The Cub’s Father Pretends to Be Poor Everyday

Chapter 12

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Xie Yishu completely misunderstood the meaning of the little fat boy.

He thought that the little fat boy wanted to bring over the clothes he couldn't fit, so he agreed with a smile: "Okay."

Although "learning to be a puppet" was just an excuse Xie Yishu made up, but after a day's work as a childcare worker, Xie Yishu still ordered a set of basic material kits on Xingwang.com.

He plans to make a chubby bear like the chubby bear in "Bear Adventure", and give it to Bo Zai after a while.

Search "handmade material package" on Starnet, and virtual shops pop up overwhelmingly. Xie Yishu chose the one with the highest comprehensive evaluation among the several homes in the same city, and within an hour, he received the package from the bionic courier.

The material package was tightly wrapped, Xie Yishu opened the plastic package, and neatly placed the materials that will be used later on the table. Then he took out his optical computer, clicked into the live broadcast software downloaded yesterday, and created a live broadcast room.

001 suddenly became energetic: "Host, are we going to start the live broadcast?"

"Yeah." Xie Yishu simply named the live broadcast room, noticed 001's excitement, hesitated for a moment, and gave it a shot in advance, "This is our first live broadcast, and it's a handmade , probably no one will watch..."

"No!" 001 held different views on this.

Its database contains the experience of the predecessors of other systems. Those hosts who spread the culture of other worlds through live broadcasts can basically attract a few viewers on the first day, the live broadcast room will be full on the second day, and will be small on the third day. When you get popular, the speed of becoming famous is like riding a rocket, lol lol lol!

001 believes in its database, and also in its carefully selected hosts: "Have confidence in yourself, host."

Xie Yishu saw that 001 was full of confidence, so she didn't pour cold water on it. He piled up a few notebooks and courier boxes, propped up the optical computer, turned on the front camera, and adjusted the position of the optical computer. Soon, a row of neatly arranged materials appeared on the screen.

"Ooh!" 001 became excited, "Host, have we started yet?"

Xie Yishu said concisely: "It has begun."

five minutes later-

001's voice was full of confusion: "Host, did you press something wrong?"

Did it really start? Why is there no audience

"There is no mistake." Xie Yishu thought for a while, switched the interface, and clicked on the hand-made section of the live broadcast platform, "Look."

Contrary to the situation where no one cares about his live broadcast room, the handmade section of the live broadcast platform is quite popular. Almost all the live broadcast rooms on the first page are holographic live broadcast rooms, and are labeled as "hot". The number of viewers basically exceeds 100,000.

Xie Yishu explained to 001: "In fact, in Atlantis, handmade works are quite popular."

They have analyzed before that compared with the ancient blue star, the life in Atlantis lacks a sense of ritual.

Most people in Atlantis may also be vaguely aware of this, and began to pursue handmade.

After all, compared with cold, assembly line-produced things, things made by hand are always warmer and contain more human emotions.

Xie Yishu clicked on the screen and turned the pages. Five pages away, the heat of the live broadcast room slowly dropped, and "a live broadcast room of a thousand people" and "a live broadcast room of a hundred people" began to appear... A hundred pages away, there are still more than 30 pages "Zero-person live broadcast room".

Xie Yishu's live broadcast room is one of them.

"Gu Lanxing has a saying, 'Everything is difficult at the beginning'. It is always difficult at the beginning." Xie Yishu comforted 001 who was so shocked that he could not speak, "And our today..."

The light brain made a "ding" sound, reminding someone to enter the live broadcast room.

Xie Yishu stopped to comfort her, and looked at Guangnao. The special effect light of VIP members flashed on the optical computer screen:

["There is a little fairy girl in Tangtang" enters the live broadcast room]

Tang Yuan wanted to make a puppet as a birthday present for his precious daughter who was about to pass her sixth birthday. I bought several handmade material packages for this purpose, but all of them ended in failure.

The tutorials included with the seller and some of the video tutorials he found on Starnet were taught too fast for him to understand.

