"Boss, no, this cat in the anchor's live broadcast room is a bit evil. We just got the rhythm up, and he acted stupidly and diverted the attention of the fans." The leader of the navy team code-named "Gangzi" was anxious. Scratching his head and scratching his head, he strode out of the depressing atmosphere of the workroom and rushed into the leader's office next door.
The man called "Boss" is a short, fat, middle-aged man with a mustache. At this time, he is putting his feet on the head of a small robot with a somewhat tattered shell, letting it wax his leather shoes. On the terminal It showed a picture of an underground mecha fighting arena, and it was obvious that he was participating in illegal gambling activities.
Hearing the sound of steel, he impatiently took a sip from the electronic cigar in his hand, as if an important matter was at a critical moment but was interrupted by a blind subordinate in front of him.
"Do you still need me to teach you about such a small problem?" The little boss code-named "Yinzi" did not intend to listen to his subordinates' complaints, but used his usual workplace PUA methods to put pressure on them, "'Steel Pipe' used to be the team leader When I was here, I never bothered me for this kind of thing."
When he heard the name of his former boss who had been imprisoned, Gangzi curled his lips in disdain. He was sent to the empire as a technical guide, and yet he was so unlucky that he was involved in a thorough investigation of Internet smugglers, and even his team and his team were arrested. He didn't want to think about it for ten or eight years. Is such an unlucky guy worthy of comparing with him?
He took a deep breath and tried to calmly describe their current situation to his inexperienced boss: "The experience of the steel pipe is no longer applicable. The backstage of this anchor's live broadcast room is as if it is equipped with electronic eyes. The account in our hands A lot of them have been blocked..."
"Shhh——!" He was interrupted by Yinzi's gesture in the middle of his words. Gangzi followed his hand and looked into the air, only to see that on the gambling page he had publicly projected in the air, he was being watched by A large video invitation dialog box occupies the center position, the inviter: Jin Zi.
He is the general person in charge of several of their studios and Yinzi's direct supervisor.
Yinzi's bloated body was still flexible, and he kicked the small robot away from his feet. He used the force to sit up straight on his sofa chair, and then quickly straightened his instrument in the beauty mirror he used for shaving. Then he said respectfully The video call was connected.
The face of the person opposite was hidden under the mosaic as always, but the aura emanating from his body was particularly frightening.
Normally, he couldn't get used to seeing the money look so sloppy. This time he was even more angry after waiting for more than ten seconds. When he came up, he started to choke: "It's so slow to pick up, are you using your working time to gamble again?"
"No, no, how dare you?" Being good at observing people's emotions is one of the few advantages Yinzi has. Seeing that Jinzi was a little angry, he apologized in a low-key manner, "I was in a meeting with Gangzi just now, and I didn't pay attention. Terminal situation.”
"Really Gangzi?" Yinzi turned his head and winked at him and made an expression.
Gangzi immediately understood and nodded in agreement: "Uh, yes, yes, we are in a meeting."
"Hey, what did you say? Can you tell me?" After hearing this, Jin Zi's tone became even more sinister, and he was sure that the two of them could not say anything useful——
I'm too sleepy. I'll do it when I get up in the morning. I have to work overtime on both days of the weekend, so the second shift will be difficult. I'll see what happens -
In the past few days, her mental control level has improved again, and she simply uses it when cooking, only wrapping her fingertips to improve accuracy. Unexpectedly, he actually blocked several knives for himself just now, causing the illusion of "almost cutting his hand".
This knife for chopping ribs is indeed a bit reluctant, but originally it was mainly used for chopping vegetables, so Fang Qingnuan didn't apply for new kitchen utensils.
In the past few days, her mental control level has improved again, and she simply uses it when cooking, only wrapping her fingertips to improve accuracy. Unexpectedly, he actually blocked several knives for himself just now, causing the illusion of "almost cutting his hand".
This knife for chopping ribs is indeed a bit reluctant, but originally it was mainly used for chopping vegetables, so Fang Qingnuan didn't apply for new kitchen utensils.
While she was feeling happy for her discovery, Casper turned his attention to the place where the mental power was fluctuating and planned a new experimental arrangement in his mind.
"After cutting it, it looks like there are more." The anchor poured the cut ribs into a basin, added a handful of flour to it, and then turned on the faucet to wash it. "Four has adsorption properties. This It can help us quickly remove the blood and dirt attached to the ribs.”
She poured half a pot of cold water into the large wok, put the ribs in the pot, and then turned on the heat to blanch.
"Add the three-piece set for cooking and removing fishy meat: green onions, ginger and cooking wine. While waiting, let's deal with this new chicken friend." Fang Qingnuan showed a friendly smile, picked up the knife and struck it once, twice, Three times...
, soak it in water, "We usually just soak the chicken in water, and then filter out the blood after a few minutes."
While the chicken is soaking, the ribs in the pot are already steaming and the water is gradually boiling.
"Try to remove as much foam as possible, let the meat cook in the boiling water for a minute, and then turn off the heat." The frying spoon in her hand circled along the edge of the pot, welcoming the spare ribs with all impurities removed from the pot.
Hearing the chatter and laughter not far away, she looked up and saw that Mulinfeng and the two guests had returned from picking, and Casper, who was very efficient, had also finished working on the simple mud kiln. With the cover up, Dean Lin was spinning around to take pictures.
"Put the ribs in the pot just now for later use. Let's go and fire the kiln first." She trotted over to Casper and the others and explained the next arrangements.
Hughes had a bad lunch.
Without the care of the two skilled workers, Xiao Yi and Er, even when heating the pre-made dishes left by Fang Qingnuan, Owen and Luke, two people who had never been in the kitchen, made frequent mistakes, which made the food taste bad. Big discount.
When it was time to eat, he discovered that the cub humanoid he had transformed didn't even have all its teeth! It's okay to eat some soft and rotten food, don't even think about pieces of meat.
The little prince had a poor appetite, but the two guys who were eating the cat's food kept eating every bite, helping him to exceed his lunch eating task.
"Prince Hughes, what is the purpose of this 'kiln' built by the little anchor?" Owen went to wash the dishes, and Luke coaxed the little baby to sleep, constantly asking questions about the live broadcast he had on.
"..." Hughes, who was asked about his blind spot in knowledge, was unwilling to admit the fact that he didn't know, and decisively chose to pretend to be asleep.
"Huh? Did you fall asleep so soon..." He closed his eyes and heard Luke's murmur. Then he stopped talking as if he was afraid of disturbing him, then raised his little hand and tried to help him close the terminal. live broadcast interface.
"Woof! Woof!"
A clear puppy bark broke the brief peace.
Hughes' brows moved slightly and his eyes narrowed uncontrollably, trying to determine the source of the sound through the gaps between his thick eyelashes.
"Jinbao?" What kind of astigmatism and shortsightedness does the shit shovel officer have? Not all dogs are called "Jinbao" with such weird names.
"Ouch~ woof woof woof!" Ma Dan is really this little devil... How did he touch it? Mulinfeng, the shabby reservation system you have been boasting about for a long time is really useful? (End of chapter)
