A Mouthful of Sky-high Fried Rice, Lao Tang Apprenticed on the Spot

Li Yi made a joke, and looked at the barrage of laughter and laughter from the audience, and then smiled and said: "Although our show has come to an end, we still have a long way to go, and we will still have the opportunity to meet in the future."

"right."

Huang Xiaoming nodded in agreement: "Even if the show is over, we will still be friends. If I have time, I will come and have a meal with you, okay?"

He said, smiled and patted Li Yi's arm and asked.

"No problem, I'll give you the right to eat forever."

Li Yi said with a smile, patted Huang Xiaoming's back, and pressed Liu Yifei's head beside him.

Liu Yifei narrowed her eyes and smiled happily.

Li Yi let go, stretched out her shoulder, and hit Wu Lei's shoulder.

"hiss!"

Wu Lei's eyes twitched and he took a breath.

Today he did nothing all day long. He kept spinning the pork belly around the soup pot, and his arms were cramped.

"Can I bring my family with me?"

Zhao Jinmai raised his hand and asked, then smiled and stuck out his tongue.

"Yes, but you have to bring your own ingredients."

Li Yi made a joke before continuing to the camera: "If you haven't followed my video account yet, you can follow it. I will live broadcast from time to time and post some cooking and daily videos. You can see it on the short video platform. "

Li Yi was the only one who could attract traffic in the show, but everyone had no objections.

During the recording process of each previous program, Li Yi's live broadcast was also started simultaneously.

In the past three months, his number of fans has exceeded 40 million.

And just after he finished saying this, his number of fans officially exceeded 50 million.

"Following it and looking forward to the follow-up."

"Take more videos, and I'll give you three consecutive shots with one click."

"Haha! I am a long-time fan of Brother Yi. I started following him when he had less than 10 million followers."

"How dare you say that you are an old fan if you have millions of followers? I followed Brother Yi when he was selling fried rice on the street."

"It seems like it's really coming to an end. I've been watching it for a few months and I really can't bear to let it go."

"When will we meet again?"

Seeing someone making jokes in the live broadcast room, Li Yi smiled and glanced at Zhou Xingchi at the dining table behind him, then smiled at the camera and said, "Next year when the flowers bloom, it will be time for us to meet again."

After hearing his words, Zhou Xingchi also looked over and smiled.

This is a line he used in "Nine Levels of Sesame Official", so he is naturally familiar with it.

After making a joke, Li Yi looked at Huang Xiaoming with a smile and asked, "Is that okay?"

"Um."

Huang Xiaoming looked at the barrage flying on the screen, thought for a moment, then rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "It feels a little dry to end like this..."

"What happened?"

Zhao Jinmai on the side asked.

Huang Xiaoming did not answer, but there was a melodious sound of morin fiddle coming from behind Chang Ji.

Li Yi and others looked back, and the cameras of each camera crew also turned to Chang Ji.

The sound of the matouqin came from the hands of Tenggol. He sat behind the dining table, put the matouqin on his lap, and played the melodious sound of the instrument.

Next door, Linghua spoke with a smile, and a burst of singing that seemed to come from Tengger instantly brought everyone to the grassland.

It is a long tune of the Mongolian people, desolate but full of vitality.

When Linghua's long tune dissipated, Daolang suddenly spoke, and his rough voice took over the melody, leading everyone from the grassland to the Gobi.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.

"What is this for?"

"What's going on?"

The audience in the live broadcast room was confused, but the guests on the scene were not surprised at all. They just smiled and looked at the singing and playing people.

Suddenly, Zheng Jun's singing voice joined in.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends~!"

After the lyrics came out, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately understood and everyone became excited.

This song is one of Zheng Jun's masterpieces and has been heard by many audiences.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends~!"

Zheng Jun sang again.

This time, Duan Yihong and Chen Jianbing also sang together.

At this time, Zheng Jun picked up the guitar and joined in with the rhythm, which immediately made the atmosphere cheerful.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends~!"

The singing started again, this time with all the guests singing together.

In the live broadcast room, the audience began to join in one after another, scrolling together.

The director typed the lyrics in the live broadcast, and countless viewers also sent voice notes in the comment area and sang along.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends~!"

"Next time we will meet again!"

These are modified lyrics, which change the sadness and helplessness in the original lyrics and turn them into a joyful farewell song.

"Hey! Hey~!"

With a roar, Elken's guitar joined in, and the increasingly cheerful flamenco guitar brought the joyful atmosphere to a higher level.

Seeing this, Reba stood up directly, took small steps, raised his hands, spun quickly, and moved lightly to the center of the performance area.

The dynamic flamenco was paired with the dance of Uighur girls, and the joy of the atmosphere suddenly reached its extreme.

The guests at the scene also jumped up. Although they were not very professional, they just moved their necks, but they still had fun.

In the midst of the joy, Huang Xiaoming pulled over the camera, hugged Li Yi and Wu Lei, and shouted at the camera: "Viewers, the recording of this season is over here. See you next season!"

"See you next season!"

Liu Yifei and Zhao Jinmai held hands and waved goodbye to the camera with smiles on their faces.

Snapped!

The device that had been prepared above the head was opened, and petals fell, as if there was a rain of petals on the scene.

Along with the petals filling the sky, the audience in the live broadcast room also sent out barrages to say goodbye.

"There is no such thing as a feast that lasts forever. See you next season!"

"Let's film the next season as soon as possible! We're waiting for dinner!"

"Bye! Don't forget to post on your blog when you get back."

“See you next season!”

Behind the monitor, the director directed the camera crew: "Start from camera No. 24, take a close-up, cut, and cut again, OK, camera No. 1 will give you a big panorama, cut the drone, go up, zoom out, OK! Click! Perfect. !”

The live broadcast screen stopped at the distant view video of the drone overlooking the ground below, and the broadcasting station also cut off the live broadcast signal.

Looking at the farewell messages that were still playing in the darkened live broadcast room, Wang Tian sighed sadly, then stood up and smiled at the staff of the program team: "Okay, it's finished, thank you all for your hard work!"

When the on-site staff heard this, they showed no signs of happiness. They just found a place to sit or lie down, stretched and yawned without any hesitation.

Now everyone doesn't want to do anything but just have a good rest.

The guests were still dancing happily, and it was not until Elken ended the performance with a beautiful strum that everyone stopped with unfinished content.

"Is the recording finished now?"

At this time, everyone realized that the live broadcast had ended.

"Congratulations on finishing!"

"The ending is complete!"

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Everyone clapped and thanked the staff.

"It's finished..."

Huang Xiaoming looked back at the night restaurant with a sigh in his voice.

After leaving today, this restaurant will also be demolished.

Next time they come in, it will be as tourists.

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