DAVM Chapter 114.4

The effect of the solo live broadcast on the first day was not good, and the negative comments on the barrage made Tan Jinyuan a little worried. However, the trend turned quickly, and now there were almost no negative comments. Occasionally, there were one or two, but it was scolded by netizens so that they dared not look up.

Tan Jinyuan was very pleased to see it, but that was what it should be. Who could resist a beautiful angel baby?

Four groups of families gathered in the small courtyard. The host talked about today’s tasks, which were to go to the ancient town to experience the intangible cultural heritage and learn to make bamboo weaving in exchange for money.

After receiving the task, everyone walked toward the bamboo weaving room. The bamboo weaving room was in the Intangible Culture Experience Center in the ancient town. There were many bamboo weaving products on the fourth floor.

Ji Zhile was attracted to it as soon as he saw it. He put his hand against the glass and stared in wonder.

“Brother, how are these made?” He asked Ji Ningyi next to him.

It was also the first time for Ji Ningyi to come into contact with bamboo woven products. Although the host introduced it just now, he understood a little bit, but it was difficult to explain in words. He frowned and struggled to think about the language.

Jiang Ranyang was right next to them, and when he heard their conversation, he immediately said, “My mother knows!”

“My mother knows how to weave bamboo. She is amazing!”

Hearing this, Ji Zhile looked at Ran Ying with sparkling eyes.

Faced with the children’s expectant eyes, Ran Ying was a bit stuck. She did tell Jiang Ranyang just now that she could weave, but what she said was that she had knitted flower ropes before. The principle should be similar to that of bamboo weaving.

However, she didn’t say that she could weave bamboo. What on earth was Jiang Ranyang listening to?

Ran Ying could only take out her mobile phone and search on the spot, then she read the answers to the three children and changed some difficult words in her own language.

Jiang Ranyang was very proud when he heard it: “How about it? My mother is amazing!”

Ji Zhile made the 6 gesture unskillfully, one word: “6!”

Ji Ningyi also applauded softly: “Aunt Ran is so amazing.”

Ran Ying had received countless compliments in the entertainment industry over the years, but she had never received such a compliment. It was so straightforward and simple, which was really novel.

Ji Zhile figured out this problem and got closer to Ran Ying. He was no longer afraid of Ran Ying and felt that Aunt Ran was not very cruel to Jiang Ranyang.

Thinking of what Xia Jiaran said to him yesterday, Ji Zhile still didn’t quite understand. Since Auntie Ran helped him answer one question, she should be able to answer the second one as well.

But now that there were cameras, Ji Zhile didn’t want others to hear his words, so he waved to Ran Ying: “Aunt Ran, I have something to tell you.”

Ran Ying also gave in to him, knelt down, and approached him: “Just tell me.”

Ji Zhile’s voice was very low: “Why is Aunt Ran’s surname Ran, but Xia Jiaran’s nickname can’t be called Ran Ran? What will happen if it is repeated?”

Ran Ying originally thought that Ji Zhile was going to ask her some childish questions because Jiang Ranyang also had a hundred thousand whys when he was a child.

He would ask her why his surname is Jiang, why his father’s surname is Jiang, and why his grandfather’s surname is Jiang…

These problems were once Ran Ying’s nightmare.

But when she heard Ji Zhile’s words at this moment, Ran Ying’s expression changed slightly. She became a little more serious.

She looked at Ji Zhile and asked in a low voice: “Why did Zhile want to ask this question? Who told you?”

Hearing her more serious voice, Ji Zhile was a little panicked: “Is Aunt Ran angry?”

Ran Ying looked at Ji Zhile’s nervous look, tried her best to soften her expression, and reached out to stroke his hair: “I’m not angry. I’m just curious.”

Ji Zhile didn’t want to betray Xia Jiaran, although Xia Jiaran didn’t tell him not to tell others.

He shook his head: “I don’t want to say it.”

Ran Ying didn’t force him. In fact, when she heard Ji Zhile’s words, she had already roughly guessed it.

Ran Ying had never thought about this. She knew that some people in the circle were a bit taboo about having the same name, but she didn’t mind. She was not an emperor. It was all words in the Xinhua Dictionary. If she could use them, others could use them as well.

 

 

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