Don’t Mess with Shennong

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"It turns out that the sister-in-law knows that I am great, haha, I also think I am great."

Wang Pinghan smiled thickly, rubbed Wang Tiantian's small head, and rubbed her neat hair into a mess.

"Uncle Stink, hate it, don't rub my head, my beautiful hairstyle is messed up." Wang Tiantian was extremely dissatisfied, followed him, took a step, and kicked him a little with new shoes.

Wu Panchun screamed softly, "Sweet, how do you say this? It's very rude, you know? When you came back this afternoon, you didn't tell your mother that Uncle Erbao was very good to you, and often gave you meat. Meat? "

"Well, even so, Uncle Erbao is still a stinky uncle, and he messed up my hairstyle."

Tian Tian is still unconvinced. She turns in front of Wang Ping, turns, and turns the snow-white new skirt to the corner of the skirt.

"Yo, this is a new dress. Who bought it for you?" Wang Ping asked with a smile.

"My mother bought it for me, but it's pretty. I like the white dress best, which is more beautiful than the little white rabbit."

Hearing this problem, Wang Tiantian suddenly looked up and displayed new clothes to Wang Pingping. He also deliberately stretched out his feet and showed him the newly purchased red sandals.

Wang Ping'an deliberately teased her, just not to praise her beautiful shoes, turned to speak to her sister-in-law, and to her parents.

At this time, Wang Tiantian was mad, and his mouth was pouting, kicking him from time to time, trying to brush his presence.

At this time, in the front yard, the black aunt called Wang Tiantian's name and asked her to go back to dinner.

Wu Panchun took Wang Tiantian home, and Wang Tiantian didn't follow him.

"Oh, Uncle Stable Erbao, your shoes are so dirty, they are all muddy, and you don't know how to wash them. Look at me, how clean."

Wang Tiantian made his last attempt, and lifted his little feet to his chest.

That pitiful gaze seemed to warn Wang Ping'an. If you don't praise my shoes, I will cry to you.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my feet here." Wang Ping An finished, turned to press the water well, ready to punch.

This time, it really annoyed Wang Tiantian, the little girl shouted angrily: "Huh, Uncle Stink, I originally left you two fruit candy, now I don't want to give it to you."

"Ha ha ha ha." Adults, finally understood Wang Tiantian's meaning, smiled straight.

And Wang Ping'an just deliberately teased her, not that she couldn't see what she meant.

The little girl will try to spoil her without her mother around, but when her mother returns, Wang Ping's nature is restored, and she especially wants to tease the children.

No, Wang Ping'an succeeded again.

Wang Tiantian left in a huff, and when he left, he shouted again, and he no longer ignored Uncle Erbao.

"Oh, this bear boy, my mother is back. Someone is backing up. I dare not to be polite to me. See how I can clean you up tomorrow."

Wang Ping'an also clamored, like an unweaned child, it made people ... worry.

Behind him, Wang Degui and Su Wenting glanced at each other, feeling that their son was still not right. Just a few days ago, they were back to their original condition.

Supper includes wild boar and rabbit meat, and it is especially rich when you order it.

Su Wenting suddenly found that since his son's eighteenth birthday, his family's catering did not seem to be too bad.

There is either wild boar or hare meat, and occasionally loach, crucian carp and the like.

As for wealth, it is even more vigorous. It is said that watermelon sold 30,000 catties and made at least 300,000 yuan.

However, she only has tens of thousands of yuan here, and most of the funds are on Wang Ping's bank card.

What makes her even more strange is that her son's meal has also increased. No matter how much meat is made, if the son does not deliberately stay, it will basically be empty.

Even the amount of food for the rhubarb dog has increased a lot.

She wanted to have a good talk with her son, but as soon as the topic changed, Wang Ping'an would take the opportunity to leave, either the phone rang or the yellow dog barked.

"Ah, hope Erbao's illness, get well soon, so as not to delay autumn to go to his grandfather's house to celebrate his birthday ..."

Su Wenting secretly sighed.

At night, Wang Ping'an lay in bed and used his mobile phone to check the information.

Suddenly came the WeChat news, click to open, it was sent by Ouyang Keke, the food anchor.

"Wang Ping'an, have your peaches been cooked yet? I have been urged by many fans to go live broadcast in your Taoyuan. Tomorrow, no matter what, there must be peaches to eat, otherwise my fans will be crazy."

"The price is very expensive, can they accept it?" Wang Ping'an asked uncertainly.

"How expensive? Will the peaches in your family also be mutated? Ordinary Huaxi peach, but this year is only five or six yuan a pound?"

"I don't know what is mutation, but it is really better than other peaches. It was a pity that you were full of watermelon last time and did not taste peaches."

"Ah, the more you say, the more regret I will be! No, I will try a peach first when I get to the place tomorrow. You do n’t worry about the price. Among my fans, there are many local tyrants who do n’t care about money at all. I only care about the taste of the food, whether it is the best. "

Seeing her say this, Wang Ping'an felt a lot of peace of mind, and the two made an appointment to prepare for a live broadcast in Taoyuan tomorrow.

The next morning at dinner, Wang Wencai's phone call came, and as soon as it was connected, he asked Wang Ping'an to quickly read WeChat messages and asked him to reply.

Wang Ping's face was confused, not knowing what was so urgent.

Wang Wencai sent a few articles on WeChat, just eating, not paying attention.

There are a few live screenshots above, which are Ouyang Keke's live footage, and screenshots of the number of fans. Wang Wencai asked him, Yesterday, the food anchor Cokeer he said, is this this?

It is indeed Ouyang Keke. Her fans are only 38,000. The so-called tens of thousands of fans are a little exaggerated.

Wang Pingan asked: "I only tell you her live broadcast network name, you actually found it? With so many live broadcast platforms, how did you do it?"

"It's a coincidence. I also registered for this live broadcast platform. I saw this name in the classification of food live broadcast, so I'm looking for you to make sure. The people are pretty. Although the number of fans is only more than 30,000, it is already very powerful.

"She will come to Taoyuan to broadcast live this morning. Would you like to come together to see how she broadcasts live?"

"Oh, there is nothing difficult about live broadcasting. I can see it if I watch it. As long as there is enough time, I will do better than her. Well, if I have time, I will watch it!"

Wang Ping remembered that his friend Wang Wencai had always been very proud and spoke very little to the girls in the village.

Wang Ping'an felt that he was definitely not willing to learn live broadcasting skills from a woman, and he was not allowed to be proud.

I just didn't expect that before the meal was finished, Wang Wen came running, panting, obviously dressed up, and combing his hair shiny.