The song is over.

The live broadcast room was quiet for more than two minutes before a barrage suddenly broke out.

"Damn it, what kind of fairy lady is this? Starting from today, I will decisively become a fan!"

"I beg you, a great god, to educate me on this. Is the konghou a folk music in our country?"

"Speaking of which, no one thinks that the song played by the young lady is super nice?"

This person's words immediately received unanimous approval, so everyone started asking for the title of the song.

He Xiaoman directly posted "Dream Wedding" on the public screen.

Maybe someone was curious, so they went to the search engine to search, and found a lot of irrelevant things, even novels, but couldn't find this song.

"Miss, is this a song you made yourself? Oh my god, now I admit that this is really a fairy lady."

He Xiaoman said quickly: "No, no, no, don't get me wrong, this is not composed by me, it is composed by... a senior who cannot be named."

Although her performance was non-commercial and could not be considered an infringement, if someone else's achievements were blamed on her, even if she was the host, He Xiaoman would feel guilty.

During He Xiaoman's performance of the harp, a wave of gifts had already gone out in the live broadcast room. When they learned that they were the first people who were lucky enough to hear the song "Dream Wedding", someone else bought a wave of gifts.

When He Xiaoman finished the broadcast, she discovered that apart from the weird pair of brothers from the Han family, she had actually received more than 700 in rewards.

Until the lobster mm1888 turned off the live broadcast room, Han Mu still kept his philosophical pose with his hand on his chest.

Mrs. Han walked over and hit him with her elbow: "Er smash? Er smash? Wake up, did you let someone tap your acupoints or seduced your soul?"

Han Mu took a deep breath and looked at his mother who seemed to suddenly appear in front of him as if he was just waking up from a dream.

Mrs. Han saw that her son didn't look right, so she asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Han Mu nodded blankly and pointed at his heart: "It hurts a little here."

Mrs. Han was so frightened that she quickly took her son to the hospital without saying a word.

He Xiaoman has made a lot of money recently.

Lobster noodles have completely opened up the market.

Today is the era of information explosion. Pirate versions of He Xiaoman's lobster noodles soon appeared. However, as long as you have eaten the original version and come back to eat the pirated version, the selection and taste of each ingredient is like going from Hua Fei to a certain Xiaobao Jiuyu.

The difference between nine free shipping coffee concubines.

It’s the same dragon whisker noodles. With the original version, you’ll still be chewing after eating the lobster and abalone. But with the pirated version, let’s not talk about the taste. The Kung Fu noodles, which are so good at eating lobster, have become rotten into mud and are indistinguishable from the noodle soup.

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Just like Wanglaobenzhaifang, the number one restaurant in Beijing, which only accepts one table a day, there are some things that are very popular, especially the heart-scratching and secret love that cannot be grabbed, so He Xiaoman has to wait and see.

The lobster noodles are often sold out as soon as the show starts at noon.

Many people suggested that He Xiaoman increase production. Seeing that the supply exceeds demand, even fifty bowls a day are being snatched up.

A bowl of 1888 is all real money. Who thinks money bites your hand?

He Xiaoman then explained it to everyone in the live broadcast room: "Any kind of seafood in the lobster noodles, including pigeon eggs, is guaranteed to be wild. It is really a restriction on the ingredients. I would rather sell less bowls of noodles than use shoddy ones."

The ingredients are misleading consumers. Please forgive me for my stubbornness in choosing the right ingredients, so I only sell ten bowls every day."

He Xiaoman's heart was bleeding.

If possible, I would also like to sell more points. Anyway, my family's blast does not burn oil. The matrix source crystal spirit liquid not only provides energy and power to blast, but also cured this guy's chronic illness. He Xiaoman will never hear of leaving again.

The weird sound of the old record is quite nostalgic.

Hayate: "We can provide daily wake-up service for free with the midnight alarm of the extended version of the old man carrying a lantern BGM from the opening of Liaozhai."

He Xiaoman: "I was wrong."

He Xiaoman's impassioned statement once again gained popularity, and the number of fans soared. By the time the final exam was about to take place, he was already a small fan with more than 30,000 fans.

After this period of accumulation, the deposit on He Xiaoman's bank card has approached the seven-digit mark. Not to mention the additional family conditions, she is considered a wealthy woman among her peers.

After school on this day, He Xiaoman was preparing to go back to her dormitory on time to live broadcast the harp playing as usual, when a person unexpectedly came out and stopped her.

He is one of the four big lickers who dismantled the second generation Zheng Kai and Xie Lingyue.

"My family will hold a birthday party for me at the end of the month. You can come too."

A tone of kindness, a look of reluctance.

"I'm not going." He Xiaoman said coldly.

Zheng Kai was stunned, as if he didn't expect that this fake would dare to reject him.

His face covered with pimples suddenly turned red: "You don't know how to show appreciation. Your parents are poor working people. Are you willing to be invited by the young master?"

"I know you don't want to invite me, so I consciously refuse to cooperate. Why are you still angry when I understand current affairs like this?"

Xie Lingyue's group of besties quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Brother Kai is such a person. In fact, he really wants you to go, but he is embarrassed to say it."

"That's right, he just talks about being upright. In fact, everyone really wants to be friends with you. All the classmates with high status will go that day, including Han Qing."

Xie Lingyue also came over to hold He Xiaoman's arm affectionately: "Xiaoyuan, let's go, let's go together. Now I'm either reviewing books or doing questions every day, and I'm almost bored to death. It's rare to relax for the last time before an exam, let's go, okay?

good?"

Han Qing, who was worried that He Xiaoman would suffer a loss, also nodded. She had indeed received the invitation letter.

The so-called "high status" refers to the group of children in the class who are either rich or noble. The academic circle and the plutocratic circle usually operate separately and are clearly distinguished.

Of course, there are some exceptions, such as those who want to help the family recruit talents in advance, or ordinary people like Hou Yiyi who want to enter the society of rich people.

How could He Xiaoman not tell that these guys who were always eager to step on her face when they saw her didn't have any good intentions?

So of course I have to agree to come down and play with them. Otherwise, in addition to reviewing books every day, I would also do homework. Wouldn’t it be boring?

Several people exchanged tacit glances with each other, and there would be a good show to watch.

It was the end of the month in a blink of an eye, and Zheng Kai's birthday party was scheduled for six o'clock in the evening, and the address was the Zheng family's villa.

When He Xiaoman arrived, there were already people swaying inside, with fragrant clothes and clouds of congratulatory guests. It really looked like a grand birthday party.

Although there are no clear dress requirements for semi-formal Western-style banquets, most people wear formal attire.
Chapter completed!