Even if there are only two people, as long as the relationship is right, the atmosphere of eating hot pot can still be very lively.
This time, the two were brave enough to order only the red oil hot pot base.
When the waiter started the fire and served the food, and the aroma of the hot pot overflowed, the two realized that this restaurant seemed to be an authentic Shancheng hot pot.
Before the dish was served, Song Yun said confidently, "I can eat spicy food."
Qin Shu looked at him and said nothing.
After the dish was served, Song Yunhui gulped down the strawberry milk and asked the waiter who came over to adjust the gas with red eyes, "Is this really slightly spicy?"
He confirmed again and again, and the waiter insisted that it was slightly spicy.
Finally, the waiter kindly brought him a bowl of water.
Song Yunhui seemed to understand, but was reluctant to admit it.
Qin Shu put his fist to his lips to hide his smile.
After finishing, he pushed the bowl of water to the side, just next to Qin Shu.
There are three photos in total, one is a toast, one is the bottom of a pot still bubbling, and the other is an orange cat's head.
He didn’t have any [hahaha] today, and posted his daily life with photos.
Song Yunhui felt that this sentence still made sense.
But this trick didn't work on Song Yunhui. He just poked Orange's little hairy paw and didn't take any further action.
After Qin Shu finished the formalities, the two left the hospital together.
Most of his photo albums are now occupied by oranges.
Locked in the cat box, Chengzi desperately wanted to cuddle with Song Yun. His paws were pressed limply against the railing, and his eyes looked pitiful.
Qin Shu came by car this time.
Once they were in the enclosed space, Orange could finally come out to keep watch.
The car was very quiet, with only the occasional conversation between the two people. Song Yun looked back at the scenery fading away outside the window, feeling the soft touch under his hands, and his fingers tapped unconsciously.
The car moved forward, and bright and dark shadows passed across Qin Shu's face. When the light suddenly became brighter, Song Yunhui seemed to see a smile on the other's lips.
Afraid that Orange would cause trouble, Song Yunhui took it to the back seat.
It is said that the less people smile, the better they look when they smile.
Qin Shu asked him: "Happy?"
Qin Shu was driving in the front, while Song Yunhui was in the back seat, rubbing an orange and taking pictures with his other hand.
Orange made a fuss for a long time, and finally must have been tired, so he fell asleep on his legs with his belly facing up.
Song Yunhui did not cook any vegetables, but he did cook all the meat.
He got out of the car, stood on the side of the road, and waved to Qin Shu through the car window.
Qin Shu went to sign, and the doctor handed the orange to Song Yunhui.
[Another day of envying friends who have cats]
After changing this account, the other party seemed to have completely let himself go. The frequency of Big Eyes' updates increased a lot, and most of them were reposts of the Big Eyes of the bloggers he followed, with a string of [hahahaha].
This is a new account of his. Maybe it's because he followed the other person before. Now he has accumulated several thousand fans, and they are all relatively active. The comment section is not crowded, but it is lively. Others also share their dinner and cats.
Qin Shu put the clean water in front of himself.
Song Yunhui lowered his head, opened the notepad on his phone, and typed quickly.
Finally, a layer of red oil floated on the clear water.
It wasn't that he was staring at someone eagerly, but there were a lot of people surrounding the furry little chubby orange boy, and it looked very lively.
Today is the considerate cool guy.
Qin Shu glanced at the rearview mirror.
Song Yunhui was stubborn and did not use the bowl of water to rinse any dishes.
I had hotpot and orange juice today, and my work also made some progress.
The scenes on both sides gradually became familiar. The car stopped in front of his house, and Song Yunhui gently put the still sleeping Orange into the cat cage.
After returning home, Qin Shu put Orange into the cat's bed and took a bath. Then he picked up his phone and habitually clicked on the big-eyed guy of [AAA Tea Wholesale Egg Boss].
[Another day of being curious about what Mr. Dan does, and still wondering why Qin Shu pays attention to Mr. Dan [cat scratching head.jpg]]
When he looked up, the smile on his face was still there.
After eating hot pot, the two went to pick up Orange who was waiting anxiously in the hospital.
Qin Shu sat in the car and watched him get home. He only left after the lights in the house came on.
Song Yunhui secretly gave a thumbs up.
He hummed a short passage, slowly memorizing the tune in his mind.
[Wait, this hand! These two hands! Look so good!]
Song Yun nodded: "Happy."
[Perhaps there is a possibility that this friend is Qin Shu? ]
[I got a small comic from Mr. Dan. Help me, I can’t climb out anymore]
[Don’t think about it, it’s definitely not the case]
[Cat! Slurp! Cat!]
Qin Shu didn't read the comment section for long. He clicked on the photo again, saved it to the album, lowered his brows, and looked at the two bottles of strawberry milk touching each other.
***
Song Yunhui returned home, took a shower, and went into the recording studio.
Once he had the idea, he progressed very quickly. He kept changing the sound source, listening and changing at the same time, and finally he was barely satisfied. He looked at the time and found that it was already 11:30 in the evening and it was time to go to bed.
His brain was still excited after just finishing work. Song Yunhui hesitated for only two seconds, then closed his laptop and got up to go to the master bedroom.
I've been so busy these past two days that I completely forgot that I had signed a contract with the live streaming website.
