Chapter 67

In the live broadcast room, barrages of comments came one after another.

In the kitchen, Li Yuting and Yang Yuling had already fried the eggs and were starting to put various side dishes on the bread slices.

Li Yuting methodically put eggs, ham, lettuce, etc. into the bread.

Yang Yuling was also putting things in, and each movement was very graceful. Until, after putting everything into the bread slice, she suddenly grabbed the bread tightly and quickly compressed it into a ball.

Then, start kneading the dough as hard as you would knead the dough.

Finally, the sandwich was simply kneaded into a round, wrinkled lump.

At this time in the live broadcast room, I don’t know whether Yang Yuling hired some internet trolls or was influenced by the world consciousness, but many people were praising Yang Yuling as if she was making handicrafts.

Even Gu Chiyu looked at the sandwich in Yang Yuling's hand and said in a praising tone: "Others make food, Lingling, you make a piece of art."

As soon as Gu Chiyu said this, the kitchen was quiet for a few seconds, and even the screen in the live broadcast room was clear for a few seconds.

[Emm... To be honest, does the thing that Yang Yuling grabbed and kneaded really look like a work of art? ]

[Perhaps, art is what makes people look unappetizing? ]

[For a moment, I couldn't tell whether Gu Chiyu was sincerely praising me or being sarcastic]

[Those who just praised the artwork, please come out and tell me in detail, how exactly does this thing look like a work of art? ]

……

At the live broadcast, Yang Yuling looked at the unappetizing thing in her hand, then looked at her hands covered in ketchup, and her face turned black.

After hearing what Gu Chiyu said, Yang Yuling's face turned even darker and redder.

After he said this, Gu Chiyu was shocked to realize what he had said.
I don't understand why I said that just now.

Looking at what Yang Yuling was holding, Gu Chiyu said with a stiff face: "Lingling, don't get me wrong, I really think it looks good."

"No matter what Lingling makes, I think it looks good. Let me eat this."

After saying that, he took the sandwich from Yang Yuling and ate it with relish.

Ye Fushu couldn't help but sigh, he was indeed Yang Yuling's most loyal bootlicker, he simply interpreted the word "bootlicker" to the fullest.

"This guy must be Gu Chiyu, right? When did he become so humorous? How can that thing look like a work of art?" "And he... actually ate it?"

When Ye Fushu was watching the live broadcast, Mr. Zhang also stretched his neck to take a look. He happened to see Gu Chiyu praising Yang Yuling, and then saw him eating a sandwich. He felt very disgusted.

Ye Fushu put away his phone and said seriously, "Maybe he has a rather unique hobby."

boss Zhang:"……"

It doesn't look like a hobby.

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Ye Fushu did not see Ye Zhixia in Yang Yuling's live broadcast room. He guessed that Ye Zhixia should not be in the courtyard of the B&B, so he asked the system.

After learning from the system that Ye Zhixia worked in the same morning tea shop as her, Ye Fushu went straight to find Ye Zhixia.

The seats of Ye Zhixia and the others were a little far from where Ye Fushu and Mr. Zhang had just sat, but they could be seen just by walking past a pot of green plants.

Ye Zhixia was having dinner with Gu Mengxing and others, and there were several photographers around them.

After seeing this, Ye Fushu immediately gave up the idea of ​​looking for Ye Zhixia.

[Forget it, let Xiao Liu tell her, or send a message to Sister Ye later.]

Thinking of this, Ye Fushu walked straight out of the store.

"Master Ye, you're not going to look for your sister?"

Ye Fushu shook his head. "She's live streaming. I can just send her a message later."

Mr. Zhang nodded, and then walked towards the car parked on the side of the road with Ye Fushu.

However, before the two of them got into the car, a familiar voice came from behind them, "Ye Fushu."

Ye Fushu stopped, looked back, and saw Ye Zhixia running towards him.

Ye Zhixia took a few big steps towards the two of them, grabbed Ye Fushu's arm and pulled him aside.

Looking at his wrist that was grabbed, Ye Fushu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of anger suddenly appeared in his eyes. He exerted force and pulled his hand back.

(End of this chapter)