Dad: Leisurely live broadcast life in mountain village

Zhang Song didn't care either.

Netizens are like this these days, emotions come and go quickly.

When something happens online, a group of people are criticized, and the same group of people are praised. It is a normal operation.

Seeing that Qin Luo had completed the basic outline, he looked at the complete character outline outlined by Qin Luo for a while, but felt that his old face was a little hot.

The outline is quite well drawn. Even if it took him ten times more time, it would only be at this level at most, and it might even require a lot of work to modify.

But what about Qin Luo?

In just a few minutes, it was completed to this point, and even the originally crude wood carving did not need any modifications!

There is at least a twenty-year gap in skill here.

"I misjudged him. I thought he was just a junior who just entered the industry, but I didn't expect that this guy is actually a guy who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger."

"Too careless!"

Zhang Song shook his head, then clicked a rocket to reward, and typed on the public screen:

"I was with Meng Lang before, but I didn't expect that the anchor's wood carving skills are so deep."

"I am ashamed to be able to take out the complete outline of a character in such a short time."

"The heart is in hand and the mind is united. The anchor's skills are really solid. I look forward to the final product."

The audience in the live broadcast room was also a little confused when they saw this comment made by this veteran carpenter who was known as a twenty-year-old carpenter.

"What's going on, boss? Didn't you say before that the anchor is young and can't produce any good works? Why does his face change so quickly?"

"The co-author is because the anchor is so awesome, now he starts to brag about it?"

“Large real fragrance scene???”

…

Seeing these barrages, Zhang Song's old face turned red again.

But after thinking about it, he continued.

"Just look at the anchor's hands and you will know."

"The anchor's hand is very steady. There is almost no hesitation when cutting the knife. What does this mean?"

"It shows that the anchor is extremely accomplished in the field of wood carving. He hardly needs any thinking and even has the final product finalized in his mind!"

"We craftsmen rely on these hands to survive. With such a steady hand, the level must not be much different. You will know it just by looking at it."

And as these words came out, everyone in the live broadcast room seemed to have reacted.

"From what Brother Zhang Song said, it seems that this is really what happened."

"The anchor's hand is really steady."

"My grandfather likes to practice calligraphy. He has been practicing calligraphy for decades. I feel that he is not as stable as the anchor."

"And didn't some water friends say before that the anchor can carve very quickly?"

"It seems that the anchor is really not fooling around, but is really good at it."

“Inexplicably starting to look forward to it!”

“Looking forward to the host’s finished product!”

“Looking forward to 1”

"..."

The trend in the entire live broadcast room has obviously begun to change.

Even the loss of popularity was stopped.

Qin Luo was not too surprised when he saw this.

After smiling slightly, he turned to look at his baby daughter.

"Xiao Nuan!"

"Come here and sit down, dad needs you to be a model."

Qin Xiaonuan, who was playing with the cat, suddenly became energetic when he heard the sound.

He immediately came to Qin Luo's side, hugged his arm, and said coquettishly: "Dad, what are you doing? Why do you want me to be a model?"

Qin Luo smiled, raised the unformed piece of wood in his hand, and said, "Dad is making toys for you."

"Can I make a mini version of Xiao Nuan for you later?"

Qin Xiaonuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Okay, okay, but daddy has to make Xiaonuan look better!"

Qin Luo waved his hand grandly: "That's necessary. Dad will definitely carve my little angel beautifully!"

Qin Xiaonuan was obviously looking forward to hearing this.

He immediately went to bring a small bench over happily and sat down in front of Qin Luo.

A pair of white and tender little hands were placed squarely on her knees, and her cute little face was actually a little serious.

"Dad, I'm ready!"

Qin Luo was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then laughed.

"Hahaha, my little Nuan is so good, let's watch daddy's performance next!"

"Here comes the knife!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carving knife in his hand seemed to come alive, and he began to draw on the wood carving happily.

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