After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 26

[God give you a fucking spoon, I’ll bet you a hundred durians, that’s not what Li Sanyi wanted to say. 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Li Sanyi's cowardly look is just like me! 】

[I imagine my master with murderous eyes and her useless subordinates. 】

Li Sanyi, who originally wanted to persuade Feng Yin, looked at the comment area of ​​the live broadcast room, sat down silently and thought: You can do it, if you are not afraid, just go ahead!
Feng Yin, who was opposite the camera, happily took the spoon, one spoonful of rice and one spoonful of vegetables, and ate it cleanly.

If she had a tail, it must be wagging constantly.

Unconsciously, the live broadcast room was immersed in Feng Yin's eating and broadcasting, and some even started to pick up their mobile phones and prepare to order takeout.

But looking at the time, it was not even eight o'clock!
Li San turned her cell phone in Feng Yin's direction so that she could see it while eating.

When she had wiped out more than half of the two plates of rice, Feng Yin finally switched from immersive mukbang to interactive mukbang.

"Brother, the netizens are all curious about why your cafeteria serves hard dishes such as braised pork and fish-flavored shredded pork so early."

The elder brother, who was infected by Fengyin and who was equally delicious, explained: "This is our welfare. We have four meals a day, and we can eat whenever we want."

The eldest brother's words made many netizens envious, and some even asked how to get to work in a funeral parlor.

Everyone interacted with each other, and occasionally a few discordant comments were repelled by Feng Yin, neither serious nor serious.

"Eat salty radishes and don't worry. If I eat too little, you say it's a waste. If I eat too much, you say I'm going to vomit later. Why are you relying on lotus root to support your life? Your mind has grown."

While Feng Yin was outputting steadily, she ate up both plates of food. She was preparing to prepare some soup, water, and dessert.

"I don't call it edible, I call it the normal consumption of a manual worker."

"If you don't eat, how will you find the energy to scold you? I'll give you all this."

Feng Yin stood up, carrying a bowl of hot and sour soup and a plate of sweet potato yellow buns as a snack, ready to go back.

"Director Tang—the undertaker's hand was injured!"

A man shouted and ran in from the cafeteria door, sweating profusely and rushed to Uncle Tangtang, who was also Director Tang.

"What are you shouting for? Speak slowly. What's going on?"

At this time, Feng Yin sat down with soup and snacks, listening to the story and eating "dessert".

[This is the first time I have seen such a real dessert after a meal. 】

[The undertaker...is that the one who puts makeup on the dead? 】

[Isn't Feng Yin capable, hurry up. 】

After taking the last mouthful of custard buns, Feng Yin silently raised his hand and shouted, "Brother Tang, do you need an amateur mortician?"

Brother Tang turned his head and kept scrolling through his address book on his phone.

"Feng Yin, not everyone can do this job, and it's not the same as being strong and courageous against a corpse. It... requires skills."

"I know, you should look for it first. If you really have no choice, then consider me as an amateur."

Feng Yin didn't rush, and continued to drink his hot and sour soup, as if drinking tea.

Director Tang of the funeral home made three phone calls, each of which returned disappointed. Everyone was busy, and there was no one who could take over.

Slowly, Brother Tang turned his attention to Feng Yin, who had drank several bowls of soup.

"You really know how?"

"I know a thing or two. The mortician is also called a groomer. According to the damage of the body and the requirements of the family members, he uses special techniques to restore the body to its pre-life state as much as possible."

The professional answer made Director Tang feel a little bit off balance. He turned around and asked, "What is the cause of death?"

"The gas tank exploded."

(End of this chapter)