MTL - Serve as Contrast Team in a ‘Dad with Baby’ Show-Chapter 11 Looking at the 'father' stone

After Lin Cheng went out, Lin Momo came to the dangerous window and watched Lin Cheng walk out of the community through the glass.

Until Lin Cheng's figure disappeared. Lin Momo didn't move, she still lay quietly by the window.

This scene was transmitted to the live broadcast room.

[It's too pitiful for my daughter to look like this. 】

[Yeah, Dad is out, so it's too boring for my daughter to stay at home like this. 】

[Can't do anything, and have nothing to play. 】

【Father is gone, why is she still standing. 】

【Is this kid planning to wait for his father to come back? 】

…

The audience in the live broadcast room obviously misunderstood Lin Momo.

She was lying by the window not to look at Lin Cheng, but to see where there were still drinks bottles to pick up.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room saw Lin Momo move.

Just when everyone thought that Lin Momo was finally going to leave by the window, they saw that Lin Momo just changed his posture and continued to lie by the window in a daze.

【Still standing? 】

[It feels like it's almost becoming a 'Watching Father Stone'. 】

[It looks like my cat. 】

【My cat doesn’t love me so much. Whether I’m at home or not, its attitude towards me is the same. 】

【Haha, so is my family. 】

…

The topics in the barrage area gradually drifted away.

Seeing this, Wang Xi and Zhou Qi in front of the computer were a little worried.

"Brother Chen Yu, what should I do if I got off topic? Do you want to find a way to bring the topic back?" Wang Xi asked.

"Or shall we go to the barrage area to warm up?" Zhou Qi also asked.

Chen Yu waved his hand: "No need for now."

After a pause, Chen Yu said again: "The data and popularity are online."

From the data point of view, although the topic of this paragraph has gone off track, the popularity of the live broadcast room has not decreased because of this, and the number of bullet screens has more than doubled compared to before.

—

Lin Momo lay by the window for an hour, and the audience watched it in the live broadcast room for an hour.

From time to time, a few comments can be seen floating on the barrage.

[1 hour later...]

[Woc! Before I knew it, it was really an hour. 】

[This kid is stupid. 】

[I'm also stupid, I actually stared at the live broadcast for an hour. 】

[Fuck, me too, if she didn't blink occasionally, I would have thought it was my network card, haha. 】

[Touching fish, look at this just right. 】

[You don't want to watch this picture all day, do you? 】

[Come on, let's see who can survive who. 】

Just when the audience began to bet on how long Lin Momo would stand, Lin Momo finally moved in the picture.

—She searched the small yard downstairs, but found no more bottles, and no one threw them.

Lin Momo felt quite regretful.

Unfortunately, without the key, she couldn't go too far.

Lin Momo backed away from the window.

[Moved, moved, finally moved! 】

【What is she doing? 】

Seeing Lin Momo rummaging through the room, the audience raised questions.

【Too boring, ready to start 'demolition house'? ] Someone guessed.

As soon as the barrage passed by, Lin Momo found a basin and two old dishcloths from a pile of sundries nearby.

[Is she going to clean up? 】

【impossible. 】

[What can such a small child do. 】

[Could it be that it was taught in advance, and you plan to make a sensible child's personality? 】

[If this is the case, it would be disgusting. 】

[To be honest, I don't like this kind of character design. 】

【Too disgusting. 】

…

There are more and more voices of doubt in the barrage area.

Fortunately, Lin Momo here couldn't see the barrage and was not affected.

Lin Momo took a basin and fetched a basin of clean water from outside the house. First, she used some of the cleaner rags to wipe down the 'bed' where Lin Cheng and herself slept together, and cleaned the 'furniture' and supplies they were going to use. wipe clean.

For the remaining dirty water, Lin Momo changed a towel and began to wipe the table legs and the floor.

From small to large, from top to bottom.

Back and forth, Lin Momo changed several basins of water.

The serious and quick appearance doesn't look like a show at all.

This also caused some changes in the views of the people in the live broadcast room:

[She is really cleaning carefully. 】

[It's not like pretending. 】

[I also think that if it is acting, there is no need to do this at all. 】

For most of the day, although Lin Momo's speed was not fast, after her cleaning, the whole house was becoming clean at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Woooo, my daughter is so good. 】

[Children of other people's families. 】

…

Here, Lin Momo poured out the last pot of dirty water, and threw some garbage downstairs.

When passing by the first floor, several old ladies were chatting in the small yard of the 103 family.

Seeing Lin Momo walking by the yard, several old ladies all took a look at her.

"Is this the kid who came to our place to shoot a TV show?" One of the old ladies approached the others and asked.

"It seems to be, I heard that it is a child of some celebrity family." One person replied.

The other person also nodded, and echoed: "Yes, it's her. I saw their adults this morning."

"Really? Which star is it?"

The person who spoke in front shook his head: "I don't know him, but he looks pretty good, probably not a famous star."

Several people were discussing in low voices.

The announcement that the program crew would start filming here for a week had been posted in advance, but it was not a big deal, and not many famous people came here. As residents here, everyone didn't care much.

"Now anyone can become a star just by packaging it, who knows." One of the old ladies muttered.

The person next to him also lowered his voice, and said, "And I don't think that child looks like a star's child at all."

"That's right, it looks just like our grandson."

"It's not as good as my grandson's dress."

A few people were muttering in low voices, but they saw Lin Momo stop when she passed by the gate of the small courtyard after throwing away the trash.

One of the old ladies quickly grabbed the old lady who was talking.

"Shh, stop talking, the human child is here."

"We'll talk about it later when she's gone."

Since he thought that Lin Momo would leave immediately, Lin Momo stood motionless at the entrance of the small courtyard as if he was frozen.

"Why hasn't the kid left yet?"

