Bring your child to a variety show? Daughter: He is truly my living father!

At this time, the live broadcast room screen once again showed Ding Li and Chao Chao, father and son.

Ding Li had already put on the restaurant's white work clothes.

Because he was a novice and had no experience, he could only help the kitchen.

The boss provided him with food and accommodation, but no salary.

It was lunchtime now, and the restaurant was gradually filling up.

Ding Li was busy, washing and cutting vegetables, and using the spoon from time to time.

He was sweating profusely in this hot summer.

It was lunchtime.

Yang Yang's stomach had been growling with hunger for a long time, and he ran to find Ding Li.

"Dad, I'm so hungry."

"Why are others eating, but we can't?"

Before Ding Li could answer, the chef next to him answered with a smile.

"Because they are customers who have spent money."

"It's mealtime now and we are busy. After we finish this round of work, we can start eating."

When Yangyang heard that he had to wait for a long time, he was hungry and tired, and he immediately cried out of grievance.

Ding Li also felt sorry for the child.

But he also knew that this was how restaurant work was.

He could only secretly hand Yangyang a few slices of food to comfort him.

The audience felt a little sorry for Yangyang's pitiful appearance.

——"Restaurant work is really tiring. I worked there for a while before, and then I couldn't lift my hands every day."

——"Alas, although this job can make you full, you have to eat very late every day. It's too pitiful. You've been too hungry for a long time."

——"Why do I have a thought that Yangyang is fat and must have a lot of fat reserves. Going hungry for one or two meals is just right for losing weight."

——"Haha, what the above person said is right."

Then, the live broadcast screen changed.

Came to the live broadcast room of Daichuan and Niu Niu.

The first thing that came was the crying of more than a dozen children.

Dai Chuan was in a panic. After comforting one, another one started crying.

That one stopped crying, and another one started crying.

The audience in front of the screen all covered their ears.

Many people found earplugs to block out the crying.

—— "Mom, can you change the live broadcast room quickly? I am most afraid of children crying, especially so many children crying at the same time. It will kill me."

—— "Puchi, Dai Chuan, who is so good at dealing with children, is also at a loss in the kindergarten."

—— "Niuniu's father, Niuniu's clothes are all dirty, won't you change them?"

This live broadcast room is indeed a mess, and the noise is unbearable.

The live broadcast room quickly switched to the screen of Li Yong and Chaochao.

It is much quieter here.

There is only the sound of rows of machines running.

The workers working in front of the machines have no expression on their faces, doing their work like an assembly line.

Li Yong and Chaochao were assigned to a workshop where the work was very easy.

They just needed to pack the products into the packaging bags according to the requirements.

According to Li Yong's plan, he planned to take Chaochao to several workshops to experience it in two days.

Chaochao shook his sore arms and asked in a low voice.

"Dad, why do these people have to do such boring work."

Li Yong said in a low voice with a cold tone.

"These people have not read much and can only do such boring work."

"Now you know why Dad usually forces you to study hard, right?

If you don't study hard and can't get into a good school, you will be like them in the future.

You can't make much money doing such work for a lifetime."

After listening to his father's words, Chaochao looked around at the dull-looking workers around him.

As if he understood something, he nodded thoughtfully.

"Dad, you are right. I will study hard after I go back and don't do such work in the future."

A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Li Yong's mouth.

The audience had an indescribable feeling when they saw this scene. ——"Fuck. Chaochao's father is so deep-minded. No wonder a boss is willing to work in the factory. It turns out that he is giving his child an education lesson."

——"I think Li Yong is PUAing Chaochao. This education method is a bit depressing."

——"In Li Yong's eyes, are we all the same? Look at his contemptuous eyes, a hateful capitalist."

——"Don't you think Li Yong is doing this for the good of the children? Let the children face the reality of society earlier, so that they can study hard and fight for their future."

Such an atmosphere is really depressing.

Not long after, Xiao Yang and Xiao Xiao appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

The three people got off the taxi and there was a yard in front of them.

The yard was silent, with no one.

There were only two black hearses parked in the yard, which made people shudder.

Open screen crit.

The barrage of comments from the audience rolled wildly in the live broadcast room.

——"Fuck, am I watching a parent-child variety show? This atmosphere, this feeling, I'm scared."

——"My husband is not at home, it's a bit scary to watch."

——"Beautiful sister upstairs, I can watch it with you, tell me your address."

As the audience discussed,

Xiao Yang pulled Xiao Xiao's hand, lowered his head and asked seriously.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Xiao Xiao shook her head: "No!"

But he heard the photographer behind him whispered: "I'm afraid~"

But Xiao Yang and Xiao Xiao ignored the photographer and continued to walk forward.

Xiao Yang asked Xiao Xiao: "What I just taught you in the car, did you remember it?"

Xiao Xiao shook her hand impatiently: "Remember! Remember!"

There is a 3-story building in the yard.

There is a sign on the gate that says "Qinglongshan Funeral Company".

Go in and you will see a hall with a few chairs.

The whole building is quiet.

Turn right.

It is a funeral supplies supermarket.

An older woman was sitting inside, eating melon seeds.

When she saw the three people coming, she continued to eat melon seeds while looking at her phone without raising her head.

The supermarket shelves were quite complete.

Urn boxes, funeral clothes, and various paper money, credit cards in the underworld, universal mobile phones in the underworld, handheld TVs, notebooks, passports, cars, airplanes...

Xiao Yang picked up something and laughed.

"Follow the trend, there are even bossy meal packages for Wang Ma and Li Guanjia here."

Xiao Xiao picked up the paper-made Haidilao hot pot and said with a dissatisfied look:

"Dad, there is only Haidilao hot pot here, what if you don't like it?"

Xiao Yang was about to open his mouth to say something.

Then he heard Xiao Xiao say:

"Well~ But it doesn't matter, wait until you die."

"I can draw you an authentic Sichuan and Chongqing spicy hot pot and burn it for you."

Xiao Yang: ? ? ?

"Puchi~"

The photographer was a little scared at first, but he laughed immediately after hearing this.

The audience in the live broadcast room also laughed at the same time.

——"??? Xiaoxiao, why does this sound a bit filial, but not too much?"

——"Hahaha, what do you like? I'll paint it for you now!"

——"Thank you Xiao Yang for broadening my horizons~ I've never been to this place before, it turns out it looks like this, it seems that the goods are quite rich."

At this time, the elder sister who was eating melon seeds heard the noise, and then raised her head and asked:

"Hey~" "What do you guys want to buy?"