The fact is that he has become poor.
Almost most of the money was transferred to Song Cheng, and the remaining money was needed to book a recording studio and some professional teams. All in all, he is no different now than when he first entered the circle.
You can make money by writing music, but the cycle is long and it will take some time before you get the money.
The more you can survive, the better.
Even so, he didn't expect to make much money from live streaming. He just wanted to chat with people in the evening and organize his day.
With the previous experience, he already knew how to operate it, and his movements were much smoother. Late at night, the account that had not been logged in for a few days flashed again.
It was almost midnight and there were unexpectedly many people staying up late.
There is no banana dog today. Song Yunhui thought for a moment, pulled the camera down to below his neck, and then clicked start.
There were some people waiting there before the show started, and after it started, people started coming in one after another.
Song Yunhui sat with one leg raised and said hello: "Good evening."
[Good evening, good evening! I finally waited for you!]
[Today's relaxation is also thanks to soy milk! ! ]
[After getting used to the soy milk here, it’s hard to watch other live broadcasts. They’re either too noisy or too silent QAQ]
[1Wow, I'll be sad if I don't see you every day QAQ]
[The camera has been opened to this point, just raise it higher T^T]
[Dounian looks good in this outfit (although you can’t see her face)]
[Where did you go today?]
Song Yunhui was slowly searching for the song while replying to the comments in a gentle and soft voice.
"I went out for hotpot with my friends today. It was fun."
"Let's listen to some soothing songs today."
"The camera is a bit weak and can't be lifted up."
He rested his elbow on the table to support his head, and with the other hand he touched the mouse, clicking slowly.
He spoke slowly and there was no other noise in the live broadcast room. It was quiet but not awkward. The picture was not as bright as in other live broadcast rooms. There was an inexplicable, relaxing feeling.
The popularity of the live broadcast room is slowly rising.
Perhaps because of the contract, the popularity today is rising much faster than before, and the barrage is much more lively.
Song Yun flipped through the pages and finally found the song he wanted to listen to.
Even though his face cannot be seen, viewers in the live broadcast room can tell from the posture of his exposed body that he is very relaxed, and his mood also unconsciously slows down.
Song Yunhui's voice is very special, a bit like the night breeze in spring, a little chilly, but also with a gentleness that caresses everything. The combination of these two strange qualities makes it impossible to divert your attention.
In order to see the lyrics clearly, Song Yunhui temporarily turned off the barrage and did not see the series of reward messages.
The barrage of comments failed to block Song Yunhui's sight, but the PK application that suddenly popped up blocked the lyrics.
Song Yunhui didn't know what this thing was, but that didn't stop him from refusing.
That way there's nothing blocking the view.
It was not until he reopened the barrage that he realized what he had just rejected.
[The other party is a big anchor! He came after accepting the traffic. I don’t understand why he refused.]
[You will definitely lose in a PK with Xiaoxiao. Why would you agree to a game that you are bound to lose?]
[I just topped up my account, blah, blah, blah, but it got rejected]
"PK costs money?"
Song Yunhui lowered his head and started searching.
After about a minute, he raised his head again and turned off the option to allow PK.
“It’s not easy to make money, spend wisely.”
Yawning, he said, "You can start ordering songs next."
The songs requested by netizens were varied, and Song Yunyang finally picked the song that appeared the most times.
He continued broadcasting until one o'clock, said "goodbye", and then quietly ended the broadcast, only being blocked at the end by a reward.
Today was a day when everyone slept well.
The next morning, Song Yunhui was still washing up with a messy head of hair when there was a knock on the door.
"coming."
Qin Shu stood at the door, holding an insulated box in one hand and an orange in the other.
The door opened, and Song Yunhui opened his eyes and said incoherently with a toothbrush in his mouth:
"Hum."
Qin Shu guessed he wanted to say please come in.
Putting the thermos box on the table, Qin Shu asked, "Did you stay up late last night?"
Song Yun came back after rinsing his mouth and nodded.
He received a message from Qin Shu during the live broadcast last night, and the two agreed that Qin Shu would bring Orange and Xiaolongbao to visit him this morning.
After agreeing on the time, he set the alarm, but he didn't expect that he still didn't get up in the end.
Qin Shu opened the thermal box.
A fragrant aroma wafts out instantly. The dumplings have thin skin and large fillings, and the soup looks rich and juicy.
The steam rushed out, and Song Yunhui's eyes became blurred for a moment.
Qin Shu asked him, "What's wrong?"
Song Yun smiled back, took the chopsticks, and said, "Nothing, I just haven't had xiaolongbao in the morning for a long time."
To be precise, it was because they hadn't had lunch for breakfast in a long time. Since Song Zishu came home, the Song family's habit of eating lunch in the morning was completely changed. They only had bread and milk in the morning.
***
There was still bread and milk on the table.
Song Yunyang was tying his tie as he walked downstairs. The housekeeper was standing downstairs, watching him walk straight to the door and asked, "Master, don't you want to have breakfast?"
Song Yunyang was about to nod when he turned his gaze and saw Song Zishu sitting at the table.
He finally sat down.
I looked around and felt like something was wrong.
It seems like something is missing.
Song Yunyang asked the housekeeper: "Where is Song Yun back? Dad said he will be back in the next few days."
The butler hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.
(End of this chapter)