Less than two hours after the live broadcast began, "Let's Go Visit" successfully became a hot search and its popularity remained high.
The variety show has its own popularity, but more of it comes from Qin Shu and Song Yunhui who appeared unexpectedly.
At first, when netizens heard that Song Yun would return to appear in variety shows, they were dismissive, thinking that it was just another marketing account trying to rehash old stuff to gain popularity. They clicked on it with the intention of cursing the marketing account, and couldn't get out of it after that.
The marketing account is real, the news is real, and it is also true that they can no longer squeeze into the live broadcast room because of a brief hesitation.
[Who would have thought this was real? Help! I was just one step too late. This crappy live streaming room got me stuck.]
[Both chefs are delighted! Originally, I wanted to read Qin Xiaoshu, but I didn’t expect it to be a buy one get one free deal. I’m going to stay here today! ]
[Those who entered were also in pain, the screen has been frozen into a PPT]
[The above person suggested turning off the barrage and switching to 5G]
[Today's Song Yunhui is so beautiful!!! I just bought that pajamas on my XP, and I've already ordered the same water bottle]
Qin Shu handed him a glass of milk, which was just warm.
Song Yunhui praised: "The cabbage I bought this time feels good to break."
The camera's audio reception is not as good as anyone's, so the sounds from the kitchen could not be heard. Song Yunhui did not wear a microphone, so no one could hear what he said at all. Netizens squatting in the live broadcast room could see the expressions of several guests but had no idea what was going on, so they could only be anxious.
They gave thumbs up and praised it.
"… "
And it tastes good.
The others didn't understand why he suddenly made such a compliment at first, but later they finally realized what was going on and also stretched out their chopsticks towards the plain-looking blanched cabbage.
Qin Shu asked what happened.
Qin Shu brought the food to the table, and Song Yunhui was responsible for getting drinks from the refrigerator.
In the middle of the dining table was a simple plate of blanched Chinese cabbage.
Holding the warm milk in his hand, Song Yunhui stood in the kitchen and drank it in one gulp.
[I originally thought that celebrities were out of touch with the world and their homes looked like model houses, but it turns out that everyone’s homes are the same, and that pile of cat toys is something that comes straight from my home]
The only difference was probably that after taking a bite of the dish that looked unappetizing but was actually very spicy, he took a big gulp of Qin Shu's strawberry milk.
Following Qin Shu and watching him cook every day, his cooking skills didn't improve much, but his odd jobs became more and more proficient.
He praised the Xiaobaicai very seriously, and even thought that if his previous super deluxe version of Xiaobaicai was like this one, it might taste better.
Finally, there is the blanched bok choy fried by Chef Song.
He praised calmly and seriously:
Even though he still has two huge dark circles under his eyes, it still doesn't affect his handsome smile.
Everyone present was given a bottle of strawberry milk, including the photographer, director and other staff.
Qin Shu patted him on the back.
All my life-long skills in praising people have been used here.
He finished his milk and started helping.
After helping for many years, he is still my younger brother after returning.
The others didn't know whether to be happy that he had taken care of everyone or to be surprised that there was so much strawberry milk in their refrigerator.
They hadn't listened for long when a sour feeling rose in their hearts and they covered their cheeks with their hands, feeling a little sour.
[I really didn’t expect Mr. Qin to be able to cook. This man is so quiet and yet so homely.]
Song Yunhui, with a messy head of hair, put the orange in the living room and then went to the kitchen.
Someone secretly wrote down the brand of strawberry milk and drank it as if nothing had happened.
Qin Shu's expression remained unchanged. He continued, saying:
"Then go to this supermarket to buy pakchoy from now on."
It is a big producer of strawberry milk.
Song Yunhui, who was sitting on the side quietly sipping strawberry milk, couldn't help but smile.
"delicious."
A few people sitting in the living room chatting were listening to the noises coming from the kitchen.
[I can’t access the live broadcast, I’m in pain, I’m envious, I’m jealous]
The first thing Qin Shu ate was the bok choy.
A group of people sat around the table in a lively atmosphere, and at a glance there were all kinds of dishes, none of which were repeated.
If we remove all the previous filters, we can see that, unlike the image portrayed by the media, the real Song Yunhui can be considered a quiet person. He will say hello, doesn't talk much, occasionally joins in conversations, and most of the time he quietly eats his meals.
[I am different. I am still trying to sort out the relationship between Mr. Qin, Doujiang and Song Yunhui]
"… "
Picking the cabbage in his hand, his eyes moved slightly, and then he turned to look at Qin Shu seriously.
He answered seriously and naturally.
Song Yunhui sipped the strawberry milk while glancing sideways at the people around him.
He seemed to have seen this man smile just now, but there was no evidence.
We ate the whole meal while laughing.
After washing the dishes together, Song Yunhui felt that he had greeted Qin Shu and eaten together, so all the formalities had been completed. Finally, he decided to leave Qin Shu behind and pretend to go out to do something and leave the place.
But he could just go lie down next door for a while, or go out for a walk. In short, he didn't have to stay here any longer.
He went back to his room, put his keys and cell phone in his pocket, casually wrapped a scarf around his neck, and went downstairs.
His original plan was to say hello and leave.
