When Gong Xiqiao woke up, his mind was a little dazed. He hugged the blanket for a moment and remembered that this was not his home, but Xi Qing's villa.
He sat up from the sofa and didn't see Xi Qing. When he was about to stand up to look for someone, he saw Xi Qing walking out of the kitchen with a fruit bowl in his hand: "Are you awake?"
"What time is it?" He reached out and forked a piece of kiwi from the fruit bowl with a silver pick and put it in his mouth, Gong Xiqiao rubbed his eyes.
"It's already one o'clock in the afternoon, go wash your hands and prepare for lunch," Xi Qing couldn't help but say when he saw another piece of kiwi fruit fork, "Don't eat too much fruit, or you won't be able to eat later."
"Oh," Gong Xiqiao nodded, but couldn't help but fork another piece of fruit and put it into his mouth.
Seeing this, Xi Qing smiled helplessly, and turned to signal to a maid in the corner that it was time for dinner.
The table in the dining room is very luxurious and beautiful, but in Gong Xiqiao's view, such a large table, when Xi Qing uses it alone, seems a bit empty. So when he took his seat, he directly chose the seat next to the main seat, instead of the long diagonal from Xi Qing.
One dish was served, there were eight dishes in total, and two soups. Although they were only home-cooked dishes, they were basically full of flavors and flavors. It could be seen that the chefs in the Xi family were all masters.
The only thing that was a little out of place was a dish of shiitake choy sum. Maybe when it was fried, the heat was too high, and the color of the choy sum was a little black. It was soft and mixed with shiitake mushroom slices, and it didn't look good at all.
Noticing that Gong Xiqiao's eyes fell on some of his failed dishes, Xi Qing said uncomfortably: "Try the dishes first, whether it suits your appetite or not."
Perhaps because he had a cold, the dishes on the table were not spicy, but he tried to make dishes that fit his taste as much as possible.
The chef must not know what kind of dishes he likes to eat, so the chef can only make these dishes only on the orders of the master Xi Qing.
After drinking a small bowl of soup, Gong Xiqiao began to pick up the chopsticks to taste the dishes. The first chopstick he put down was the plate of shiitake mushroom and choy sum that was farthest away from him.
The heat was too high, and the food was a little mushy in the mouth, and the salt was too little, which made it a little tasteless, but even so, he didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth before starting to start another dish.
"Did the filming go well?" Xi Qing noticed that Gong Xiqiao had picked shiitake mushrooms for the fifth time. The discomfort on her face slowly disappeared, and she began to chat with Gong Xiqiao about topics.
"It's okay, the staff in the crew are all experienced seniors in the industry, I have learned a lot," Gong Xiqiao swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of the warm milk in his hand, and said, "However, I see the attitude of the crew to keep improving. It should cost a lot of money. How much did you invest in this play?"
Xi Qing thought about it carefully: "The financial department has a professional budget, so you don't have to worry about running out of money."
Gong Xiqiao: …
There seems to be something wrong with the point.
Noticing that Gong Xiqiao's expression was a bit wrong, Xi Qing asked, "What's wrong?"
Gong Xiqiao shook his head: "No." The real local tyrant is here, what kind of swindle is he
"When is "The Greatest Hero" going to be released?" Xi Qing remembered that Xiao Qiao seemed to have invested tens of millions in this play. If the box office is not good after the release, it will be Xiao Qiao's money that will be lost.
"There may still be a few months. I heard what Director Wang said, and it seems that I plan to participate in a foreign film festival." Gong Xiqiao, as a hands-off shopkeeper, didn't bother with the post-editing of "The Hero of the Hero" at all. There is a professional person in charge of this piece, so if it is not for the producer of the crew to report to him regularly, he may not even know where the post-production of the play is going.
Although he is not very interested in the domestic film and television industry, Xi Qing also knows that the international recognition of domestic film and television is not high, so he was a little surprised to hear that "The Hero of the Hero" is going to participate in foreign film festivals, " Which film festival?"
"It seems to be... Iris Gold Leaf International Film Festival," Gong Xiqiao thought for a while, "it seems like this."
Compared with the fate of Huaguo, which is almost difficult to win at the Midiguo Golden Man International Film Festival, the Golden Leaf Film Festival in Iris is much more friendly. At least Huaguo has won some good awards at this film festival. awards. However, the Golden Leaf Award prefers the suffering-themed films of Huaguo, and it may be difficult to win a prize with a high gold content for martial arts works like "The Great Hero".
Xi Qing also knew this, so he didn't keep talking about this topic. He was worried that the greater the hope of Gong Xiqiao, the greater the disappointment.
Xi Qing, who doesn't like to talk at the dinner table, just chatted and laughed with Gong Xiqiao and finished a lunch, and also used half a bowl of rice and half a bowl of soup more than usual. appetite.