"Could it be that she heard what we said just now?"

"It's not you, so why not say that she is not as good-looking as your grandson."

"Didn't you say it too?"

Several old ladies pushed each other, and saw Lin Momo walking straight towards them.

Looking at the children who came in front of them, the old ladies smiled awkwardly.

"Where's the trash?"

"Yes." Lin Momo nodded.

"Where are your adults?"

"Go to work and earn money."

"That's it."

"There are candies and melon seeds here, grab some and eat them." As if wanting to ease the embarrassment of talking badly behind someone just now, one of the old ladies took a plate of candy melon seeds in front of her, walked to the gate of the courtyard and handed it to Lin Momo .

Lin Momo whispered "Thank you", but shook her head again, and said, "No need."

"Grandma, may I ask if the pile of bottles and cardboard boxes beside the fence belong to your family?" Lin Momo asked the other party after hesitating for two seconds.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang was taken aback for a moment, but she still replied: "Yes."

"Aren't you going to sell it?"

Lin Momo didn't hear the conversations of the old ladies. When she stopped, she just stared at the pile of waste products at the door.

"It was originally intended to be sold. Didn't the scrap yard in front of me move away? I have bad legs and feet, so I kept it there."

Lin Momo's eyes lit up.

"Then do you need to find someone to help you sell it?"

Hearing Lin Momo's words, Mrs. Zhang was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can help you take these to a scrap yard farther away and sell them. You only need to pay me 30 cents per catty." Lin Momo said.

The pile of waste outside the gate of Mrs. Zhang's courtyard weighs at least sixty to seventy catties, and it can't even be pulled out in one go.

The price of waste collected by waste stations farther away will be 3 to 5 cents higher than those near residential areas. In this way, if Lin Momo sells these together, Mrs. Zhang will not suffer a loss, and she can earn four more at a time. five yuan.

Mrs. Zhang understood what Lin Momo said, but she couldn't believe it.

——It was the first time I heard that the children of Xingxing’s family were going to sell scraps.

"Are you really going to sell these?" Mrs. Zhang asked again with a strange expression on her face.

At this time, the audience who were watching the live broadcast were also shocked.

[No way, are you going to sell bottles? ! 】

[How did she think of it as a child? 】

【So, she didn't hide those bottles and jars before to sell them! 】

[Could it be the script of the program group? 】

[The program team shouldn't be like this. 】

There was a heated discussion in the live broadcast room. Here, Lin Momo nodded and explained to the other party in a low voice: "Our family is a little poor this week, and the living expenses may not be enough to eat..."

Lin Momo's explanation seemed to be half-understood by the old ladies, but judging by the seriousness of the child's face, it didn't seem like he was lying.

"Hey, what money is not money?" Mrs. Zhang waved her hand, and said again: "That pile of things is free of money. Some small shops and fruit stands don't want it, so just throw it there. If you want to sell it, just take it away. That's fine, whatever you buy is yours, don't give it to me."

Lin Momo shook her head and insisted, "We have to divide."

Seeing Lin Momo's stubborn appearance, Mrs. Zhang stopped talking, smiled, and said, "All right, when do you want to take these away?"

"Just these two days."

"Okay, you can just take whatever you want." Mrs. Zhang smiled.

"Thank you." After negotiating with Mrs. Zhang, Lin Momo was ready to go upstairs.

"Come and sit in the yard for a while." Mrs. Zhang invited.

"No, I haven't locked the door yet." Lin Momo refused.

"That's okay, grab some sugar, melon seeds and peanuts and eat them." Old lady Zhang once again brought the plate in her hand to Lin Momo.

This time, Lin Momo didn't refuse again, grabbed a few candies from inside, said 'thank you' again, and left.

—

On the other side, Lin Cheng accurately found the Lanchang Street LPG distribution station according to the address marked on the prompt.

The head of the distribution station is a middle-aged man in his fifties.

Seeing Lin Chenglai's report, the other party didn't talk nonsense, and directly introduced him to his next job.

"Our job content is to distribute canned liquefied petroleum gas, and the salary is divided into two parts: guaranteed salary and additional distribution fee."

"Let me talk about the guaranteed part first," the webmaster paused, and then said: "The guaranteed salary is 60 yuan a day, and you need to complete the delivery of 30 reserved orders every day. If you can't complete it, then this part of the salary will be gone. "

"Delivery fee income is calculated by piece. You can get 3 yuan for every can of liquefied gas you send, and you can get as much as you send. If you directly deliver 5 cans a day, it is only 15 yuan. If you can deliver Baidan, I will still settle the income with you."

"You can use the battery car at the distribution station, but you must return it to the station before 9:00 pm, and you have to register for a few tanks of gas..."

"Did you understand what I said?" asked the station master.

Lin Cheng nodded, but sneered in his heart: If calculated by completing 30 orders, his daily income would be 150, and 4 days would be 600, just enough to pay off the 'debt' of the program group.

The program team is really good at counting.

At this time, the webmaster handed another list to Lin Cheng: "In addition, here are the scheduled orders for this week. They have been arranged according to the schedule from Tuesday to Friday. There are 30 orders per day. You can take a look."

After receiving the task list, Lin Cheng took a quick look at it. The regional distribution of the entire order was not very regular. It is not an exaggeration to say: almost all corners of the city.

Don't think about it, this should be the 'credit' of the program group again.

Lin Cheng's expression darkened.

The station master coughed dryly twice, and said again: "If there is no problem, you can start working."

Lin Cheng remained sullen.

At this time, not only the stationmaster was a little nervous, but even Chen Yu, who was outside the screen and in front of the computer, was sweating for Lin Cheng, for fear that Lin Cheng would directly say "no" to this "special care" task list. ".

Fortunately, Lin Cheng finally nodded expressionlessly.