Li Jin rushed forward and cursed: "What do you mean by this? Han Mei, do you have any respect for your seniors?! What do you mean by dislike? Who do you think you are to dislike it? I think you..."
Li Jin was doing well in the circle and had always been favored by capital. He had never been despised like this.
The tour guide who was sitting leisurely in the front suddenly said: "The live broadcast is still going on. Please keep your voices down, so as not to scare the audience."
Li Jin lowered his voice, but still unwilling to accept it: "Don't you see where you are? You are just relying on your looks to make a living. Do you really think you can be famous forever after becoming famous? What are you dreaming about..."
Han Mei turned a blind eye to everything around him. He put on his blue headphones again. His cold and aloof appearance still made him a highly praised genius boy.
[Meimei is mine: This Li Jin is sick! Does he really think he is the boss? Doesn’t he know who he is? He doesn’t even allow others to tell the truth!]
[Hula Hoop: Like Meimei, I also don’t like Yang Jia and Li Jin, especially Li Jin! ]
[I’m good at guessing riddles: Meimei seems to be a lot more cheerful this time than before. He even remembers to ask for his senior’s contact information. I hope Meimei gets better and better…]
[I don’t know what it’s called: Han Mei seems to like Meng Yao very much]
*
Rong Family Villa:
"Brother Rong... Is this the chicken soup you spent two hours stewing?"
Xia Yansen looked at the chicken soup on the dining table. The turbid and thick black soup made him fall silent.
Rong Yan changed into a more casual outfit, and his cold temperament disappeared a lot.
Next came the two words that Xia Yansen was most afraid of hearing.
"Try it."
Xia Yansen held the soup spoon and didn't dare to try the "chicken soup" for a long time.
"Brother Rong, please answer my last question first. Is this black chicken soup? No... Even if it is black chicken soup, it shouldn't be so black, right?"
Rong Yan said: "No."
Xia Yansen felt that it was difficult for him to maintain the most basic smile. Bitterness appeared on the corners of his mouth: "So it's because of too much soy sauce and oyster sauce?"
Rong Yan still shook his head.
Xia Yansen had a complicated expression: "Brother Rong, you... you... why are you suddenly practicing your cooking skills again? Didn't the old lady say that she didn't want to eat the food you cooked? Why are you tinkering with it again now?"
Rong Yun paused for a moment and glanced at him: "Try it first and see if there is any improvement."
Xia Yansen's breath was caught in his throat as he looked at the pitch-black chicken soup. It didn't look like any improvement at all.
Rong Wei is a useless culinary expert and a master of dark cuisine. Xia Yansen has tried more than once to persuade Rong Wei to stop and stop torturing himself and others at the same time.
But Xia Yansen didn't dare, because to some extent, Rong Yan was his breadwinner.
He asked tentatively: "Brother Rong, you prepared the soup bowl so carefully, it must be for someone very important, could it be that the old lady changed her mind and wanted to drink the soup you cooked yourself?"
Rong Wei was silent for a few seconds, and his deep eyes flashed with emotion: "I made this for Meng Yao."
"Here, is this for Meng Yao?"
When he heard it was Meng Yao, Xia Yansen instantly felt relieved. He had been worried that the old lady couldn't bear the hardship due to her old age.
But if it's Meng Yao's words, then there's no problem. Meng Yao has an iron stomach anyway, and she keeps praising the dark dishes made by Rong Wei.
In fact, these two people are quite compatible to some extent. One dares to do, and the other dares to eat.
Xia Yansen breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Rong, then there is no need to taste it now. Didn't Meng Yao like the food you cooked before? You don't have to change it. Meng Yao will like it no matter what you cook."
Rong Wei was pleased by the last sentence, but still insisted on letting Xia Yansen taste it.
Xia Yansen was forced into a corner, he could only take a small sip, then his expression changed, and finally he covered his throat and retched: "So... so delicious... Ugh..."
Rong Yan's expression turned cold, and he entered the kitchen again, starting a new round of battle.
Just this morning, Meng Yao sent him a message saying that she would be home today.
At that moment, he was not quite sure what emotion he was feeling, but he felt that the sunlight outside the window was much brighter.
During this period, he would occasionally reflect on his own actions. Meng Yao liked him so much, and since he also had feelings for Meng Yao, he could not remain indifferent any longer. He wanted to let Meng Yao see his response.
After Xia Yansen felt his throat was better, he went to the kitchen to check on Rong Yan. When he went in, he saw thick smoke and couldn't see the people clearly. He thought he had accidentally entered a fairyland while riding on the clouds.
Xia Yansen covered his nose and coughed violently. When he was able to identify the direction, he rushed over, turned off the stove, and pulled Rong Wei out.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem... Brother Rong, don't let yourself get upset. If this doesn't work out, there's always the next thing. There's no need for you to dwell on this one!"
Rong Yun's white shirt was covered with a layer of oil smoke. If you didn't look at his face, who would have thought that the famous god of holding companies would actually go into the kitchen, and be in a very embarrassed state at that.
He ignored Xia Yansen and after a while went to the kitchen and brought out a new bowl of soup.
Xia Yansen was about to refuse, but saw that Rong Wei was tasting it himself.
The joints of his hands were clearly visible and his movements were elegant and pleasing to the eye, but his handsome eyebrows were frowned.
Rong Wei casually threw the soup spoon in, and the soup bowl immediately splashed with black soup, which was just like thick ink.
His expression was cold, and after a while he said, "Ask Wang Ma and the others to prepare the food, and make more of what Meng Yao likes."
He finally gave up because he was afraid that the soup he made would have some bad effect on Meng Yao.
He didn't care before, but now he subconsciously started to worry.
Xia Yansen also breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, it was a good thing that Rong Wei gave up the dangerous idea of cooking.
*
After Meng Yao got off the plane, she waited for Xiao Song to pick her up. Meng Yao carried two large suitcases of snacks given to her by the program crew and rushed to the company again.
This is an old tradition. Guan Liang would talk to her from time to time.
When carrying the suitcase to the car, Xiao Song was amazed: "Strange, Sister Meng, I remember you didn't bring so much luggage when you left. Are they all snacks?"
Xiao Song already has a pretty deep understanding of Meng Yao.
Meng Yao couldn't wait to open a bag of dried meat as soon as she got in the car. She said while chewing, "No, it was given by the program team."
small theater:
Rong Wei: I heard that both book-traveling and quick-traveling novels are popular with female protagonists who are good at capturing characters.
Stupid Cat: Ahem, is that so? (feeling guilty for no apparent reason)
Rong Yan (his eyes suddenly become sharp): So what script do you think I have? What model do I follow
Stupid Cat:... You, you are self-conquering and you are sticking to Yaoyao
Rong Yan (smiles coldly): You also know that if you let Yaoyao capture me, we can be happy now.
Silly Cat (seriously): We are looking for difficulty. As the male protagonist, you have to overcome all difficulties to win the beauty!
ps: I woke up and saw that my darlings had voted for so many monthly tickets. I was instantly moved. I love you guys. This is the first time I’ve seen so many monthly tickets~
Thanks to Yang Yangyang, Lei, 11, Ting, WHAOE, Mumuzi, and the best tempered babies in the world (arranged by time) for their monthly tickets. I love you guys~
(End of this chapter)