Gourmet Live Room

The boy disappeared from the playground, and everyone looked at the soldier who turned off the live broadcast in horror, thinking in unison: You are dead, didn’t you see that the marshal wanted to make friends with the boy? You actually closed the terminal.

“I…I didn’t do it on purpose, I accidentally touched it with my hand.” When he saw the marshal walking over, he was too nervous, so his hand trembled and he turned it off, and now he wanted to cry.

He was also the leader of a team. When the battle started, he drove the mech to the front, and when the enemy’s laser cannon shot over his head, he only laughed: Hahaha, you want to bomb your grandpa, it’s too early.

Now he had to shut up.

He Yunting turned around and glanced at him.

“Stand at attention.”

After hearing the command, the scattered soldiers lined up immediately, their legs stretched out, their lower abdomen tightened, and their heads raised.

Their mentality had never been better.

“Relax, turn right, everyone here, march 300 kilometres quickly, move away.”

Everyone was stunned, looking at the marshal in disbelief, it was already 5:30 in the afternoon, they hadn’t eaten dinner, even though their mental strength was combat, these 300 kilometres might really cost lives! Publicly avenge private wrong, why are you publicly avenging a private wrong….

“You bastards, what are you still doing standing there? Another 200 kilometres.” General Heka was furious.

The team ran out at once, and after running away from the sight of the two mountains behind them, everyone pressed and beat the boy who turned off the terminal. It’s okay, the soldiers of the mental combat department can’t die.

Watching the group of boys leave, General Heka gritted his teeth secretly, and turned around to have a friendly conversation with the marshal, but he only saw the back of the marshal leaving “resolutely”, and General Heka seemed to see his military expenses going away from him.

General Heka who was a two meter tall burly man instantly burst into tears.

When He Yunting returned to the command room, the chief of staff was already waiting for him. This triumphant return to Neptune would have a huge impact on all forces in the empire, especially the supporters of His Royal Highness, who wanted to eat him raw.

He Yunting picked up the cup on the table, rubbed his thumb on the smiling face, and asked in a deep voice, “What’s the news from the royal family?”

“It has been released, and there will be more news in the near future.”

The chief of staff said: “General Gavin also seems to have plans to set off for Saier Star.”

“Saier? An abandoned planet, what attracted everyone to run there?” He Yunting raised his eyebrows, and said with a deep smile, “Is it because of me?”

The chief of staff saw the marshal’s interest, and he had a faint headache: “The marshal has returned, I think it’s for other reasons.”

“Perhaps, it’s time to go back to Neptune.”

The cup turned around, and there were two characters written on it: Ah Sha!

The live broadcast room was silent, Erha dropped the brush in his hand to the ground.

For a long time…

I don’t know why, I cried.

It’s nice to hear, a singing method I’ve never heard before.

Bobo is so powerful, so imposing, it stunned me.

“This is called Peking Opera. It originated in the Qing Dynasty in China. It is one of the five major operas. I just sang it as a martial arts student.”

When he was young, Su Yemu’s mother thought that Su Yemu was handsome and had a sharp voice, and wanted him to sing Tsing Yi. As soon as his mother asked him to sing, he immediately refused, crying that it was girls who sang it. He didn’t understand what art was until he grew up.

However, he still liked martial arts students. When he played the role of a military general on stage, he felt like he was standing on the battlefield. Which man didn’t like military camps? Although Su Yemu didn’t pass the exam due to physical reasons, it didn’t stop him from yearning for it.

I was very excited, and the sound of the broadcast evoked a surge of emotion, which made my chest ache, and tears were streaming down my face.

I don’t understand, but I think it’s very powerful, ask for a story.

Guoxue student report, story.

“During the Jianyan period of Emperor Gaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty in China, there was an outstanding strategist and military general named Yue Fei. Occupying a lot of land, he was obsessed with regaining the land and taking revenge, so he wrote this poem.”

