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Chapter 110 The Boy Who Doesn’t Like to Eat (09)

After shutting his system out of anger, Si Jiu felt much more at ease.

Anyway, the hero is next door, so she is not in a hurry.In a happy mood, she patted the dog for a while to pass the afternoon. At six o'clock, she fed the steamed buns, ordered takeaway, and turned on the live broadcast.

She adjusted the angle of her phone according to Xu Weiwan's usual live broadcast habits. On the screen of the live broadcast room, the spicy crayfish she ordered was red and steaming, and she looked very appetizing.

Tired of bread and bacon in the last world, Sijiu can't help thinking about the delicacies of the modern world.

There were not many people in the live broadcast room, only a few hundred people, and they all greeted the wine secretary.

——Good evening, I haven't seen you for a few days.

—Wow, are you eating crayfish today?I started drooling just looking at it.

——Compared with eating, I prefer to watch Wanwan cook.

Everyone is very enthusiastic, but this kind of enthusiasm is not very fanatical. There is a kind of familiarity and warmth that is just right, which makes people feel very comfortable.

This is also the reason why Xu Weiwan insisted on live broadcasting.

In fact, she doesn't show her face, and she doesn't speak much, so it should be very vague.

But the strange thing is that Xu Weiwan's fans still gradually increased one by one, and even broke [-].

She asked her fans this question, and many of them said that they didn't know why, but they just felt relaxed when they stayed in the Wanwan live broadcast room, listened to her eating, and occasionally heard her say a few words.

Si Jiu rolled up his sleeves and began to peel the shrimp, while responding to a few words from the fans.

After a while, I couldn't care less about interacting with fans, and the whole live broadcast room could only hear the sound of "sucking and sucking" eating lobster, and the sound of tongue sticking out from the heat.

The lobsters in the large glass bowl "disappeared" one by one, and then turned into fragmented shells and piled up on the table.

——It makes me hungry, no, I want to order takeaway.

——Wanwan sounds too spicy, drink some sweet milk to relieve the spiciness.

In the living room separated by a wall, a young man dressed in black home clothes was lying on the sofa, with the mobile phone in his hand lying sideways. On the screen was the live broadcast room of the anchor named "Sangyu is not too late", wearing headphones.

There was a slight gasp in his ears. Obviously, the anchor did not appear on the screen in the live broadcast room, but he seemed to be able to restore the appearance of the anchor at this time by listening to the sound.

He has always been sensitive to sound.He heard the girl speak for the first time in the hospital, and he recognized her as the food anchor who he clicked in and listened to once by chance.

At that time, by accident, I clicked attention.

Just now, his mobile phone received the notification message that she started broadcasting, and he once again entered her live broadcast room by mistake.

For some reason, I feel that the painting style is different from the first time I heard her live broadcast.

But maybe I was thinking too much. After all, it was a long time ago when I heard her live broadcast last time, and she talked less at that time, so I didn't have a deep impression on her.

Even he himself didn't know why he paid attention to her at that time.

"What's so good about sweet milk?" He heard the girl's soft voice say, "Shouldn't the standard serving of spicy crayfish be cold beer!"

"You guys wait for me for a while."

The footsteps left and came back, and then he saw a white and thin hand holding a can of beer appearing on the screen.

She put the beer on the table, pressed the can with her thumb, and hooked the tab with her index finger. With a snap, a little splash of liquor and foam shone with a warm luster under the filter and landed on her pale fingertips.

Open the can with one hand.

Although not everyone can easily open a can with one hand, it is not difficult.

But for some reason, this ordinary scene made him inexplicably have a sense of déjà vu, and left him with an overly deep impression.

So much so that after a long time, he didn't forget it.

　The male protagonist's diary: Maybe, I'm still a manual controller?
　　And, how much money did Shen Huai, Qi Yan, Charles and Xiu give to the scumbag author?Why am I the only one with nine chapters and no name yet?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)