Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Five The Old Man's Cooked Good Dishes
"Jin Qi!!!"
Marvin Shan roared lowly.
"Hehe, hehe, teacher, you eat, you eat."
Seeing that Ma Wenshan was extremely angry, Jin Qi quickly pretended to be stupid, picked up the chrysanthemum sauerkraut stove meat pot that Ma Wenshan wanted so much, and placed it in front of Ma Wenshan.
Ma Wenshan originally wanted to tell Jin Qi what it meant to respect teachers, but he couldn't help but eat the delicious food first.
"It's delicious. It's obviously pork but it melts in your mouth. The richness of the taste makes my blood boil. Even the old queen mother probably couldn't taste such delicious food in the world."
Ma Wenshan danced and picked up a piece again and put it into his mouth.
When the three young men saw Ma Wenshan eating, their appetites increased and they sped up their movements.
When Jiang Chen saw this scene, he smiled slightly, picked up the tea cup next to him, took a sip, and looked at everyone leisurely.
Lunch ended at a cheerful pace, and after a short break, Director Wang led his team back to the hut.
"Mr. Jiang."
Director Wang nodded and said hello to Jiang Chen,
"Our original plan was to finish the interview in one day and then use a week to edit the film. Now the time in the morning has been completely wasted, so I hope we can speed up the pace in the afternoon."
Director Wang made his request hesitantly.
"Speed up the pace?"
Jiang Chen didn't understand what Director Wang meant.
"Old man, what Director Wang means is that we hope that we can hurry up in the afternoon and try to finish interviewing the remaining treasures in one afternoon. After all, in the video online, 7 pieces of the collection were exposed. If we go by the current progress
, if you do it for half a day, Director Wang and the others will have to disturb you for 3.4 days."
Jin Qi immediately performed his duties as secretary, fearing that Jiang Chen would drive him back to the research institute if he was dissatisfied with Ma Wenshan's words.
"Hmm...Okay, just do as he said and speed up."
Jiang Chen felt uncomfortable when he thought that the cameras at home would be left open for several more days. This feeling of actually filming himself without any prying eyes made Jiang Chen feel uncomfortable.
His spiritual consciousness is useless.
"Okay, since Mr. Jiang agrees, let's speed up the progress. Xiao Chu will tell you the origin of the cultural relics in the afternoon, just ask around."
Ma Wenshan clapped his hands
, holding out his bulging belly, he greeted everyone to start working.
After everyone, Jiang Churan found his mobile phone and didn’t know who threw it on his bed.
"Um...it's okay, it's okay, I'm just too nervous."
Jiang Churan picked up his phone, saw the closed live broadcast room, and patted his chest.
"Did Miss Jiang think I would forget to turn off the live broadcast room?"
Jin Qi immediately guessed why Jiang Churan suddenly screamed and looked at Jiang Churan with a smile.
"You are the only one who is smart!"
Jiang Churan rolled his eyes at Jin Qi and skillfully opened his live broadcast room.
"Good afternoon everyone! The anchor went to have dinner just now and didn't have time to talk to you. I hope you don't mind."
Jiang Churan stuck out his tongue at the live broadcast room. In the morning, he lost control of his emotions and made a big fool of himself in front of friends in the live broadcast room. I hope no one will remember it.
"Hahaha, is the movie queen anchor back? Is the episode going to be filmed this afternoon?"
"I wouldn't have watched this year's Hundred Flowers Awards without you. You are a well-deserved Best Actress. You can cry whenever you want."
"Where's our old actor? Why don't we see him?"
Several black fans immediately jumped out and laughed at Jiang Churan,
Before Jiang Churan could reply, a series of ban prompts flooded the screen in the live broadcast room.
"Xiao Gaigai will give you x100 of confession balloons. P.S.: Don't worry about them, we are here. The Jiangbian platform does not accept all black fans. Sexy house managers ban people online. You can question but you can't be ignorant."
"The fancy sweet and sour fish will give you confession balloons
If you are brave, you can try it out and see if you can type faster or if we block it faster!"
"666, the boss is so irritable. He likes this kind of vigorous and vigorous live broadcast platform. I wonder if you will accept other anchors?"
"Small change: For business cooperation, please send it to Dongzong's email address and don't discuss it in the anchor's live broadcast room."
"All the way to the east: I won't give gifts. I'm a little poor recently. If any anchor is interested in coming to our riverside, just send your personal information to my mailbox. Don't
Let’s talk about it in the live broadcast room.”
"Anchor, what shall we broadcast in the afternoon? I haven't seen enough of "Magu Xian Tan Ji" this morning."
"That's right, anchor. I finally managed to get the calligraphy teacher to watch the live broadcast, but please don't broadcast other things."
In major calligraphy schools in China, several students sit around the teacher, holding mobile phones in front of the teacher.
"Teacher, you must believe me. Really, this anchor broadcast the calligraphy version of "Magu Xian Tan Ji" this morning. It is not an inscription, and even if Yan Zhenqing didn't write it himself, he is still a person with great appearance and body. He is so elegant that he has no friends.
"
"You know the consequences of tricking me into watching funny videos, right?"
"Teacher, it's meaningless for you to say that. There are so many of us, how could we lie to you? It's true. Because our appreciation ability is limited, we asked the teacher to come over and take a look."
The same conversation was repeated in different locations. As more and more cultural relics appeared in Jiang Churan's live broadcast room, the live broadcast room also caught the attention of academic experts from all walks of life, and the level of barrages in the live broadcast room skyrocketed.
"It depends on the situation. Just now the director from the Cultural Relics Bureau wanted Grandpa and the others to speed up the process and try to display the remaining cultural relics in one afternoon. I don't know if there is enough time."
Jiang Churan thought for a moment and replied, and the live broadcast room was filled with grief.
"fool!"
Jin Qi heard Jiang Churan's words from the side and complained mercilessly.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Churan's face darkened, looking like he was about to get angry.
"What do you care about the Cultural Relics Bureau? It's not like I'm asking you to do an exclusive interview. Besides, this is your home, your bedroom. What do you want to photograph? Do you have to look at other people's ideas? As long as the old man doesn't object, you can do whatever you want."
"Teacher, they will definitely talk about some useless things later. What can you do if you take this time to show netizens a second look at "Magu Xian Tan Ji"."
Jin Qi explained, his eyes becoming more and more disgusted.
Jiang Churan's face turned red, he was right.
But just because what Jin Qi said was right, Jiang Churan couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Such a simple thing actually requires Jin Qi to point out,
Doesn't that mean that I, Jiang Churan, am not as smart as Jin Qi?
My uncle is really intolerable, but my aunt is intolerable.