"I think they're still missing someone to play the erhu. How about..."
"Don't even think about it."
Bronya mercilessly refused him. If the orphanage really formed a storytelling troupe, An would definitely be the one playing the erhu. At most, Bronya would knock Heavy Cannon Rabbit a couple of times, treating it like a gong or drum.
Come to think of it...
That man had actually handed over the script for Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio. Rosaliya had actually started reading it, and Liliya was actually playing the clappers. The whole thing was rather difficult to comprehend.
Theresa heard their storytelling performance too.
"Fox spirit?"
She raised her head warily. "Who's a fox spirit? There aren't any fox spirits here."
In her panic, she failed to control Judah's strength. The heavy golden cross came crashing down and smashed straight through the stage. Not only did the bluestone floor crack apart, but her niece Kiana was driven deep into the ground like a nail.
"Auntie, what are you doing, Auntie?!"
Such high-intensity antics naturally attracted quite a few spectators.
Zhao Bai rolled up his sleeves and began baking egg tarts. Since neither of them was willing to sell anything, he would make this money himself.
P.S.: "Their special talents are smashing boulders on their chests and storytelling. Do you like idols like that?"
It felt like he had gone further and further down the path of absurdity, never to return.
The Most Unlikely Twist (4/4)
Besides baking egg tarts, Zhao Bai also got several cans of corn kernels and made a few buckets of popcorn. He brought over sunflower seeds, peanuts, and tea to sell nearby as well. He had deeply grasped the principle that when idols competed, capital profited.
Bronya still looked as though victory was already hers.