“The meaning of this poem is: I was so angry that I climbed on the railing alone and looked into the distance… The shame and humiliation during the Jingkang period has never been forgotten. Don’t forget…drink the enemy’s blood, eat the enemy’s flesh…”

Qing Liang’s voice was completely different from when he sang in a low voice just now, he was explaining “Man Jiang Hong”[1] in detail, and his tone couldn’t help but bring admiration in and this emotion even drove the audience in the live broadcast room.

Bobo, I climbed the wall, and I love General Yue even more, what should I do? As I said clearly, I love your broadcast the most.

What’s the matter with suddenly admiring Marshal He?

Marshal He has always been my idol. Those foolish people who say that military generals will harm the country and those who are militaristic should be pulled to the front line.

Inexplicably, I seem to love the empire more, and at the same time I also fell in love with Yue Fei, such an outstanding general, I hate that I didn’t grow up in the same era as him.

For the premise of a strong country, a strong army is necessary. Some media in the empire have been criticizing Marshal He for exterminating the Zerg and alien creatures. But we humans, hundreds of years ago, were almost wiped out by them. Dare those creatures to be fucking.

Thinking of hundreds of years ago, they sent General He to the interstellar military court, thinking of it makes me angry, so angry.

The barrage was filled with righteous indignation, as they talked about what happened hundreds of years ago. Only then did Su Yemu come to know that human beings were invaded by alien creatures five hundred years ago. The General He in their mouths was the father of the current Marshal He Yunting. But he was sent to an interstellar military court on charges of massacre.

Five hundred years ago? Marshal He’s father? So how old was Marshal He now? It was a pity that when he searched for his information on Star Net last time, he didn’t see his age, but based on the current life expectancy of the empire, at least he must be more than two hundred years old.

In an instant, a sturdy old man with a white beard appeared in Su Yemu’s mind.

“Gulu!”

I heard Tang Hao’s voice.

I can smell the smell of potatoes, I swallowed my saliva, just a mouthful of potatoes and a mouthful of soup, my life is satisfied and happy.

Gulu….Gulu, it’s the sound of my stomach, Bobo, open the pot! I can’t bear it anymore, it smells so good.

The lid of the casserole was lifted, and the milky white soup appeared with a delicious aroma…

‘Gulu’

This was the sound of swallowing, and it was coming out in the live broadcast room and at the scene; it was so loud that Su Yemu couldn’t ignore it, the audience could not be counted on, but his two apprentices must be trained, after all they couldn’t cook while drooling in the future!

The milky white mutton bone soup came out, and the audience couldn’t help it.

Apart from being delicious, there is no second sentence.

I’m 100% sure that Bobo’s Soup has magic powers.

Bobo, I love you, you are my true love, do you love me? If you love me, are you willing to keep me?

Everyone: Don’t love.

People who haven’t confessed their love yet: Daily confession is hated, or is it plastic friendship? Is it going to turn into a bubble friendship?

You, to be human, is to be kind.

The audience in the live broadcast room sipped the soup while talking back, and when Erha’s potatoes came out, their eyes were straightened.

The rich aroma of baked potatoes burst out, and the browned appearance made them full of appetite. After one bite, the outside was burnt and the inside was soft, very delicious.

Oh, this craftsmanship has a three-point authenticity, the spicy taste is just right, the cumin smells good, and it tastes even better when used to bake potatoes.

Good, good, delicious, delicious, keep talking, don’t worry about me.

Three bites of potatoes, one bite of soup, my mother asked me why my eyes were filled with tears, because I love food deeply.

The method of baking potatoes was simple. After asking Su Yemu where to buy these materials, Tongrentang once again ushered in the peak of customer flow, and the shopkeeper smiled. It was time for the glory of Tongrentang to be revived after losing for thousands of years.

After the audience had almost eaten, the live broadcast was coming to an end, and the audience wailed again. Why did time always pass so fast during the live broadcast?

After reading out the number of winners, when Su Yemu said goodbye to the audience, he was terrified of being asked to smile by the audience again. So, Su Yemu could only show a very bright smile at the terminal.

The audience in the live broadcast room froze for a moment, gritted their teeth, and rolled around saying that Su Yemu had fouled, but the master had already run away.