In Tongfu Inn, Yan Ming and everyone sat around a long table with an elm and willow table.
Bai Zhantang: "Have you heard that the author is going to be on the shelves!"
Lu Xiucai: "Ah? I haven't caught Fu Mei yet, and I'm about to put her on the shelves?"
Li Dazui: "Just be content, Xiucai. I don't have much of a role yet. I basically live in other people's lines. In addition to cooking, I'm still cooking, and I dislike my cooking every day."
Bai Zhantang: "There is no way. The author is typing in the rental house every day. He has never eaten anything good, so he can't make it up."
Yan Ming: "I will testify to this. I hope that after it is published, the readers will reward me with an initial subscription, so that the author can add eggs for breakfast to refresh his brain, and don't often write about me like Shi Lezhi."
Shopkeeper Tong, Bai Zhantang, Guo Furong, Lu Xiucai, and Li Dazui: "I agree!"
Yan Ming: "Readers are all handsome men and women, good-looking, prosperous and wealthy, with bright futures. I would like to give you a compliment on behalf of the author."
Shopkeeper Tong: "Don't forget, I also want to thank the editor, Transparent Boss, for his guidance and help."
Yan Ming: "Yes, even though the author is a handicapped person, I still want to encourage him to work hard to update it in the future."
Guo Furong: "This is necessary. If you are lazy, just exclude him for me!"
Bai Zhantang: "Click him for me!"
Lu Xiucai: "Call him for me!"
Li Dazui: "Tell him who my uncle is for me!"
Shopkeeper Tong: "Okay, okay, he should know how powerful he is. I bow to the readers."