Chapter 29 (1/2)

”Legends neverdie” has achieved great results. XiMenqing is naturally very happy. As long as he enters the top 10, he has money even if he is not the first. What's more, there is the first 100000 yuan. If you get it, tut tut

Ximen Qing thought about it and submitted the draft. Looking at whether it was too salty fish, she thought about it, so she sent another message.

”If this activity can enter the top ten, it will produce a cover song within a week. If it can win the first, it will produce an original song within a week (the song has been written, waiting to be sung).”

After sending this, Simon Qing packed up his things and went home.

She did not expect that after seeing this dynamic, her fans were more excited than expected.

”Are pigeons going to evolve into sows? Qingyi followers! Don't hurry to vote! Don't forget the quality third company!”

Maybe it's the homonym of ID. unconsciously, XiMenqing's fans began to call themselves ”Qingyi followers”, and she became ”godmother”.

……

The next day.

Simon seldom gets up early and makes breakfast for the family.

Once a otaku, she could still make simple rice cakes.

”What's the matter with you?” Song Yunwu asked, staring at her.

”Breakfast, can't you see?” Simon asked with an eyebrow.

Qin Yuyao tried to taste it: ”Alas! It's delicious!”

Little darling ate happily, too.

Song Yun dance is holding up Tucao's desire. ”What asked you? I make complaints about what you are wearing!”

”Hmm?” Simon Qing looked down. ”It's a very ordinary apron. What's the problem? Don't you like the pattern of pig peiba? I'll change the wire ball baby next time.”

”I know it's an apron, but...” Song Yunwu said, ”why do you have nothing but an apron? Who are you showing it to?”

”What's the problem?” Simon Qing looked puzzled. ”My clothes are dirty. I can't wash them. Why should I wear more clothes if I can solve the problem with an apron?”

”Well... To tell you the truth, sister Ximen, it's really inappropriate for you.” Qin Yuyao was also embarrassed to look at her.

Originally, song Yunwu didn't say it was nothing. Now the more she looked, the more she felt that Ximen Qing was so good.

”Oh, anyway, I won't be seen by others at home. It doesn't matter,” Ximen disapproved, and then gathered around Song Yunwu. ”If I remember correctly, today should be the day when the royalties come.”

Song Yunwu looked at her: ”I said how you got up early for the first time and cooked for us. It was for this.”