Seeing that Little Fairy's birthday was approaching, Tang Yuan had no choice but to enter the live broadcast room to try his luck. Who might be willing to make a simple puppet

Thinking of trying his luck, Tang Yuan opened the live streaming app, but unexpectedly he ran into one.

[Teach you how to make a bear puppet]

Tang Yuan rubbed his hands, clicked in, and found that the broadcast hadn't started yet, so he sent two barrage reminders.

[There is Tangtang Fairy at home: When will the anchor start the live broadcast?]

[There is Tangtang Fairy at home: I am ready to follow suit.]

On the one hand, Xie Yishu’s live broadcast room entered the first viewer, on the other hand, Bozai is also working hard to “provide mother with a suitable material package”.

While the housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, he ran lightly from the toy room to the cloakroom on the second floor, stepped on the small chair, and picked and picked in the big wardrobe.

He is very picky and not all shirts are required.

Look for one with a lot of small buttons that feels like the fabric used to make puppets.

The little fat pier rummaged through the closet for a while, and finally found a suitable one. The texture of linen is a bit rough to the touch, and there are six small buttons in a row, which is just right for my mother to practice!

Standing on tiptoe, Bo Zai took off the shirt, rolled it up guiltily, and stuffed it into his knitted vest. Immediately, with her waist bent and her protruding "little belly" in her arms, she ran back to the toy room.

Successful smuggling√

Bozai was so excited that Chubby blushed, took out the safety scissors for children, snorted and cut off the small buttons one by one, put them in the interlayer of the schoolbag and put them away.

He lifted the rug again and hid the shirt under the rug.

Let Dad check the schoolbag at night, and then secretly put the shirt in the small schoolbag before going to kindergarten tomorrow.

Bo Zai made a plan and started to play with toys. When Gu Yanzhi came back, the chubby boy was so tired that he fell asleep.

"Aunt Qiu, where's Bo Zai?"

Housekeeping took Gu Yanzhi's suit jacket: "The young master is in the toy room."

"Has he had his supper yet?"

"I've eaten. The young master was hungry at five o'clock today, so I made it for him. Have you eaten, sir?"

"Not yet, you can make something simple." Gu Yanzhi was about to wake up the little fat boy, when he passed by the dining table and saw a croissant, he wanted to fill his hunger first, but when he saw the production time on the package, he was taken aback, "Morning?"

"Yes, the young master brought it back from the kindergarten. Maybe it was given by the child's parent." The housekeeper replied, "The young master didn't eat, and said he wanted to keep it. When the husband comes back, he will eat it with him."

Gu Yanzhi's heart softened, and he felt that his son was not raised in vain.

Walking into the toy room, Bo Zai was sleeping soundly with a blanket hugged. Gu Yanzhi walked over and stretched out his hand to shave his son's fat face.

Little Fatty was disturbed in his sleep, and kicked his short legs in dissatisfaction.

Gu Yanzhi laughed softly.

Hearing the sound, Bozai struggled with the blanket for a while, then opened his eyes with a bang. Seeing that it was Gu Yanzhi, he immediately hugged him like a piglet: "Father!"

Xiao Pangdun was usually very clingy to Gu Yanzhi, but now he just woke up, and he was even clingier: "Father, you came back so late today."

"Papa's company has something to do. I'm sorry for making us wait so long." Gu Yanzhi picked up the chubby boy and walked outside, "I heard that Bozai left bread for Dad and wants to share it with Dad..."

Yes! A croissant from mom!

Bo Zai's eyes lit up, his drowsiness disappeared, and he urged eagerly: "Daddy, let's eat bread together!"

Gu Yanzhi put Bozai on the dining table, where the housekeeper had set up the knives, forks and plates in advance. Gu Yanzhi picked up the croissant and was about to tear off the packaging, but was stopped by the chubby boy: "Dad, let Bozai open! Let Bozai come! "

Gu Yanzhi handed the croissant to Bo Zai, and the chubby boy carefully tore open a seam.

