Wilderness Livestream: Other People Struggle to Survive While I Became Famous by Looking After a Cat Chapter 263

  Chapter 263 What the little uncle said

  When Song Qingyou was drawing the drawings, Jiang Zhihan didn't pay much attention.

   Now seeing a full ten pictures, all of which are all kinds of dolls, he can't help but look up at Song Qingyou:

"Meow-?"

  'Why are they all dolls? '

  He is a big man, no, he is a male cat for the time being, even playing with a laser pointer is better than playing with a doll, right?

  Song Qingyou: "Don't you like any of them?"

  She clicked on the picture in the middle with a disappointed face.

   "I think this doll will be very beautiful, it's the same color as Squeaky, and there's a pink bow around the neck..."

  Jiang Zhihan: …

   This is clearly the type that only little girls like to play!

   Don't think that he is a cat, so he is easy to fool!

   "What about this one?" Song Qingyou acted like a salesman, and took out the blueprint next to her.

  It is a small green dinosaur with a Christmas hat on its head. The overall color is very fresh, and it looks cute.

  Jiang Zhihan was unmoved.

  These dolls are very suitable as toys for children.

  If they have children in the future, they can make them as children's toys...

   As soon as the flowing thoughts got here, they got stuck.

  Jiang Zhihan froze: What was he thinking just now? Miss the child he had with Qingyou? This is probably too far away...

   At the very least, he still has to wait for Song Qingyou to reach the top of the artist rankings and wait for the "magic" of becoming a cat to expire...

   Jiang Zhihan, who was immersed in his own thoughts, couldn't listen to what Song Qingyou said later.

   When he reacted, he just heard Song Qingyou say in a low voice:

   "...It seems that Zhizhi doesn't like these dolls, so I can only draw a few more."

  Jiang Zhihan quickly stretched out his claws to take a picture of each picture, then raised his head: "Meow~"

  Song Qingyou froze for a moment: "You like them all?"

   "Meow~"

   "That Zhizhi is too greedy, I can't make ten of them for you in a short time, and—"

  Song Qingyou hesitated to speak.

  Jiang Zhihan tilted his head: "Meow?"

  'And what? '

  Song Qingyou stopped talking, but spread out the ten pictures again, "Which one do you like best?"

  Looking at these dolls full of girlish hearts...drawings, Jiang Zhihan resignedly took a picture of the one that Song Qingyou "sold hard" at the beginning.

"Meow-"

  'That's it. '

  Anyway, it is impossible for him to play with this kind of doll, and he has no interest in such gadgets.

  Song Qingyou didn't know what her cat was thinking. She carefully pulled out the drawing from under the cat's claws, and then took a closer look.

   "It won't take long to make it, Zhi Zhi, don't worry."

  Jiang Zhihan:?

  What is he anxious about?

   Even if he was full of questions, Song Qingyou wouldn't answer his questions.

   In the middle of the night, Jiang Zhihan opened the tablet with his claws familiarly.

  After dealing with the work reported by Fang Yan, he asked Fang Yan to buy the material package for making dolls, and then sent it directly to Chen Lan, and asked Chen Lan to find a way to send it to Baicha Village.

   In order to save Qingyou from going to bed, she would have to talk about whether there will be materials for making dolls in the market in the Baicha village.

  The next morning, just after dawn, someone knocked on the door of the hotel.

   It seemed that no one answered the door, and a horn rang through the hotel:

   "Open Sesame."

   "Open the watermelon."

   "Oranges open the door."

   A long list of names of fruits and vegetables, almost endless.

   Tang Zinian, who lives on the first floor and whose room is closest to the door, couldn't take it anymore. With messy hair, he opened the window:

   "Stop yelling! Are you letting people sleep early in the morning?"

   "Director Wei, if you are so insane, be careful that no one will be on your show in the future!"

   Before the voice fell, the sound of the horn stopped suddenly, followed by a sentence:

   "Is this how your village homestay treats guests?"

guest…?

   Tang Zinian, who was in a daze, woke up immediately.

   Then I saw Fu Chen's face outside the window.

   "Fu...Brother Fu?!"

  Tang Zinian had worked with Fu Chen before.

   At that time, Fu Chen had long been famous, but Tang Zinian was unknown. When he was harassed by investors, it was Fu Chen who helped him out.

  So when he saw Fu Chen right now, Tang Zinian woke up instantly, combed his hair a few times, changed his clothes, and ran to open the door.

  Fu Chen is not the only guest here.

  He was followed by Xu Mingrui and He Yuan.

   "Brother Fu, Director Xu, Teacher He, please come in." Tang Zinian stepped aside.

  He Yuan smiled and said, "Not three, but four."

"ah?"

   Tang Zinian looked puzzled, and in the next second, he saw a little boy walking out from behind Xu Mingrui.

   "Ah, there is another kid." Tang Zinian asked, "Is he...?"

   "He is my little nephew, his name is Yiyi."

  Xu Mingrui didn't want to explain too much, so he simply omitted Jiang Yi's surname, and then squeezed the little boy's hand:

   "One by one, call someone quickly."

  Jiang Yi: "Hello, Uncle."

  The corners of Tang Zinian's mouth twitched slightly: "Just call me brother."

   "Brother." Jiang Yi changed his words obediently, and then asked, "I'm here to play with Auntie, where is Auntie?"

   "Auntie is—?" Tang Zinian was at a loss.

  Xu Mingrui replied, "It's Sister You."

   "It turns out that one by one is called uncle and aunt without distinction? I thought he thought I was very old..."

  Xu Mingrui coughed twice, "He also called me uncle."

   "That's right." Tang Zinian had just woken up, and his mind was a little bit stuck. "Director Xu looks like a teenager, and he is also called uncle."

  Hate Xu Mingrui who is said to be too young: "..."

  Fu Chen laughed softly: "Stop standing at the door, and follow us up the mountain one by one. Let him have a rest first."

  Tang Ziyan nodded belatedly, "Yes, you guys come in first to rest."

   A group of people entered the room, and Song Qingyou came down from upstairs.

  Jiang Yi was the first to see her, let go of Xu Mingrui's hand, and trotted over.

   "Good morning sister!"

  The child raised his head, his dark eyes sparkling.

   Tang Zinian was full of doubts: "Sister? Didn't you say it belonged to your aunt just now?"

  Jiang Yi replied without hesitation:

   "My little uncle said, in front of my sister, you can call me sister, but in front of others, you can call me auntie!"

   Moreover, not all aunts are the ones who want to marry Dad, he remembers it very clearly!

  Tang Zinian and the others didn't know who the "little uncle" Jiang Yikou was talking about, so they all looked at Xu Mingrui.

  Xu Mingrui subconsciously looked at Song Qingyou, hoping she could help her to answer, but he just looked over and met the cat in Song Qingyou's arms.

  Xu Mingrui was taken aback, and stopped asking Song Qingyou for help, and just explained dryly:

   "Yiyi likes to call her sister, so in order not to mess up her seniority, let him call them both together."

  Tang Zinian: "The kid should call me Uncle!"

  So impatient, it can be seen that he really doesn't want others to take advantage of him.

   There was a lot of movement downstairs, and several other people who usually didn't get up too early came out of the room one after another after a while.

   No, it's still not suitable for writing this kind of slow synthesis

   I can't write the feeling, and it's very long-winded

   I will finish writing this part as soon as possible

  (end of this chapter)

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