Song Tan Jishi

"Tan Tan," Song Sancheng stared at the phone:

"Are you going to let Qiao Qiao go online...what on the Internet, live streaming? It seems to be quite popular now."

"The last time your mother used Douyin, she even spent 19 yuan on a pair of pants. People said that these pants are really good, selling tens of thousands of pairs a day..."

Song Tan was helpless: "I have this plan, but I didn't plan to sell honey when I came up."

At a thousand dollars a catty, she won't get anything but the crowd's ridicule.

Besides, it is very hurtful to bring goods as soon as the live broadcast is hot. She's fine, but Qiao Qiao is a fool, so he didn't intend to let him be scolded by others on the Internet.

She picked up the two baskets of bamboo shoots she dug up: "Dad, keep busy, I'll go back and turn off the live broadcast first."

She carried the basket and left, while Song Sancheng and Zhang Yanping were still huddled together to watch the live broadcast. Seeing the king eating those broken honeycombs like jelly beans one bite at a time, the two elders became more and more greedy...

And at this moment, a high-pitched "quack quack quack" came from the live broadcast room!

The sound came from far to near, and soon a big white goose with a long yellow hat and a long neck stretched out from behind the king.

Zhang Yanping shrank his neck subconsciously: "Uncle, why do I feel that Dabai has grown up again?"

Song Sancheng took a closer look: "It's really big - and fat!"

I saw the boss with the big white goose mouth open, and the voice became louder and louder. At this moment, he couldn't wait to bow his head to Qiao Qiao's hands, making Qiao Qiao flustered:

"Dabai, do you want to eat it too? I told you last time that you can't eat any more - okay, okay, you can only eat a little bit."

He was obviously quite unprincipled, and now he took out a piece of honeycomb from the basin, and then, one person, one dog, one goose, you took a bite, I took a bite, and the food became even sweeter.

[Good guy! 】

Someone in the live broadcast room exclaimed: [Putting Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right, eating pure natural honey, this is the life of a fairy. 】

【Having been doing it for a long time is eating and broadcasting】

【Obviously watching people eat can no longer stimulate my appetite, I have to watch dogs and geese...】

[I think, this honey dog ​​and goose are both greedy, so it must be very good. 】

[Sell it, this honey looks really good, the anchor, you should use the link]

[Stop scrolling, the anchor has a mental retardation and can't understand this at all. 】

[Who knows whether mental retardation is true or not, they didn't say a word]

[Only I found out that the goose is so big that it can't be stewed in a pot. 】

The barrage was messed up, making Zhang Yanping upset and irritable.

At this time, Song Tanqing's lingling voice also appeared in the live broadcast room: "Qiao Qiao, go home after work."

Qiao Qiao responded instantly, and then hurriedly put half of the remaining hives, dogs and geese on one side, and then walked down the mountain with a bucket and a basin in his arms.

[Hey hey, anchor, you forgot your phone——]

After a while, everyone only saw a pair of slender snow jade-like hands reaching out, and then, the live broadcast room instantly went dark.

Got it.

Old users who followed the last live broadcast know that this anchor is always caught off guard!

But I don't know why, but there is that kind of magic that attracts people to watch it all the time.

And there are so many things raised in this family, before it was a big bee, this time it was a big dog and a big white goose - why is this thing so good? Have you grown into such a big man after eating?

Especially the bee last time, ouch, anyone with a round butt can apply for Guinness. The viewers have never seen such a fat person in their life!

Song Tan didn't understand the craze on the Internet. She was only glad that everyone thought Qiao Qiao was wrong about the price of honey, and she didn't intend to post the link.

There was also less scolding of Jojo.

At this moment, she put the phone back into her pocket, and then asked Jojo:

"Didn't you steal honey on the mountain?"

Qiao Qiao straightened her chest, confidently:

"No!"

What you eat is honeycomb and has nothing to do with honey.

Song Tan glanced at him: "Little clever ghost, don't feed Dawang and Dabai so many sweets next time. Dabai will get fatter if he eats too much, and Dawang will have diarrhea if he eats too much."

Qiao Qiao shrank again in an instant: "I only ate a little bit."

Song Tan snorted: Is that a little bit?

The one as big as a slap, Qiao Qiao and the king were separated, and later there was another one the size of a slap, the king understands that the three of you are divided.

"Besides," Qiao Qiao felt aggrieved, "Your Majesty is so big, does he eat too much honey?"

Song Tan: ...

Little clever ghost, with the physique of the king, you don't feel like eating too much, do you?

Qiao Qiao still has a hundred thousand reasons: "What about Dabai? Will Dabai have diarrhea after eating it?"

Song Tan pondered for a moment, and then said seriously: "Dabai eats it...it will probably taste better."

...

at the same time.

imperial capital.

Wanhe Garden.

As soon as Fengfeng Express' brother left, Lu Chuan closed the door and opened the small box in his arms.

In the small and scattered entrance garden behind, the dark green velvet leaves of the black gold philodendron have been adjusted in direction.

The pale green primrose below is about to bloom.

Deep purple gloxinia huddled around the edge of the window, bursting into blossoms in the centre.

What lingers in the air is the scent of tea leaves, which makes people feel soothed and brightened—in just one day in the past, Lu Chuan easily changed his preference for many years.

He gave up Fenghuang Dancong and fell in love with this unknown green tea instead.

The only worry is that this green tea must not be drunk in the bedroom, nor should it be drunk at night, otherwise the fragrance of the tea will remain, and you will be tossed and turned overnight——

The 10,000 words he wrote after staying up all night last night are the achievements of this green tea.

But now, just after he couldn't resist the temptation to make another cup of green tea, the courier came to his door again.

This time, he carefully read the address and name on the courier slip, and the hidden number in the middle.

Song Tan.

He remembered the name carefully again.

His knuckle-like fingers gripped the sharp utility knife, and the iron-gray blade cut through the tape of the packing box, which also aroused a sense of anticipation in his heart——

Is this the honey mentioned earlier?

The two jars of honey wrapped tightly by the airbag column are not big, and he can hold one jar with one palm.

However, the shepherd's purse that I ate before, the milk vetch that was kept fresh in the refrigerator, and the tea brewed in the cup... all of them are warning Lu Chuan:

This honey must be the best in the world.

He slightly lifted the ordinary hexagonal glass jar with a transparent black lid, and through the transparent material, he looked at the milky yellow honey that had begun to crystallize inside...

The light from the windows of the north balcony of the entrance garden is not too strong. But his sideways posture in the light and shadow is like a green bamboo in the forest, tall and tall, with its own rhythm.

At the raised wrist, the silk pajamas slipped down, pausing at the burn scar on the elbow, but it seemed that the wrist was as cold as jade, with a fragile and thrilling beauty.

However, the slightly protruding radius bone and the muscle lines of the arm that have not completely disappeared still show his strength.

After all, it was these hands that supported the ground at the most dangerous time, and even if the flames from the explosion swept across, they still firmly protected Song Tan.