How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

"Ready—Go!"

The second uncle didn't look at the lyrics prompts on the big screen.

He didn't even look at the camera.

He simply pressed his two rough, large hands tightly against the seams of his trousers.

His body leaned slightly forward, like a cannonball ready to fire at any moment.

"How can it be said that we have no clothes?"

"We are comrades in arms!"

The first sentence made Xu An's phone shake three times.

It's not the kind of perfect, clear pronunciation used in broadcasting.

It was a roar with a heavy Henan accent, like someone with a mouthful of sand in their throat.

There was a momentary silence in the live stream chat.

Followed by.

Uncle Er's eyes reddened.

He didn't read "My Company Commander, My Company" as scripted; it seemed like he misread the lines, or perhaps these were the real words in his mind.

"Wang Dana!"

"Li Tiezhu!"

"Zhao Gousheng!"

He suddenly started calling out names, one after another.

With each name called out, his body trembled violently.

The medals on his chest jingled crisply.

It was like some ancient musical instrument, accompanying these departed souls.

"Thirty-six people in total!"

"Except for me, Xu Jianguo, this useless piece of trash!"

"They were all left in that ice hole that winter!"

"today!"

"A new canteen has been built in Xujia Village!"

"There's meat in it!"

"We have wine!"

"And there's a big TV!"

"You bunch of brats!"

"Get the hell back here, all of you!"

"Have a meal!!!"

The last two words were practically shouted out of his voice.

After yelling.

His once straight back now seemed to have had its spine removed.

It shook violently.

Xu An instinctively wanted to rush over to help.

But someone was faster than him.

Uncle Fool squeezed in at some point.

He was still clutching the wooden stick tightly in his hand.

He stood behind the second uncle and supported the swaying old soldier with his shoulder.

Then he grinned, revealing his blackened gums, and chuckled, though he didn't say anything.

But that smile was more powerful than any words.

[ID tearful]: This is what you call grandeur! This is a million times more impressive than the Spring Festival Gala!

【ID Old Soldier Never Dies】: Wang Dana, Li Tiezhu... These names are so corny, but they make me want to cry.

[ID brings tears to the entire internet]: Uncle Silly's help was absolutely brilliant! He truly understands!

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Uncle Xu Qiang, a multi-millionaire boss, was secretly wiping away tears with his back to the camera.

Fifth Aunt pushed up her glasses, took a deep breath, and broke the silence.

"Alright!"

"Hold back your tears!"

"What kind of behavior is this, crying and wailing during the Lunar New Year!"

"Uncle Jianguo is happy!"

"If our old comrades could see how we're living now, they'd be so happy!"

After saying that, Aunt Wu waved her hand.

His commanding presence was no less than that of a general who had just won a battle.

"Serve the food!"

"Let the feast begin!"

With that command...

The glass window in the kitchen was instantly covered by the heat.

The "Women's Team," who had been waiting for a long time, carried a tray with distinctive Henan characteristics.

They filed out.

The aroma was so enticing; it seemed to waft through the internet cable, even through the screen.

The first bowl.

Braised pork belly.

Each one is as big as a mahjong tile.

It was a mix of fat and lean, and trembled precariously.

It's drizzled with a thick, dark sauce, and just looking at it makes you want to devour three bowls of rice.

The second bowl.

Small crispy meat.

Fried until golden and crispy, then softened again in chicken broth.

One bite, and you're first greeted by the freshness of the broth, followed by the aroma of the meat strips.

It could melt your tongue.

Next came meatballs, lotus root sandwiches, and braised pork with fermented bean curd...

Eight large bowls filled the marble round table, which was large enough to seat twelve people.

"eat!"

Grandpa sat in the main seat.

Today he wore a brand new blue cotton jacket, which his second uncle had specially ordered from an old tailor.

Although it lacked the sophistication of a suit, it exuded the authority of a patriarch.

Grandpa spoke, and chopsticks fell like raindrops.

Uncle Lao Hei got the first piece of braised pork.

What he was holding was the very stainless steel spoon that he had forged himself.

The white rabbit on the spoon handle sparkles under the light.

"Slurp—"

One bite.

Uncle Hei's eyebrows were practically flying off.

"handy!"

"That was fucking awesome!"

"This meat is stewed until it's very tender!"

"Even better than the head chef at the steel mill canteen back in the day!"

Third Master was not to be outdone. He had bad teeth, but he had a special trick up his sleeve.

They specifically targeted the stewed, tender fermented bean curd pork, sandwiching it between two steamed buns and squeezing it slightly.

The chili oil soaked into the white steamed bun.

Take a bite, and your mouth will be full of oil.

"Anzi!"

"Stop filming!"

"Sit down and eat quickly!"

"If we don't eat soon, these old geezers will lick the plates clean!"

My second uncle was holding a big pork knuckle, eating it with his mouth full of oil, completely losing his boss-like image.

Xu An smiled and placed his phone on a stand next to him.

"Family members."

"I'm craving it too."