The bread has been kept in the thermal bag for a whole day, and the scent has dissipated a lot, but the little fat pier still praised with satisfaction: "It smells so good!"

He handed the bread to Gu Yanzhi and asked, "Father, is it delicious?"

Gu Yanzhi cooperated: "Fragrant."

Bo Zai took back the bread, carefully broke off a small piece of horn, and put it on Gu Yanzhi's plate. Xiaopang's face was full of anticipation: "Dad, try it quickly, is it delicious?"

Gu Yanzhi looked at a piece of bread on the plate that was smaller than the tip of a thumbnail: "..."

Gu Yanzhi picked up the fork, picked up the small piece, and put it into his mouth.

…the portion was so small that you couldn’t taste it at all.

Gu Yanzhi picked up the water glass on the side, took a sip of water, put down the water glass, and under the expectant gaze of the little fat man, replied: "It's delicious."

Bozai couldn't wait to break off a piece as small as a shrimp and put it into his mouth. The chubby face puffed up happily: "Good time~"

The bread given by my mother is the most delicious in the universe!

It's just too little. Bo Zai looked at the croissant in his hand, if this went on, the little croissant would be eaten up by him and his father soon.

Bo Zai felt reluctant, and the bread that was broken off at one time was even smaller: "Dad, you have another piece."

After speaking, he broke off a small piece for himself, and said to himself: "Bo Zai will also have another piece."

Even so, the croissants were quickly sold out.

Bo Zai looked at the last piece of horn in his hand, divided it in half, gave half to Gu Yanzhi, and stuffed the other half into his mouth.

A small piece of bread crumbs quickly melted in his mouth.

ah.

Gone.

Bozai felt a little regretful, but more satisfied: "It's delicious! Dad, don't you think so?"

Gu Yanzhi, who hadn't tasted the flavor the whole time, said, "... yes."

Bozai lowered his head and poked his own stomach: "It would be nice if there were a little more."

No matter how much, he can eat it!

Gu Yanzhi didn't expect that the chubby boy would like to eat this kind of croissant so much, he glanced at the packaging, and secretly wrote down the name of the shop.

In the early morning of the next day, Bo Zai woke up in the rich fragrance of milk.

Gu Yanzhi sat across the dining table, rubbed his eyes with his hands, obediently said "Morning, Dad", and began to eat breakfast.

With a sip of milk and a croissant, he honestly ate up all the breakfast on the plate, and then gulped down a nutrient solution.

"Father, Bo Zai is full!"

Little Fatty's reaction was a bit different from Gu Yanzhi's imagination.

Gu Yanzhi: "Bozai, is the bread delicious this morning?"

Bo Zai was going to sneak to the toy room to get a shirt and schoolbag, but when he heard Gu Yanzhi ask him, he stopped his short legs and thought for a while: "Dad, did Grandma Qiu change the formula?"

He always felt that the croissant this morning was different from what he had eaten before.

Gu Yanzhi: "...um."

Sure enough, the recipe was changed, Bozai scratched the chubby face, and said honestly: "Bozai prefers the old one, the previous one is crispy and sweet. Dad, ask Grandma Qiu to change it back."

Gu Yanzhi, who specially asked someone to buy a croissant out of the oven at 6:30 in the morning: "...OK."

Gu Yanzhi looked at the back of the little chubby Pidianer Pidianer going to get his schoolbag, and found that he couldn't understand his five-year-old son more and more.

And after a few days, this idea reached a peak.

Gu Yanzhi looked at the inexplicably fat shirt on his body, and said loudly: "Boom boy!"

Bo Zai da da da da heard the news and rushed over, opened the door and poked a chubby face: "Dad, what's the matter?"

He saw the familiar shirt on his father, and his chubby little body stiffened.

The author has something to say: Before seeing the shirt—

Poppy: Dad, I'm coming!

After seeing the shirt—

Bozai: Dad, excuse me [Xiaobu exits the room and closes the door for Dad.JPG]