"Oh, you're going to be a big star." Liu Qianqian listened to the conversation between Yang Fan and his sister. After the call was hung up, she couldn't help but sneered.
I've been asking you to continue eating for so long.
Yang Fan was very happy, as if he had just gotten 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and did not argue with Liu Qianqian: "What's so good about being a big star? When people become famous, their private time and space will be compressed to a level you can't imagine. As a result, some big-name stars have to announce their retirement from the music industry or something so that the paparazzi will let them go. They will come back to the music industry after the limelight has passed... Hmm? Are you full? Such a waste, the bowl..."
"No!" Liu Qianqian quickly picked up the bowl, thinking that he was calling her to eat, and obeyed decisively.
The food my parents cook at home is really not that good, and the aunt we hired is not very good either, and the food she cooks is just average.
The food at Aunt Thirteen’s house is still delicious.
I wanted to reveal my true colors again just now, but then I thought of the food at Aunt Thirteen's house.
It’s better not to share it for now. There’s no loss anyway, and I can still get a free meal from time to time.
"Xiaofan, are you capable of shooting a music video?" Aunt Thirteen asked with concern.
She knew that the major Yang Fan studied in college had nothing to do with music or performance.
Yang Fan raised his head, glanced out the window, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It should be OK. Every adult has had a youth, a first love or a secret love that ended without a result. It's just acting like yourself, no acting skills are needed."
"That sounds nice, but don't delay deliberately when the time comes. It's ten thousand a day." Liu Qianqian doesn't believe in acting in a true-to-life manner. For ordinary people, the camera is a magic mirror that reveals all the fears in people's hearts.
"You can question my character, but you can't insult my acting skills." Yang Fan picked up a piece of fat and put it in Liu Qianqian's bowl.
Liu Qianqian's eyes widened.
Don’t you know that I hate eating fatty meat the most
She quickly threw the fat into Yang Fan's bowl.
Yang Fan didn't move quickly.
After a while, a small hand reached out and grabbed the fat meat in his bowl.
Liu Qianqian stared blankly at Guoguo grabbing the fat and stuffing it into his mouth.
Then.
Less than a second.
The fat was spit out, and the little girl stared blankly at the broken piece of fat in front of her.
Who gave me food
Yang Fan picked up a piece of fat meat from the plate and said as he ate, "The braised pork I made is fat but not greasy, tender and delicious, and has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. Eating one piece is better than applying ten facial masks."
Seeing Yang Fan eating with gusto, Liu Qianqian couldn't help but ask Aunt Thirteen: "Aunt Thirteen, does fat have this effect? It can beautify and nourish the skin."
Aunt Thirteen was not sure either, and said, "Maybe, since I ate the fatty meat made by Xiaofan, my skin has been much better in the past two months."
Liu Qianqian looked at Aunt Thirteen's face carefully. She was pretty and indeed very tender.
Logically speaking, Aunt Thirteen's skin shouldn't be so tender at her age. It seems that her skin is almost as tender as mine and my sister's.
After looking at Aunt Thirteen, Yang Fan remained silent.
Your skin is better than before because you have come out of the shadow and you eat more regularly, cleaner and more hygienic food than before.
But Liu Qianqian didn't know, and when Yang Fan wasn't paying attention, she secretly took a piece of fat meat back.
"Ugh~" After putting it in her mouth, she almost vomited.
Fortunately I held it in.
After chewing it twice, she swallowed it with difficulty and drank water in big gulps.
After drinking the water, she savored it carefully.
It does seem to be a bit fat but not greasy. As for whether it can beautify and moisturize the skin, I don’t know yet.
After dinner, it’s time for the three babies to have fun.
Yang Fan and others took them downstairs to the nearby park to play.
Looking at Yang Fan, who was throwing frisbees and balls and making Golden Retriever and Rolling like dogs, Liu Qianqian, who was chewing a pear, came over quietly and asked, "Is there anything particular about the fat you cook? Can it really beautify and nourish the skin?"
"There's nothing special about it. As for whether it can beautify and nourish the skin, you'll know after you try it." Yang Fan smiled and said, "Maybe it has other effects."
"What are the effects?" Liu Qianqian asked.
"How would I know? People are different." Yang Fan threw the frisbee.
"I just feel..." Liu Qianqian stopped talking halfway and almost exposed herself.
During the whole meal, she secretly ate no less than five pieces of fat meat.
Now I feel bloated and don’t want to eat anything other than fruit.
It was getting late, and Jinmao and Gungun had almost finished playing, so Yang Fan and the others went back home.
"Drive slowly on the road." Yang Fan waved and said in front of the car door while sending Liu Qianqian to the parking lot.
"It's so annoying. I have to drive myself home. Can't you just act more genuine and drive me home?" Liu Qianqian complained.
"I'm sorry, I don't have a car. Oh, it's not that I don't have a car, a small electric scooter is also a car. How about I drive the small electric scooter to take you home, and you can leave your luxury car with me?" Yang Fan said.
"I'll give it to you. You have to pick me up and drop me off to get off work every day. You also have to promise to pick me up when I come to Aunt Thirteen's house. You can use the car at other times. How about that?" Liu Qianqian said without hesitation.
"Not only are you beautiful, you also have beautiful thoughts. Let's go!" Yang Fan patted the roof of the car and refused without hesitation.
Fortunately, we are not really friends, otherwise it would be scary to think about it.
That would mean sacrificing a lot of my sleep time, rest time and play time.
"Think about it. There are four people in my family and we have three cars. My sister is not often in the mountain city now, and no one drives her car. You drive my car and I drive my sister's. When I need you, you can be there whenever I call." Liu Qianqian discussed with Yang Fan seriously.
"Climb, bye!" Yang Fan turned around and said, "If you don't go, I will."
Watching Yang Fan's departing back, Liu Qianqian slammed the steering wheel and said angrily, "You're not willing to pick me up once or twice a week on weekends, you bastard, anyone who wants to be friends with you is a psychopath."
After returning home and working hard for an ordinary life until 11 o'clock in the evening, Yang Fan put down the pen and closed the notebook.
It's time for fun.
Yang Fan picked up the guitar and went to the balcony.
My third sister next door had turned off the lights and gone to bed, there was not a single light.
Yang Fan began to play the piano.
Two floors below, the residents were lying back in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, when the sound of a piano came from outside the open window.
Here we go again!
The resident was very angry and could not bear it any longer, so he was ready to stand up and curse.
But after hearing the singing, the residents were no longer angry and listened quietly.
“…
Holding an umbrella to catch falling flowers
Look at the west wind riding a skinny horse
Who can see through the clouds for me
Is this you, sir
Whose house is in the deep mountains ahead
Playing a Pipa at dusk
I want to draw a picture for you
Please accept it, my lady.
… ”
Uh, a heartfelt song.
I thought there would be something like “If you brag, I’ll give you cabbage. If you brag, I’ll give you spinach. If you brag, I’ll give you cauliflower…” and I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Accompanied by the classical piano music and clean and clear singing, the residents fell into a sweet sleep.
After the song, Yang Fan hurried back to the house.
If you stay up too long in the middle of the night, you will definitely be caught.
People who don’t like listening to music, especially those who hear it in the middle of the night, don’t care how popular the song is or how it will be passed down through the ages, just get out of here.