I was already starving after watching Brother Chou eat, but now I'm listening to the song of the rice cooker. I really can't stand it."

"Don't say anything, let's go cook first!"

"Don't mind me, Brother Chou, it's not over yet!"

Listening to this song, everyone couldn't help but increase their appetite. Some even rushed into the restaurant immediately and shouted, "Boss, have a pot of beef noodles!"

In such a scene, the boss who saw it was stunned. Can you finish eating a pot of beef noodles?
However, Shen Lin didn't know about it. He had already finished singing the song, and he was still in a relatively happy mood.

"What do you guys think of this song? Is it nice?" Shen Lin asked while looking at the phone screen.

"It sounds really good."

"Each of Ugly's songs has never disappointed us, I like it so much."

"Brother Ugly, you are really a genius, no. Genius is not enough to describe your talent, you are a monster!"

"What you said almost turned me into a demon." Shen Lin was quite speechless.

"Okay, I'm going to PK with people later. I hope everyone can abide by our agreement and stop giving me gifts. I really don't want to win again." Shen Lin sighed.

"Don't worry, Brother Chou, we won't do it again."

"Ding Ding."

At this time, the mobile phone received an application for connecting mics. The person who connected mics was the cat who won No.8 in the Eagle Fighting PK Competition.

"It's finally here. I hope I can lose this round." Without hesitation, Shen Lin clicked Agree to Lianmai.

The phone screen was split into two, and two cats appeared on the other half!
(End of this chapter)