As a result, when it just went downstairs, a cat circled around it and stretched out its paw to hug it.
He rejected Mao Mao cruelly. Just as he was about to say he was going out, the person in the living room turned around and asked him:
"Want to play Monopoly?"
" Um?"
Song Yun looked back and saw that several people had cleared the table in the living room and placed a large map on it like a formation. There were many grids on the map and a bunch of other small props.
They asked, "Would you like to play?" Song Yun turned on tiptoe and slowly took off the scarf around her neck.
He is always curious about things he has never tried.
***
The popularity of "Let's Go Visit" has lasted for a long time. Zhong Xu does not pay attention to this aspect, but the company's employees do.
It was already lunchtime and he still had some work to finish. He did not leave the office immediately, but instead marked the project plan from beginning to end and sent it to the person who had brought it.
He got up and left the office only after he finished his work.
The way from the office to the elevator passes through the office area where employees are.
At this time, some people still hadn't gone to eat. In the huge office area, several people huddled together, seemingly looking at the same tablet, as if they wanted to shout out, and covered their mouths excitedly.
During lunch break, employees have the freedom to arrange their own time. Zhong Xu didn't want to criticize them too much and planned to just leave.
Just before leaving the office, he heard a very familiar name.
"… "
The steps stopped there.
He ended up not taking the elevator, but instead backtracking to his office.
While the computer was open, he looked down at his cell phone.
He seldom uses this kind of entertainment software and is not very proficient in it.
He turned on the computer, checked the web page, and made a call on his mobile phone.
"... I'll send you a photo when the time comes, and you can check where this is... Yeah, as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, he looked at the photos on the screen with a gloomy look.
Despite the photos and videos, he still has a sense of absurdity and unreality.
He had never thought that such a day would come.
The information Song Yun replied was what he heard from others, and he had to find all the clues himself.
Seeing Qin Shu and Song Yunhui's names together again, memories that happened too long ago reappeared.
The memory that was almost forgotten is now clear again.
He had the same name when he was a child. He didn't know how this person suddenly changed his personality and stopped staying at home alone. When they came to their senses, they found that this person had replaced them and became Song Yunhui's friend.
The same is true now.
This person seems to be very good at taking advantage of opportunities.
Zhong Xu's eyes and eyebrows were cold, leaving an indelible impression.
On the other side, the Song family company.
Song Yunyang stood by the window, the phone in his hand rang slowly, and then it was connected.
The other side asked him what he wanted.
"Find out where the Second Young Master is now."
He looked down at the busy street below the building, and then said, "And stop Zhong Xu."
He asked in a deep voice, "Can you do it?"
The other party respectfully replied that it was okay.
***
After a whole morning and half an afternoon of thinking, the Sherlock Holmes finally figured out the relationship between Song Yunhui and the bad taste of soy milk.
To be honest, this relationship is not difficult to sort out.
The other party's voice is very recognizable. As early as when he was live streaming, some people had said that the two voices were very similar, but at that time no one thought about it in this regard. They felt that it would be difficult for an anchor or arranger to be associated with the former top streamer no matter what, and the other party should not be short of this little money.
Now that I think about it, the other party probably didn’t do the live broadcast for the money. Maybe he was just simply interested in it.
Once this relationship was connected, all the previous doubts were resolved and everything seemed to make sense.
They seemed to have met a brand new Song Yunhui.
He has an excellent education, can write songs and play musical instruments, is very gentle, occasionally makes a joke, and at the end of the month, he will be exhausted trying to make up for the live broadcast time.
Vivid and three-dimensional, completely opposite to the image fabricated by the media.
[I don’t know how to describe it, the ecstasy of two chefs turned into the ecstasy of three chefs, and the three men I like the most turned out to be two men]
[How can I compete with someone like woc? Help! This is God chasing me and feeding me.]
[With such a good foundation, they can still get such a bad reputation. Is the agency running the business with their feet? The dirty water can be solved with a normal PR.]
[Hot knowledge, Song Yunhui’s previous agency was acquired by the second brother in the industry, and Song Zishu was the person highly recommended by the second brother in the industry at that time]
[I only regret that we didn't meet in the beginning. I withdraw all the words I said before. Please forgive me.]
The whole afternoon is Monopoly time.
Song Yunhui was not very good at it at the beginning, and the money he had decreased rapidly.
As a result, when others were ready to show sympathy and give him some leeway, he finally figured out the game.
The game was almost over when he figured it out.
Born capitalist online.
His mind worked quickly and his luck was surprisingly good, so he had more and more chips in his hand.
He lay back with a smile on his face, holding the cat in his arms and the game voucher in his hand. Qin Shu, who was standing beside him, gave him a shoulder to lean on, his movements were skillful and smooth.
other people:"… "
This is the damn capitalist's visual sense.
The final winner was unsurprising.
No one wins.
Orange woke up and was hungry. Before anyone could react, he jumped onto the table and ran across the entire table looking for cat food.
I didn’t expect this ending, and the others couldn’t help laughing.
Song Yunhui also laughed, but it was a light laugh. Qin Shu on the side handed him the game tickets and the house, still with the same calm and serious expression as usual. This time he couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
(End of this chapter)