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Crosstalk performance: Mooncakes.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is a day for family reunion."

"And yet we're still here."

"You can't say that."

"How to say?"

"With so many people celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival together, isn't it also a time for family reunion?"

"Ha, who wants to reunite with you?"

"Doesn't this make me sad?"

The man mimicked Xi Shi clutching her heart, while the straight man looked disgusted, but he immediately became serious.

"Hey, to be honest, you have to eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Lao He, what kind of mooncakes do you like?"

"Red bean paste filling?"

"Oh, I like the snail rice noodle filling."

"Hard talk."

What does snail rice noodle filling taste like?

"It probably tastes like snail rice noodles."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Everyone was laughing heartily.

“In the past, people would make mooncakes with five kinds of nuts, red bean paste, and lotus seed paste. That was pretty much all we had here. In Yunnan, they also made mooncakes with fresh flowers and ham. Those things were really fragrant.”

The comedian surnamed Zhao swallowed hard, while the straight man surnamed He frowned and stepped back.

"Wipe your drool off."

The comedian wiped his mouth and said, "Hey Lao He, do you know any new types of mooncakes these days?"

"You mean your snail rice noodle mooncake?"

"There are so many, like durian, donkey-hide gelatin, cheese and chrysanthemum, oolong tea with osmanthus and pineapple, custard grapefruit chocolate, cilantro and chive curry noodles, bullfrog and lobster with Ganma sauce, you can eat them all without making a sound."

"Wow, what is all this nonsense?"

The straight man's expression of disdain.

"To be honest, I'd really like to try the chocolate spicy beef mooncake."

The comedian looked on with longing.

"What does this taste like? It's neither sweet nor spicy. Is it even good?"

The straight man looked disgusted.

"When it comes to mixed flavors, I think of our cafeteria."

"Our cafeteria has plenty of dishes, why would they have something like this?"

The straight man doesn't believe it.

"Mooncake stir-fried with chili peppers".

The straight man remained silent: "This really is a dish that's both sweet and spicy."

"Hmm, it's not tasty yet."

"Can this taste good?"

"The key point is that they still have to charge us for this." He made a gesture as if he were collecting money.

The straight man says, "Wow, this 'weird food' is actually quite expensive."

Horror story, terrible food, yet they still charge money.

The straight man says, "Speaking of innovative things, I remember the cherry blossom flavored potato chips and bayberry flavored potato chips from our school supermarket. You know, I like to try new things, and guess what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

The straight man says, "It doesn't taste good either."

"Harmful."

"Speaking of mooncakes, they are the go-to for every Mid-Autumn Festival. Five-nut filling is the most common, followed by lotus seed paste with salted egg yolk, and red bean filling. They are all classic flavors. In some places, there are also pork-filled mooncakes and peanut-flavored savory mooncakes. They taste so delicious."

The straight man, with a blank expression, said, "There are also mooncakes that are hard enough to kill someone by smashing them."

"Yes, and this mooncake too." (A helpless expression.)

Audience: Haha.

"I wonder who will receive a mooncake made of bricks." He looked up at the sky.

Audience member: "It shouldn't be me."

The performance on stage continued.

"Old He, do you know why we eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The straight man says, "Isn't it just like the moon, round and symbolizing reunion?"

"No matter how bad a mooncake tastes, it still has filling, right?"

The straight man says, "Actually, it doesn't have any filling."

"A dough wrapper plus a filling inside, dough wrapper, filling, dumplings are the same."

The straight man says, "Steamed buns are like that too."

"That means mooncakes have another function."

The straight man asks: "What function?"

"Hide money! We found money in dumplings during Chinese New Year, so let's hide some money in the mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion. Let's see who finds a surprise!"

The straight man says, "Probably from being frightened?"

"And there's the constant innovation in mooncakes. I can't do anything about sweet mooncakes, but for savory ones, just copy the fillings from dumplings, and you can't go wrong."

The straight man says, "Oh, those taro dumplings."

"There really is, and it's sweet."

The straight man says, "That's really good. You've found the right path for innovation."

……

Liu Chaoque squinted and began to yawn. She got a little bored afterward, and by the time she came to her senses, the dance performance had already begun.

"Next program, a skit: complicated relationships."

"Hello everyone, my name is Yan Xiaoyi, and I am a junior high school student."

The little girl walked back from school with a schoolbag on her back.

I passed by the convenience store and saw Uncle Wang: "Uncle Wang, give me some bubble gum."

"Okay, watermelon flavor again?"

Yan Xiaoyi said, "Mm."

Go home.

A boy with a middle parting said warmly, "Sis, you're back?"

“This is my younger brother, Yan Xiaoer.”

"Girl, you're back." The man's voice rang out from the kitchen.

This is her father, Yan Laoda.

"Dad, where's Mom?" Yan Xiaoyi asked.

“Your mother is working the night shift and won’t be home today,” the man said.

Yan Xiaoyi said somewhat dejectedly, "Okay."

"Wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon," the man said.

Her mother is a bank employee who often works the night shift, and sometimes she doesn't see her until very late when she's on the night shift.

"I am Zhao Xiaoya, a bank employee in my forties. Today I saw something very strange at the bank." Zhao Xiaoya appeared, carrying a bag, and hurried home.

Do you know what it is?

"I don't know!" the students in the front row replied cooperatively.

"Let me tell you, there was a young woman who accompanied an old man to withdraw money." She said, "I thought it was a granddaughter accompanying her grandfather, but then someone nearby asked out of curiosity, 'Is that your granddaughter?'"

"The granddaughter replied, 'Grandson.'"

Liu Chaoque: "So it's a transgender person." She breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was an older man and a younger woman."

"As they were leaving, I heard the granddaughter say, 'Grandson, watch your step.'"

