Chuan Weibao's words calmed Mr. Chuan down, and he hurriedly switched to a fatherly smile, gently saying to Chuan Weibao, "Okay, we'll do as you say."
Chuan Weishuang, where others couldn't see, pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. He really wanted to see what was so special about Little River Live.
The family got together, waiting for the live broadcast at 7 o'clock in the evening.
At this time, Fu Yunhe, after resisting all sorts of temptations and mentally slaughtering heaps of Insect Race, finally finished roasting a suckling pig.
Golden brown and crispy, glistening with oil, the roasted suckling pig emitted an enticing aroma.
Fu Yunhe stared at the roasted suckling pig for a long time, then glanced at the clock. It was almost 7 p.m.
Nian Shutong had said, "It's better to be happy together than alone."
He walked towards the small kitchen, casually preparing the live streaming equipment.
