After changing the agent, the top streamer loves to tease him

Chapter 86 Thank You Teacher Yu
"Cough...cough cough...something is burning!!"

The cooking smoke stirred by the broken wind drifted into the main house through the gap, choking Yu Jicheng who happened to come downstairs.He hurried into the kitchen to take a look.

Excuse me!Is this frying the stove?
There was smoke everywhere, and the originally clean stove was covered with splashes of firewood ash.

"Ah Ji! Cough...you are coughing...what are you doing?"

"Teacher Yu?"

Shen Jiyao poked his head out from the lingering smoke, his eyes were red from the smoke, raised his hand to sweep the smoke around, and said in embarrassment: "...Did you get smoked, I'm sorry."

While talking, he didn't forget to fan the fire again, for fear that the flame that was finally lit would be extinguished.
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"No, I really want to laugh."
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"Why is he still a little cute! I thought he was a cool boy when he saw his seriousness, but who knew he was a silly boy."
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"The fire is lit, I just want to know what he used to practice calligraphy?"
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"Ha ha ha ha…"

"It's okay, it's okay, I thought something was on fire." Yu Jicheng was also smoked to the point of saline, and quickly opened the windows one by one to let the smoke out, and joked with a smile: "You see, the stove looks like it was broken by something. Are you hungry and ready to cook?"

Shen Jiyao was slightly embarrassed when he heard the words, and seeing that the fire had stabilized, he went to the sink to get a rag and wet it with water, and wiped the ashes-covered stove with his hands and feet.

Then he said: "Ms. Xia went for a morning jog. I have nothing to do, so I thought about doing something. Help cook some porridge..."

"I can't make a fire in the end, right?" Yu Jicheng interrupted him, and said with a smile: "I didn't know how to make this firewood stove at first, after all, there are too few people who use this kind of stove these days. Later, Teacher Xia taught me that if you want to start a fire, you have to build a hollow frame for the fire first, and then put fine firewood in the empty space, and then let the fine firewood light the big firewood. Although you started the fire in a hurry, there is nothing wrong with it, except that you can't stuff so much firewood in the first place."

As he said, he leaned over and pulled out a few sticks from the stove, fiddled with them a few more times, and folded the firewood inside together.

Sure enough, the fire raged all of a sudden, and it was no longer in a weak state that would go out at any time.

Shen Jiyao watched carefully from the side, and suddenly felt a sudden, his eyes that were still slightly red were shining brightly.

Yu Jicheng glanced at it, and thought it was cute and funny: "You are young, so it's normal for you not to understand these things. Let me cook the porridge, and you can go outside for a while."

Shen Jiyao shook his head: "You rest, Mr. Yu, I can cook porridge."

"Oh?" Although Yu Jicheng was a little skeptical, he still showed enough respect and trust on the surface: "Then you are cooking, and I will wash up."

He nodded: "OK."

After all, I found a pot brush, washed the pot with water, and then directly washed the rice in the pot and added water to the stove. When I was done, I didn't forget to stir the bottom of the pot.
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"Don't tell me, you really know how to cook, and you know how to keep the rice from sticking to the pan."
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"No way, do you have to brag about cooking porridge? My five-year-old nephew can cook it well!"
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"Five years old?? Don't believe it, unless you cook it for me! It's not disrespect, but I don't want to admit that I'm a waste. Yes, I'm 23 and can't cook. (Smile)"
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"Ditto..."

Porridge is suitable for slow cooking.

Because he couldn't control the temperature of the stove fire, Shen Jiyao deliberately added more water, then went to a firewood, and then left the kitchen, planning to come back later.

After going out, I was not idle, and went back to the room to find out the rice paper calligraphy practice book and a question book that netizens were concerned about.
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"Hey, I dare say that rice paper is plentiful, no wonder you burn it as soon as you say it, without any hesitation!"
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"...Ahem, in fact, his calligraphy practice books, including the paper, are all bought by fans. There are dozens of copies in total. There is indeed no shortage of rice paper."
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"Burning the ones sent by fans? This kind of people will continue to like them even if they are brainless fans!"
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"It's really a show to the extreme. How can anyone write and write questions in a variety show? It's ridiculous."
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"Tsk, why is there such a dog barking sound all the time? If you don't like it, don't look at it, can you?"
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"Is it difficult to admit that others are good?"

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Shen Jiyao's handwriting practice books were indeed from fans. At that time, apart from his personal signature, which Wen Jinjun specially asked Yi Chuan to find someone to customize and ask for practice, the handwriting practice of Chunchun was forced to work.

It's just that the fans gave them all away, and he also had to practice left and right, so he used them book by book.

Counting down, several volumes of rice paper have been consumed up to now.Of course, not including the little stack that was just burned.

"Hey, your practice of this character is quite effective!" Yu Jicheng saw him practicing in the yard when he came out of the house after washing up. When he took a closer look, he really improved a lot compared to half a year ago.

Not to mention that the pen is a dragon and a snake, at least it is written down neatly and neatly.

Following his voice, the camera zooms in on Shen Jiyao's pen, which is really neat.
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"!! Yaoyao has really improved a lot!"
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"He's really obedient, woohoo, I'm crying to death..."

Yu Jicheng sat down beside him and asked, "Have you really spared time to practice every day for more than half a year?"

"En." Shen Jiyao wrote a word before saying: "My manager said that calligraphy practice cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will be in vain."

That's why he brought the copybook here.

"That's true. But your agent is really strict. Normally, you rarely ask for these things."

strict?

Shen Jiyao was taken aback by this slightly unfamiliar vocabulary, and then shook his head seriously: "She's not strict."

On the contrary, she is better than anyone else.

"My education level is low, and my handwriting is not good-looking. Her urging is to save me from being criticized. Originally, she didn't have to do this. The consequence is at most that I myself will be scolded. It has no effect on her."

Yu Jicheng: "I remember you went to country H to be a trainee to learn dance at a young age, right?"

He nodded.

Yu Jicheng smiled: "Although I very much support you to continue studying, you still have to correct your thinking. Sometimes paper diplomas can't represent everything. The meaning of endless learning and endless learning has never just referred to written culture. Just because you don't have the opportunity to better verify your cultural level, it doesn't mean you don't have culture. There are many paths in life. The obstacles on each path are different, and everyone's choices are different. But you chose a path that is far more difficult than ordinary people, and it is very stable. Great! Don't deny yourself because of some trumped-up attacks, okay?"

Shen Jiyao was stunned suddenly.

In fact, he had heard a lot of praises along the way, even Wen Jinjun would praise him occasionally, but it was the first time for Yu Jicheng to comfort him so gently.

Inexplicably very warm.

Just like the hand he stretched out towards him on the extreme snowboarding field.

"Thank you, Teacher Yu."

Shen Jiyao said sincerely with a smile.
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"Made, why do I feel like crying..."

　I'm still writing and writing... It's really painful for social animals to work overtime on weekends and code words. I really want to lie down but I don't want to be a puppy.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)