Tang Shu had no intention of answering everyone's confusion - of course, she had not looked into the live broadcast room so far, so she walked home and planned to look for her father whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

The arrival of the two caused the poultry to scream one after another. Tang Shu grabbed a handful of food from the wooden barrels hanging outside the fence and fed them, which quickly solved the noisy problem.

Then she put her backpack on the unknown stones of previous years, looked around and browsed every room quickly, and finally stopped in front of a low stone at the corner of the building.

There was a military green coat hanging there, and it was a large size.

"Be careful, the stones here are frozen and the ground is slipping."

"Thank you, Miss Tang, I will pay attention."

Tang Shu gave a message and took the lead in walking down the stone stairs. A cold wind that was several degrees colder than outside blew over, causing the photographer to shivere again.

It's too cold, is there a freezer inside?

However, he was wrong. After he followed him into it, he found that there was another world here. He even found a canal of live water flowing slowly. The tide he had just experienced was the Guantang wind blowing from the opposite side of the valley.

"dad."

"Come back? Come and help."

A tall figure was squatting beside the water at this time. Yes, it was tall. Even though Dad Tang shrank his body to the smallest because of collecting herbs, his head was still very big, enough for everyone to see his rough figure at a glance.

At this time, the man's spine was straight, holding a small shovel in one hand and placing it on a translucent and half-pink flower with one hand, eager to try it out. His face was a bit serious, and his hands were stained with a lot of mud beside the stream because of this action.

Tang Shu quickly rolled up his sleeves on both sides, took tools from the shelf on one side and squatted to the man. The two seemed to have partnered countless times, and each movement was full of tacit understanding until the plant, which seemed to be a lotus, was transferred from the soil to a container filled with water.

The photographer and the audience in the live room have watched for three minutes...

"Dad? The uncle just said that Dad wasn't it?"

"I'll lose, I've seen my father-in-law today. Hello, father-in-law, you're so handsome and stylish!"

"This man doesn't look like a man in his forties at all. Are you sure he is his father or brother?"

"Is this the uncle's father? As expected, he is as imposing as her and has a lot of aura-"

"Oh my God, Dad Tang probably has to be 1.9 meters tall, hey! Hey, hey, hey, like a man from the north~"

"Am I the only one who is more curious about what the lotus looks like? It looks like both the uncle and her dad are very precious..."

"I want to know, it's right if it's not an ordinary flower anyway."

Everyone saw that the thing was really precious, so the two of them were very careful when picking it, and there were a few ungrown flowers next to the stream, which looked more transparent and clear under the occasional sunlight.

At this time, Dad Tang had already stood up and walked out with the tool containing the snow lotus. His tall figure was undoubtedly revealed in the live broadcast room for a while.

Due to the difference in distance and height, the photographer had to adjust the oblique angle of the lens.

"I'll lose it, Dad Tang is so tall! This man is so stylish!"

"Mom, I'm so handsome, I'm so bloody. It's really good... handsome? Is this word to describe the uncle's father weird? But he really doesn't look old-"

"I almost jumped out of the camera when I stood up. Fortunately, the photographer responded quickly. I could ask the program team to add chicken legs to you at night."

"I'm sure, these two must be related by blood. The uncle's outline is very similar to that of Dad Tang, and his facial features are very three-dimensional."

Dad Tang became the most popular person among the audience for a while, and the discussion trend became more and more strange. Dad Tang had turned his attention to the conscientious photographer.

"This one is..."

"Dad, he is the staff member of the filming this time, I told you."

"The reality show you mentioned?"

"right."

"That person is also a guest. He needs to entertain and make a cup of tea. It is not very suitable for such a cold outsider."

"Then I'll go make tea, dad, have you had dinner?"

"You didn't eat it?"

Dad Tang saw through his daughter's scrupulousness at first sight and poked her unceremoniously. The latter smiled at him and was very angry.

"I'll give you a helping hand?"

"...No, I don't want to ignite the kitchen yet, just stay away from the kitchen."

Tang Shu's expression was strange, "..."

"Puff—yes, sorry."

The photographer couldn't help but laughed at the father and daughter in front of him. One was good at pleasing to lunch, and the other was a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart that seemed to be good at cooking?

There was also a series of "hahaha" in the live broadcast room, especially Tang Shu's old fans who automatically turned on the group ridicule mode, and they played themselves into a conscientious black fan.

The three of them walked out of the cellar to the kitchen. Soon, the sound of a dish plate was heard inside. Tang's father showed his chef's style every move. The green onion and garlic cloves were cut into a afterimage, while Tang Shu stood pitifully at the door of the kitchen. Whenever she tried to get closer, she would get a sharp stare.

she:"......"

"Hahahaha, what kind of disgusting look is this?"

"I'm so laughing. Dad Tang also knows that the uncle is just a scumbag in cooking? I suddenly remembered the variety shows that the uncle had participated in in those years."

"To be honest, if the uncle was alone at home, he would probably starve to death, right?"

"A good hunter, how could he be a trash in cooking? It seems that he has not inherited his father's talent at all--"

I won’t say whether Tang’s father’s skills are good or not, but the knife skills and speed are really good. In less than fifteen minutes, two bowls of shredded pork noodles were put into use. The old man walked out of the kitchen with one bowl in one hand and handed the last bowl to the photographer.

"eat."

"Mr. Tang, I'm working, this is not suitable."

"Put the thing on your shoulder on the stone behind you and have a meal first."

Tang Shu, who lowered his head and marched into the noodles, touched him with his elbow and handed him a secret look.

Be obedient and don't refute.

Not only the photographer, but also all the viewers in the live broadcast room read this information from her eyes.

He is quite backboneless and unconventional, and he looks like a pitiful little person who is afraid of his father.

The photographer finally realized that the man had the final say, so he set up the tools honestly and sat on a small stool that was hurting his butt and ate noodles.

Tang's father was very satisfied and took a look at his daughter.

"Let's go tomorrow?"

"Well, this holiday is relatively short. I will come back to accompany you after the holiday in a month."

"I'll go and give your grandma a incense stick later, don't forget."
Chapter completed!