Chapter 127: 127 can only eat a little bit

Chapter 127 127. I can only eat a little bit

“Tantan,” Song Sancheng stared at his phone:

“Are you planning to let Qiao Qiao go online...what are you doing on the Internet, live streaming to bring goods? This seems to be quite popular now.”

“Last time your mother played Douyin, she spent 19 yuan on a pair of pants. People said these pants were so good that they sold tens of thousands of pairs a day..."

Song Tan was helpless: "I have this plan, but I don't plan to sell honey right away."

With one thousand yuan per catty, she got nothing but ridicule from the crowd.

Besides, it’s quite a reputation to bring goods as soon as the live broadcast becomes popular. She was fine, but Qiaoqiao was stupid, so she didn't intend to let him be scolded on the Internet.

She picked up the two baskets of dug bamboo shoots and said, "Dad, you guys continue your work. I'll go back and turn off the live broadcast."

She left with the basket, while Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together watching the live broadcast. Seeing the king eating the broken honeycombs like jelly beans, the two old men became more and more greedy...

At this moment, a high-pitched "quack, quack, quack" came from the live broadcast room!

The sound came from far away, and soon a big white goose with a yellow hat stretched out its neck came out from behind the king.

Zhang Yanping subconsciously shrank his neck: "Uncle, why do I feel that Dabai has grown up again?"

Song Sancheng took a closer look: "It's indeed big—and fat!"

The big white goose's beak was wide open, and his voice became louder and louder. At this moment, he couldn't wait to put his head on Qiao Qiao's hand, making Qiao Qiao scurry:

"Dabai, do you want to eat too? I told you last time that I can't eat anymore - okay, okay, I can only eat a little bit."

He was obviously quite unprincipled, and now he took out a piece of honeycomb from the basin, and then, one person, one dog and one goose, you took a bite and I took a bite, and the food became more and more sweet.

【Good guy! 】

Someone in the live broadcast room exclaimed: "I hold the yellow on my left and hold the blue on my right, and I eat pure natural honey. This is the life of a fairy." 】

【I’ve been doing it for a long time and it’s mukbang】

【Obviously watching people eating can no longer stimulate my appetite, I still have to watch dogs and geese...】

I think this honey dog and goose are both greedy, so it must be very good. 】

【Sell it, this honey looks really good, anchor, please link to it】

【Stop it, the anchor is mentally retarded and can't understand this at all. 】

【Who knows whether mental retardation is real or fake, they haven't said a word】

【I am the only one who noticed that this goose is so big that it cannot be stewed in one pot. 】

This barrage was so messy that Zhang Yanping felt upset and angry.

At this time, Song Tanqing's voice also appeared in the live broadcast room: "Qiaoqiao, go home after you finish your work."

Qiaoqiao responded instantly, and then hurriedly divided the remaining hives, one dog and one goose, into half, and then walked down the mountain with the bucket and the basin.

【Hey, hey, anchor, you forgot your mobile phone——】

After a while, everyone only saw a pair of slender snow jade-like hands stretching out, and then, the live broadcast room instantly went dark.

Come on.

As old users who followed the last live broadcast will know that this anchor is always caught off guard when he broadcasts!

But I don’t know why, but there is that kind of magic that attracts people to keep watching.

And this family has so many things. It was a big bee before, and this time it’s a big dog and a big white goose—how come these things are so good? Have you grown so big by eating?

Especially that bee last time, oh, that round **** can be applied for Guinness. The audience has never seen such a fat person in their lives!

Song Tan didn't understand the craze on the Internet. She was just glad that everyone thought Qiao Qiao was wrong about the price of honey, and she didn't plan to link to it.

There was also less criticism of Qiao Qiao.

At this moment, she put her phone back in her pocket, and then asked Qiaoqiao:

“You didn’t steal honey on the mountain, did you?”

Qiaoqiao puffed up her chest and said confidently:

What you eat is the honeycomb and has nothing to do with honey.

Song Tan glanced at him: "Little clever guy, don't feed Dawang and Dabai so many sweets next time. Dabai will get fatter if he eats too much, and Dabai will get diarrhea if he eats too much." Only a little bit."

Song Tan snorted: Is that a little bit?

The piece as big as a palm was divided between Qiaoqiao and the king. Later, there was another piece as big as a palm. The king knew that the three of you were divided.

“Moreover,” Qiao Qiao said aggrievedly, “The king is so big, has he eaten too much honey?”

Song Tan:…

Little clever guy, with a body like the king’s, you don’t feel like eating anything is too much, right?

Qiaoqiao still asked one hundred thousand whys: "What about Dabai? Will Dabai suffer from diarrhea after eating it?"

Song Tan pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "If Dabai eats it... it will probably taste better."

at the same time.

The imperial capital.

Wanhe Garden.

As soon as the guy from Fengfeng Express left, Lu Chuan closed the door and opened the small box in his arms.

In the small and scattered entrance garden behind you, the dark green velvet leaves of the black gold philodendron have been adjusted.

The light green primroses below are almost in bloom.

Dark purple gloxinia huddled at the edge of the window, with flowers blooming in the center.

The scent of tea leaves lingering in the air, which soothes the mood and brightens the spirit. In just one day, Lu Chuan has easily changed his preferences for many years.

He gave up Phoenix Dancong and fell in love with this unknown green tea.

The only trouble I have is that this green tea must not be drunk in the bedroom or at night, otherwise the tea aroma will remain and linger all night long—

He stayed up all night last night and wrote 10,000 words, which is what this green tea achieved.

Now, just after he could no longer resist the temptation to brew another cup of green tea, the courier came to his door again.

This time, he carefully read the address and name on the express delivery note, as well as the number that was hidden in the middle.

Song Tan.

He remembered the name carefully again.

Hands as sharp as cold jade held the sharp utility knife. The iron-gray blade cut through the tape of the packaging box, which also aroused a sense of anticipation in his heart——

Is this the honey I mentioned before?

The two jars of honey tightly wrapped by the air bag column are not big, and he can hold one jar with one hand.

However, the shepherd's purse that he ate before, the milkvetch kept fresh in the refrigerator, and the tea brewed in the cup... all warned Lu Chuan:

This honey must be the best in the world.

He slightly raised the ordinary hexagonal glass jar with a transparent black lid and looked at the milky yellow honey that had begun to crystallize inside through the clear material...

The light falls from the window on the north balcony of the entrance garden, which is not too strong. But his sideways posture in the light and shadow is like a green bamboo in the forest, long and erect, with its own rhythm.

From the raised wrist, the silk pajamas slipped down smoothly and paused at the burn scar on the elbow. However, the wrist became more and more shiny like cold jade, with a fragile and thrilling beauty.

And the slightly protruding radius and the muscle lines of the arm that have not completely disappeared are still showing his strength.

After all, it was these hands that supported the ground at the most dangerous time. Even if the fire from the explosion swept across, Song Tan was still firmly protected under him.

I had a cup of bubble milk tea at five o'clock yesterday afternoon, so... I wrote this at four thirty in the morning, and got up at nine o'clock to revise it...

Now the whole person is in a state of decadence.

Why do some people drink tea and it doesn’t affect their sleep? I don’t think it’s Sister Li! !

9.2 status is not good, this is the only update, good night.

(End of this chapter)

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