Author: Nu Yaoer

Zhou Weiyuan endured the pain in his fingers: "Why are you laughing at? Look at your crooked shrimp."

Fu Chinan was still holding a sign in his hand, and he pointed at Wang Yaoming's hand: "Wang Yaoming is even more crooked than what I wear."

Wang Yaoming: ".This is just a mistake!"

Zhou Weiyuan glanced at the other ingredients on the table: "You have made a lot of mistakes."

Wang Yaoming: "I think I did it well."

Zhou Weiyuan smiled, picked up a few, and came to Wang Yaoming: "Look at what they were wearing."

Wang Yaoming took it and looked carefully, and found that Fu Chinan's skills were indeed not as good as those of ordinary people.

"Brother Nan, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

Fu Chinan: "A little bit."

Wang Yaoming:...Isn't this a little bit?

These shrimps enter from the connection between the tail and abdominal nodes, just in the middle of the abdomen and come out from the middle of the shrimp head.

Several shrimps were in and out in exactly the same place without any deviation.

This obsessive-compulsive disorder is amazing!

Zhao Jiumo was squatting on the ground, holding a large conch in his left hand and a large scallop in his right hand. He looked depressed: "This shell will not look good if it is roasted."

"Give it to me." Tang Ran took a bamboo stick and took Zhao Jiumo's conch away.

She inserted the tip into the conch meat, turned around and picked it up, and the entire conch meat was picked out.

Tang Ran put the conch meat into an ugly shell and gave the conch shell and the meat-containing shell to Zhao Jiumo.

"that's all."

"Ah, Xiaoran, you are so smart!"

Why didn't she think of this? Just bake it in an ugly shell!

But the question is what conch meat is this?

It was easy to get it done when she saw Xiaoran. Why couldn't she take it out?

"Xiaoran, help me!"

Tang Ran was having a happy meal when he was doing it himself.

She took off the crab with her bare hands.

It was obviously a rude movement, but she did it inexplicably elegant and noble.

The roasted seafood exudes a scent that makes people drool when they smell it, and then brush it with a secret dip sauce. That smell really makes people want to swallow your tongue.

Aunt Yan pushed Uncle Liu over.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Uncle Liu, whose hair was already gray, looked at all the people who were eating and smiled: "How does this dipping sauce taste?"

Tang Ran was peeling shrimps. When he heard this, he raised his head and gave Uncle Liu a big smile: "It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

"Uncle Liu, your craftsmanship is great!"

“It’s so delicious!”

“…”

"Hahaha, I'm glad the young lady liked it." Uncle Liu laughed happily.

Aunt Yan also smiled: "You eat slowly, I'll push you Uncle Liu out for a walk."

"Yeah, Aunt Yan, go."

Aunt Yan pushed Uncle Liu and they went to the front yard.

After dinner, Tang Ran opened the writer's platform with a portable mini notebook and sent out the last few chapters of "Chongyuan".

This was something she wrote casually during the holidays, but unexpectedly it became popular.

The moment I sent it out, Gou Yue collapsed again.

Hot searches are on the rise again.

The young programmer of Weibo quickly repaired it, and it was almost stable.

Weibo was on the verge of collapse, but it did not.

Tonight is a carnival among the fans of "Chongyuan".

#"Chongyuan" is completed# is ranked first in a hot search within one minute.

【Ahhh, Ran Dada’s first book, "Chongyuan", has been completed!】

[I cried, it is not easy to write "Zhongyuan"!]

The next day, at twelve o'clock, the dining table was filled with all kinds of meals.

It was not until half past twelve that everyone came to have dinner one after another.

Mao Yulian wore two big dark circles and took a mashed potato and started eating.

Zhou Weiyuan came over, took a portion of foie gras and sat down.

He looked up at Zhao Jiumo: "Did you stay up late last night? Follow "Zhongyuan"?"

Zhao Jiumo nodded: "I was so energetic last night, but now I'm sleepy. After dinner, I'm going to go back to bed."

Zhou Weiyuan nodded, he thought so too.

"I guess I'll stay up late at night."

"How to say it?"

It just so happened that Wang Yaoming and Fu Chinan came over.

Hearing their conversation, Fu Chinan replied casually, "Will "Chongyuan" be updated tonight?"

Wang Yaoming nodded in agreement.

Wang Yaoming: "Guess what is written in the lower part?"

Zhou Weiyuan shook his head: "I can't guess, I hope to update Killer R."

Zhao Jiumo shook her head wildly: "No, it's time to update "Rebirth of the Real Dead Counterattack"!"

Zhou Weiyuan curled his lips: "Are you chasing such a childish novel?"

Zhao Jiumo was dissatisfied: "How naive!"

At this moment, a scream came from the upper floor: "Ahhhh!"

The four of them looked at each other.

Mao Yulian felt a bad feeling: "This is the director's voice, what's wrong? Is it a big update?"

"Ah? Who of you has a cell phone?" Zhou Weiyuan asked.

He got up and washed downstairs without a cell phone.

"I brought it." Wang Yaoming took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Zhao Jiumo: "Look at Weibo!"

As he said that, a few people gathered together, Wang Yaoming was around.

Wang Yaoming opened Weibo and several people held their breath.

However, it cannot be opened.

Weibo collapsed.

Mao Yulian was excited and nervous: "It must be, it must be updated!"

Fu Chinan was also excited: "Which one will it be!"

"The director likes "Black Mistake". Judging from his appearance, it is definitely not "Black Mistake"." Zhou Weiyuan said.

"Do you think Ransha will open a new one?"

After Wang Yaoming finished speaking, the air solidified.

Three eyes looked at him without blinking.

Mao Yulian: "Don't say such unlucky words, hurry up, bah!"

"Hehe, kidding!"

Fu Chinan next to Wang Yaoming pointed to his cell phone and shouted.

Mao Yulian came over nervously and excitedly: "Look!"

Several people gathered together, holding their breath, staring at the screen of their phones intently.

Wang Yaoming got on the small account and was stuck for a while before he could get it out.
To be continued...