Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

[So are you sure you want to invite your mother over first this time? 】

"Yes, I'm sure." Zhang Ruixuan's hand holding the phone was still hesitant at first, but now he was determined by the system's question.

[Aren’t you afraid of affecting innocent people now? 】

Faced with the system's ridicule, Zhang Ruixuan seized on the information that the former was unwilling to admit and fought back: "If you don't leave the courtyard, you won't die, right?"

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Rui pronounced the sentence, the system said nothing and allowed Zhang Ruixuan to call Zhang's mother to the courtyard in the same way as the second time...

"System, the live broadcast is always on now, right?"

[Okay, this is what your kid has planned. 】

"This time I awakened my mother's memory through a live broadcast. You can't make it right if you don't give me points, right?" After Zhang's mother's memory was successfully awakened again, Zhang Ruixuan began to demand payment from the system.

[The points have arrived, you can exchange them for whatever you want]

"Who are you talking to?" Mother Zhang looked at her son and felt that Zhang Ruixuan was probably crazy because he was talking to himself in the air, "If you are mad, we have to go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible!"

After sitting down with his mother, Zhang Ruixuan didn't care whether her mother could accept such a large amount of information. He just explained the situation in the world and his previous experiences to her mother in detail.

"You mean you've died four times?"

"Yes." He said a lot of words, but he didn't expect that what his mother noticed was this most unnecessary message. Zhang Ruixuan answered helplessly.

Zhang's mother glanced at her son up and down suspiciously, then stretched out her hand to explore the latter's forehead: "You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

[Hahahahaha, your mother doesn’t believe that a loser like you can be the hero of the world]

How could Zhang Ruixuan not know what his mother was suspecting - she would rather wonder if there was something wrong with her brain than believe that she could make any great changes in the world.

"Stop laughing." Zhang Ruixuan felt angry when he heard the system's laughter, "It's business to ask my mother to help me now!"

"So if there is really a system, if you let him come out and talk to me, I will believe that you are not sick now." Seeing her son start talking nonsense to the air again, Zhang's mother really wanted to rush to the hospital immediately.

It was just the experiences that Zhang Ruixuan had just mentioned, as well as the strange "clothes" he was wearing when he came here, that made Zhang's mother know that she should listen to it now and see what evidence Zhang Ruixuan could give to make her believe it.

"System, it's your turn to appear."

【Why should I go? 】

[Now that your father-in-law is not the one who started the live broadcast, don’t you plan to let your father-in-law teach you directly so that I don’t take any money from you? 】

I have to say that mind reading is really a good thing, but this golden finger is not Zhang Ruixuan's, but the system... Thinking about it this way, it seems that mind reading is not a good thing!

Finally, under Zhang Ruixuan's compromise, the system started communication with Zhang's mother.

"So that's the case, no wonder you can become the male protagonist!" Zhang's mother said with a strange tone. She obviously knew the details of the formation of the world, or maybe the system had even told her own identity to Zhang's mother.

Zhang Rui ?”

"Spanking a child will cause trouble. Think about it for yourself, how many bad things you got into when you were a child ended up with me wiping your butt?"

"You also said that you didn't cause this matter yourself? If you weren't so unscrupulous on the Internet, how could such a thing have happened?" "Yes, we didn't have a good relationship with your grandfather later on, and we felt that he had a too bad temper. Stubborn, afraid of affecting your future... Then you should learn from your grandfather's good deeds! You haven't learned a bit, your grandfather..."

Seeing that Zhang's mother was about to start talking non-stop again, Zhang Ruixuan had already turned on the 'left ear in, right ear out' mode in advance. Zhang's mother could see that her son couldn't listen anymore, so she simply switched to business.

"Is the steamer drawer still at home?"

"Yes." Zhang Ruixuan didn't know why his mother asked this. Zhang Ruixuan just thought that he probably had rice dumplings to eat...

"Don't think about eating every day. Yes, it's the Dragon Boat Festival soon, and I want to make rice dumplings for you." Zhang's mother obviously mastered the correct way to complain about Zhang Ruixuan. She said something serious and added a half-sentence, "You Don’t you think these intangible cultural heritage items are useless? Then don’t ask for the Dragon Boat Festival, we won’t even have a holiday, let’s see if you don’t starve to death!”

"It's not that I don't know..."

"I don't know? Is such a big computer just a decoration? Do you know how to play games every day?" Zhang's mother rolled her eyes at her son, "It's not that I haven't played your game, isn't it that "Old Dream" "Three Thousand"? Look at how you cook every day! People in the game even know what intangible cultural heritage is."

Zhang Rui

"Today I will teach you how to steam steamed buns."

"Steamed buns are also intangible cultural heritage?" This is not to blame Zhang Ruixuan. Who knew that such an everyday food could be considered an intangible cultural heritage?

"Besides, steamed buns are so easy to steam, do you still need to teach me?"

"Have you ever heard of flower buns?"

"No."

"Then you are eating for nothing." Mother Zhang said casually without any curse words, "Don't you remember what happened at your grandpa's birthday party?"

"Is that Shou Tao'er?" Zhang Ruixuan frowned. At that time, he thought it was a cake, but at first glance it was made of vegetable cream, and he didn't even take off his chopsticks.

"You don't know those are steamed buns?" Mother Zhang's eyes rolled to the sky. It's okay not to have this son, or else discuss it with the system and let him disappear alone...

[It’s useless for him to disappear. In fact, there are many him in this society. Only if he realizes it can he slowly influence more people to understand]

Obviously only Mother Zhang could hear what the system said. It was impossible for the latter not to really love such a big son, but she was just angry. Having the words "system" comforts me and makes me feel better.

"Come on, I don't expect you to know anything!"

"You need so many things?" Looking at the brushes and paints in front of him, Zhang Ruixuan's eyelids jumped, "Isn't just noodles and water enough?"

Mother Zhang looked at her son's silly look and pushed the material in front of him towards the latter: "Well, didn't you say there's something wrong with steamed buns? I don't ask you to know anything else. You can cook the steamed buns first. Once the dough is ready, I’ll help you with the rest.”

"Ah, isn't it just making noodles?"

"I'm the best at this!"

Zhang's mother sat back in the room to play with Mimi. She heard the sound of boiling water in the kitchen, and the clatter of flour bags and containers as they collided...

But Zhang Ruixuan didn't seem to be in a hurry, minding his own business, with no intention of asking Zhang's mother to help.

①The production technology of flower buns (flower buns, noodle buns) in Shanxi, Shaanxi and other places belongs to the intangible cultural heritage of various provinces, municipalities and autonomous regions. Noodle buns are not of superficial ‘eating’ value, but behind them lies the pursuit of beautiful meanings in Chinese culture. , is also closely related to local eating habits.