"Let's do an immersive mukbang!"

"No talking, just eating."

Xu An was also hungry.

I've been so busy these past few days that I haven't had a moment to breathe, and my stomach is completely empty.

He picked up a small piece of crispy pork and put it in his mouth.

That familiar taste of the New Year exploded in my mouth instantly.

There is no technology or hard work involved.

Only the smoky aroma of stewing over a wood-fired stove.

In the live stream, over a million netizens were frantically spamming the chat.

[ID: I'm Hungry]: Suddenly the instant noodles in my hand don't taste so good anymore!

[ID wants to freeload]: This is the real New Year's Eve dinner! That big braised pork knuckle looks so tempting!

【ID Black Uncle's Spoon】: Look at Old Black Uncle's spoon, he uses it so skillfully, hahaha!

This meal lasted a full hour.

The plates were completely empty, and even the soup was eaten clean by everyone dipping their steamed buns in it.

This is called "cherishing blessings".

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone felt a little sleepy.

This is also a normal reaction to "carbohydrate coma".

Just then, my second uncle's troublemaking radar went off again.

He pointed to a row of extremely futuristic-looking space capsule massage chairs in the corner.

"Third Uncle."

"I noticed you were rubbing your lower back just now."

"go."

"Experience high technology."

"I spent a lot of money to get this, and it can even be heated."

Third Master was picking his teeth when he looked at that enormous thing and felt a little scared.

"This thing?"

"Why does it look like a coffin?"

"Will it be comfortable?"

Despite his complaints, Third Master couldn't resist the urging of the crowd.

With his hands behind his back, he walked over cautiously, and Xu An quickly followed to give him instructions.

"Third Master, it's alright."

"Just lie down inside."

"Take off your shoes."

"Just relax your whole body."

Third Master took off his old cloth shoes with a thousand layers of soles.

I lay down inside somewhat awkwardly.

His posture was so stiff, it looked like he was preparing for a funeral.

Xu An suppressed a laugh, pressed the start button, and selected "Elderly Relaxation Mode".

"Buzz—"

The massage chair started up and first automatically detected my body shape.

The mechanical arm rolled over Third Master's back.

Third Master shuddered.

"Ouch!"

"Who?"

"Who touched my butt?!"

The hall erupted in laughter.

"Third Uncle! That's a robotic arm!"

"They're helping you with bone setting!"

My second uncle laughed until tears streamed down his face.

Then the airbag inflated, tightly wrapping around Third Master's calves and arms.

Third Master panicked. He waved his hands wildly, like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

"Anzi! Anzi!"

"quick!"

"Stop right now!"

"This thing eats people!"

"It bit me!"

"Give in! You better give in!"

While shouting, Third Master tried to kick the massage chair with his other foot.

The scene was like a battle between a master of repairing donkey hooves and a Transformer.

It's comical yet strangely endearing.

Xu An laughed until his stomach hurt, and quickly turned the volume down to the lowest setting.

"Third Master, don't be afraid."

"This is to squeeze some flesh out for you."

"It promotes blood circulation."

"Just bear with it, you'll feel better soon."

Two minutes later, Third Master finally got used to it.

His expression slowly changed from fear to enjoyment.

Finally, she closed her eyes and let out an extremely seductive moan.

"Um……"

"Don't say it."

"That really feels great."

"That's quite a bit of strength."

"Much better than Old Black's skills."

The old black man who was about to try it out was unhappy when he heard this.

"fart!"

"My blacksmithing skills are no match for a broken machine?"

"Get out of the way!"

"Let me try it too!"

then.

An extremely surreal scene unfolded in Xu An's live stream.

Several elderly rural men who have lived their entire lives in the Taihang Mountains.

They lined up like children queuing for candy, scrambling to sit in that "man-eating" massage chair.

The television was playing the festive Henan opera "Chaoyang Gou," and the speakers were emitting melodious singing.

The massage chair emitted a buzzing vibration.

There were also sounds of everyone joking and teasing each other.

All of this happened on this snowy New Year's Eve afternoon.

They intertwine to form the most beautiful symphony.

Xu An sat in the corner, watching the lively scene unfold in the room.

The emptiness I felt inside was completely filled.

He picked up his phone and looked at the constantly scrolling comments on the screen.

This time he didn't dodge, but instead brought his face close to the camera.

The innocent naiveté in his eyes was gone, replaced by a heavy tenderness.

"Family members."

"Did you see that?"

"This is our Xujia Village's Spring Festival Gala."

"There are no popular celebrities."

"There is no glamorous stage."

"Only a group..."

"Even after eating and drinking to their heart's content, they can still act like noisy old children."

"This is the life I want for them."

"Too……"

"The meaning of my staying in the mountains."

[ID Guardian]: Anzi has grown up! That's a well-chosen comment!

[ID Missing Home]: Seeing this makes me want to buy a massage chair for my grandpa too.

[ID Big White Rabbit]: This is the life we ​​yearn for, much better than those showy variety shows!