So it was this grandson.

"This young lady is so young, yet she already has an eighty-year-old grandson," Zhao Xiaoya said with a smile.

When she returned home, only one light was still on. Zhao Xiaoya pushed open the door, and the stage was quiet.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and raindrops fell on the stage.

Looking at the fine rain, Liu Chaoque was still thinking about the grand production, even bringing out a water truck.

The people backstage were completely bewildered; had they arranged this?

Still worried, Xi Jingrong, watching from the audience, said, "Something really happened."

The sketch comedy actors were so dedicated that the actors performing in the next room started arguing.

"Zhang Dazhi!" the woman shouted.

"exist."

With a snap and a clap of thunder, Zhao Xiaoya and her family woke up.

They got up to see what was going on, and then a torrential downpour started.

Zhao Xiaoya: "I didn't pull this stunt."

She wiped her face and asked the man, "What's going on in the next room?"

The man shook his head.

"Try it out if it doesn't work out, then get a divorce," the other person continued.

"Honey, this is really a misunderstanding."

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. You've brought people home."

Wow, what a surprise!

"I had a few drinks today, so I hitched a ride with Xiaoli," the man explained.

Then suddenly, I heard the woman named Xiaoli say, "Sister, you've really misunderstood my brother."

"Ha, he's even calling me 'brother' now."

"This voice..." Zhao Xiaoya on the other side of the wall found it increasingly familiar.

"Isn't this what everyone usually calls brother or sister?" The man still tried his best to explain, "And if I really have something to do, I won't bring people home."

"Then why are you going to find a hotel? Like last time?" the woman said angrily.

Oh, there was last time too.

"How come there's still something from last time? Honey, I already told you it got stuck there when I went into the elevator," the man quickly explained.

"Lipstick stain? What kind of elevator would leave a lipstick stain on your neck?"

“Sister, it really is stuck on. Our company had a power outage once, and dozens of us were trapped inside. We can all testify to that,” Zhao Xiaoli suddenly interjected.

I thought it was just a false alarm, or that the mistress and husband were caught having an affair in front of their wife.

Then Zhao Xiaoya spoke up: "Zhao Dazhuang!"

"Hey, hey," Zhao Xiaoli replied quickly.

The person in the silhouette walked out.

Liu Chaoque glanced at her and laughed; Zhao Xiaoli was clearly a man dressed as a woman.

"Did you change your gender in Thailand?" Zhao Xiaoya asked.

"No." He looked at the man and said awkwardly, "Isn't it because I like wearing women's clothes?"

"Zhao Dazhuang?" The man looked utterly bewildered. "You're a man."

“Brother Sun, I’ve never admitted to being a woman,” Zhao Dazhuang said matter-of-factly.

"Why didn't you say anything when I sent you flowers before?" Brother Sun questioned.

"I thought you only liked my type," Zhao Dazhuang said shyly.

Sister Liu: I'm very angry, but I also feel like laughing. What's wrong with me?

"Well, you, Sun Zhihao, even sent flowers... and you still say it's a misunderstanding?" Sister Liu picked up a feather duster.

“Sister, I didn’t accept it,” Zhao Dazhuang said. “He gave it to Xu Meimei afterward.”

Sister Liu's anger level soared; she knew she couldn't keep this man.

"But Xu Meimei didn't accept it; he gave it to his brother instead." Zhao Dazhuang sighed, "His brother is about seven or eight parts as good-looking as me."

"You also said you don't like my type," he concluded.

"Sis, what's going on?" A phone call brought out another man, Uncle Wang from the convenience store.

"You took your brother's money?" Sister Liu said, barely containing her anger.

"Oh," Uncle Wang said, "Isn't it just sitting in your room? Didn't your brother-in-law say it was a Valentine's Day gift for you? Have you forgotten?"

Uncle Wang looked completely innocent.

"Right? Don't listen to that weird man's nonsense, it's all a misunderstanding." The man wiped his sweat, finally managing to smooth things over.

"How could I have talked nonsense?" Zhao Dazhuang said, crossing his arms.

Brother Sun glared at him, and Zhao Dazhuang, hiding behind Zhao Xiaoya, pointed at him and said, "Sister, he was mean to me."

"Sun Zhihao, what are you doing?" Zhao Xiaoya snapped.

"No, it's nothing." Sun Zhihao immediately became obedient.

"Mom, why are you here?" The little girl in the family woke up and, still half asleep, called out to Zhao Xiaoya as "Mom."

As a result, Sun Zhihao broke down: "Who are you calling 'Mom'?"

"Mommy, Mommy is Mommy," the little girl said. "Mommy, lull me to sleep." She then rushed towards Zhao Xiaoya.

"Oh, my sweet baby." The two women smiled at each other.

Oh my, how do girls give birth to babies? Could it be that one of them is a boy?

Liu Chaoque was already being dramatic, but then something even more dramatic happened.

"Brother Wang~" Zhao Dazhuang waved.

"Zhuangzhuang, you're here too." Wang Jianneng and Zhao Dazhuang linked arms, a rather cringe-worthy sight.

"Did you know Zhao Xiaoli was a man?" Sun Zhihao, who was alone, questioned Wang Jianneng.

“Yeah, didn’t you know Zhuangzhuang has this quirk?” Wang Jianneng said.

Then the two couples started whispering sweet nothings to each other. Sun Zhihao looked at one and then at the other, shouted "No!" and with a thud, knelt down on the ground.

Accompanied by the sound of snowflakes falling and the north wind howling.

Sun Zhihao twitched and then collapsed.

"Huh, an impromptu performance?" The audience was dumbfounded, because the curtain had already been drawn, but the person was still shaking, and then the whole group started shaking.