Eight dishes and two soups are not considered rich for entertaining guests, but after all, there are only two people dining, so after the meal, except for the dish of shiitake mushrooms, I ate most of them, and I didn't use half of the other dishes.
After dinner, the two of them had nothing to do, so they made a pot of tea and went to the flower room to drink tea and chat.
The Xi's flower room is very large, and there are many rare flower varieties in it, but looking at Xi Qing's appearance, it seems that he is not very interested in flowers and plants.
Noticing that Gong Xiqiao seemed to be interested in these flowers and plants, Xi Qing poured the brewed tea into the cup and explained, "My dad is a flower lover, these flowers are the treasures he collected when he was alive, after his death , I will ask someone to take care of these flowers and plants. If there is something you like, I will have someone deliver it to you."
The first time he heard Xi Qing mention his parents, Gong Xiqiao took back his attention to the flowers and sat down beside Xi Qing: "These flowers are well taken care of, if they are placed with me, they will be raised. What a pity to die." He is an entertainer now, and sometimes goes out on location, so he doesn't have enough time to take care of these flowers and plants.
"Alright, come over anytime you want to see it," Xi Qing pushed the teacup in front of Gong Xiqiao, "For me, these flowers are just a bunch of flowers that I don't know the name of the variety, if you If you have time to look at it later, it is not like burying them."
The other party said a few bland words, but Gong Xiqiao heard a little bit of loneliness. He stretched out his hand to take the cup for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Okay."
At this moment, his personal mobile phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Chen Ke's call.
Chen Ke told him a piece of good news. It turned out that the public service advertisement he co-produced with the National Channel will be fully broadcast on more than ten channels of the National Channel tonight. Great opportunity.
Hanging up the phone, Gong Xiqiao took a sip from the teacup. It was fragrant and delicious, and it was a rare good tea.
Xi Qing didn't ask what it was, but Gong Xiqiao said it briefly.
"I thought about something seriously some time ago," Xi Qing put down the teacup, with a wry smile that Gong Xiqiao had never seen before, "What kind of person can be worthy of such an excellent person. "
"So is there a conclusion now?" Gong Xiqiao turned the teacup in his hand, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Xi Qing looked up at him, shook his head and nodded: "I came to a conclusion that is not a conclusion."
Gong Xiqiao didn't ask him what his conclusion was, but just said: "Actually, what kind of excellence is I? Anyone who looks at it, you are many times better than me. I should express this feeling."
"If you were me, you might not be worse than me; but if I were you, I might not be better than you," Xi Qing shook her head. "Those people don't know you, so they don't know how good you are."
"Those people don't know me?" Gong Xiqiao raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Do you know me better?"
The expression on Xi Qing's face was a little uncomfortable. He looked at Gong Xiqiao and hesitated for a moment, then shook his head honestly: "I don't know you well enough, but I want to know you better."
"Sometimes the alienation of friends comes from knowing each other too much," Gong Xiqiao held her chin in one hand, "Maybe when you get to know me completely, you will regret having me as a friend."
"No," Xi Qing said, looking at him, "because I know myself."
Gong Xiqiao smiled incredulously, picked up the teapot on the table to refill the tea for Xi Qing, and then slowly refilled it for herself, "Haven't you thought that I might use your identity to refill the tea for me. Seeking welfare for the family? You also understand in your heart that although fans call me Young Master Qiao, in fact, in the eyes of your aristocratic family, my family’s wealth is simply a mosquito’s leg, and it is not worth mentioning.”
Xi Qing looked at him deeply: "Sometimes, I actually hope you can get closer to me because of this. I have nothing, and all I can have is the identity of the head of the Xi family."
There was a moment of silence in the flower room, and Gong Xiqiao's laughter broke the silence: "Why do you say that about yourself?"
"I have it, you don't lack it. You have it, but I don't necessarily have it," Xi Qing lowered her eyelids and looked at the tea stalks in the cup, her voice was so calm that there was no emotion, "Perhaps, the head of the Xi family Identity, for that matter, is of little value."
Sometimes when you like someone, you can't help but pay attention to everything about him, even a small gesture is unwilling to let go. It is said that Qiao Shao is gentle and courteous, but he knows that the person sitting next to him has a not so gentle soul under his perfect skin.
Xiao Qiao's words and deeds were courteous and thoughtful to the sons of the aristocratic family, and he couldn't pick out the slightest slight. But he could just feel that in the depths of Xiao Qiao's heart, there was not much difference between those sons of noble families and passers-by on the street.
Because he has the ability to let himself live an equally superior life, he is not envious of what others have, and he will not aggrieve himself to please himself. Thoughtful etiquette is just his code of conduct.