"How can you sleep so well in one day and two nights?" In the kitchen, Yang Fan was shocked to learn that Liu Yueyue had slept for so long.
In the summer, he couldn't stand sleeping for eight hours in a row.
It’s better in winter, I can last for ten hours.
"If you can only sleep in bed for four or five hours a day for more than half a month, and then keep rushing on the road or busy with work after getting up, you can do it too." Liu Yueyue complained: "I didn't want to get up this morning, but my mother insisted on pulling me up and not letting me sleep, saying that she was afraid that if I continued to sleep like this, I wouldn't be able to get up."
"Have you recovered now?" Yang Fan asked with concern while cooking.
"It's okay." Liu Yueyue is in a good mental state now. She doesn't look like a worker who is exploited and enslaved by capital and works overtime day and night.
Yang Fan understood that Liu Yueyue was willing to give up her comfortable life and live a busy life.
People with a background like her understand the true meaning of life better than ordinary people.
Ordinary people work hard all day just to earn money, but Liu Yueyue is different. She works hard for her dream.
She is more qualified than many people to talk about her dreams, because many people are not qualified to work hard for their dreams.
They need to fill their stomachs first, then make some money, enjoy a little bit of luxury occasionally, and then worry about marriage, a house, food, and daily necessities.
These are enough to keep them busy for a lifetime. They have no right to be willful and pursue their unrealistic dreams.
"Then let's talk about the Warwick brand song." Yang Fan stretched out his hand to Liu Yueyue: "Tofu, it's time to put it in the pot."
Liu Yueyue handed the tofu to Yang Fan and said, "Huawei has agreed to change the brand song to "My Dream."
Yang Fan grinned and said, "Give me the copyright... Well, how much did my friend and I negotiate for?"
"Ninety-nine thousand." Liu Yueyue said regretfully, "I think it's too little, but your friend is not qualified enough to raise the price."
"Not bad." Yang Fan didn't care much. He was only selling the Chinese copyright, not a buyout.
This means that the copyright is still with him. In addition to Warwick, he can use it for commercial activities as well.
"It's really not much." Liu Yueyue kindly explained, "If a theme song is created specifically for a brand and it's written and composed by a famous celebrity, it's normal to pay hundreds of thousands. The brand is also reluctant to pay less, lest they be accused of being petty and having a negative impact on their own brand."
"It's okay. I'll give them the English version of the theme song in two years." Yang Fan was neither anxious nor impatient.
Warwick is destined to go global, so it is impossible for it not to have an English version of its theme song.
This is indeed the case. Huawei is entering overseas markets and is making good progress.
But it is not yet time to release an English version of the brand song, the timing is not ripe.
"Has the English version of Deng Feng been written?" Liu Yueyue asked in surprise.
"Yeah." Yang Fan nodded: "I'm not exaggerating or criticizing, I don't worship foreign things, I think the English version is better."
"Can I take a look?" Liu Yueyue was eager to try.
"It's useless to look at it." Yang Fan shook his head: "You should think about how to improve your international reputation in the next two years, otherwise the original singer of this English version of the brand song will probably fall into the hands of foreigners."
"Is that so?" Liu Yueyue immediately tensed up and clenched her fists: "I will definitely try my best."
Her current popularity is barely acceptable in China, but no one knows her internationally.
Thirteenth Aunt's side.
She was secretly washing Yang Fan's pants by hand.
No matter how clean Sanbao is and how clean his body is, he still has to wash Yang Fan's pants again after putting them on and then taking them off.
Halfway through washing, Aunt Thirteen was in a dilemma again. She decided to buy Xiaofan a new one and throw this one away.
After thinking about it, she stopped washing it and flushed it down the toilet.
I told Yang Fan later that it might have been blown down the stairs by the wind when it was drying and we couldn’t find it.
In the kitchen, Guoguo came in with a small sweet orange.
Seeing Yang Fan busy, she held up a small orange and said to Liu Yueyue, "Sister Yue, I want to eat oranges."
Liu Yueyue glanced at Yang Fan and asked, "Should we let her eat before dinner?"
"It's okay, she can eat it if she wants." Yang Fan said, it's just a small orange.
Liu Yueyue put the plate down, but looked at her hands and felt that they were not very clean. She was too lazy to wash them, so she said to Guoguo, "Ask mom to peel them for you."
Guoguo seemed to hesitate for a moment, then called out to Liu Yueyue crisply, "Mom."
Liu Yueyue was stunned.
"Mom, peel an orange for me." Guoguo persevered. He held the orange and looked up at Liu Yueyue eagerly.
Liu Yueyue was stunned.
Is there something wrong with my expression
Yang Fan was speechless. This little girl even dared to sell her mother just for food.
"What's going on?" Aunt Thirteen was about to enter the kitchen and felt a little strange when she heard that her daughter didn't seem to be calling her.
"Sister Yue asked me to call her..." Guoguo answered truthfully.
But before she could finish, Yang Fan interrupted her and said, "Aunt Thirteen, Guoguo wants to eat oranges, you can peel them for her. Yueyue and I don't have clean hands, so it's hard for us to help."
As he said this, he used a spoon to scoop out a piece of tofu from the pot.
The tofu was white and tender, trembling in Yang Fan's hand, and it looked soft and delicious at first glance.
He put his mouth close to it, blew a few breaths, and was ready to open his mouth to taste it. After handing the orange to her mother, Guoguo pulled his pants, raised her head and stared at the spoon.
Yang Fan ignored her and took a small bite.
"My my..." Guoguo jumped anxiously.
"Here you go." After blowing twice more, Yang Fan stuffed the remaining half into the little girl's mouth: "It's a little hot, be careful."
After feeding the little girl, Yang Fan turned off the stove.
Aunt Thirteen peeled an orange and asked, "Are they ripe?"
"It's ready, Yueyue, go get the food." Yang Fan took the plate handed over by Liu Yueyue and served the food.
After Aunt Thirteen peeled the orange, Guoguo, who had just finished eating the tofu, turned his attention back to the orange. He looked up, stretched out his hand, and asked his mother for the peeled orange.
Aunt Thirteen seemed not to see it and peeled it and ate it herself.
Guoguo's face was full of disappointment.
He stole my food again.
After dinner, Liu Yueyue sat on the sofa and didn't want to move.
So full!
Sometimes it’s nice when my sister is not around, like tonight no one is competing with me for the braised pork.
Yang Fan didn't rest, but took Jinmao and Gungun downstairs for a stroll.
Guoguo also wanted to go, but was driven back by Yang Fan.
It's a bit cold outside now, not suitable for walking and playing.
Golden Retriever and Rolling Dog are really bored. They haven't gone out for almost a week.
Every day, I am forced by Aunt Thirteen to run on the treadmill, wasting my youth and energy to prevent them from destroying the house.
Aunt Thirteen also became a lot lazier. She weighed herself and found that she had gained a kilogram or two, so she ran on the treadmill for a while.
After playing with Golden Retriever and Rolling for more than half an hour, Yang Fan brought them back.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Aunt Thirteen sitting on the sofa reading a book, a collection of poems.
"Men should not read the works of Nalan Rongruo, and women should not read the works of Cangyang Gyatso. Fortunately, the author of the poetry collection you are reading is someone I have never heard of." Yang Fan untied the dog leash and let Jinmao and Gungun go to rest.