Mei Zhongli wakes up very early, and a group boss like him can't sleep a lot in his life. He limped downstairs on crutches, trying to get something to eat in the kitchen.
He walked to the dining room and saw a vaguely busy figure behind the glass door of the kitchen, so he shouted over there, "Liu, fry an egg for me!"
The people inside didn't answer. Mei Zhongli didn't care either, he sat down and took out his mobile phone to check today's stock market situation, while drinking a glass of milk poured on the table.
After a while, there was a sound of movement from the sliding door of the kitchen. The footsteps gradually approached, and a plate of freshly fried eggs was gently placed in front of Mei Zhongli. Mei Zhongli glanced at it, and when he saw a splash-like scar on the wrist of the egg-carrying hand, he almost spat out the milk in his mouth.
"Ancestor..." Mei Zhongli hurriedly wanted to stand up.
Nanyang pressed his forefinger on his shoulder, exerting some internal strength, and with a slight push, he sat back untouched. There was no expression on her face, but she didn't seem to be angry: "I don't know if you are used to eating old or tender ones. The soft-hearted eggs I made, do you have a habit of eating them?"
Mei Zhongli looked at Nanyang in surprise. Nanyang is still wearing a white shirt that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. A little oil star is splashed on the collar of the shirt, and the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow, revealing a snow-white forearm. There was also an apron tied around her waist, and this firework-filled decoration made her look like a gentle wife from an ordinary family.
Mei Zhongli has never seen Nanyang cook, and Nanyang has always been the one to be served.
"You can still cook? Why are you interested in coming to the kitchen today?" Mei Zhongli felt strange.
"I have always been studying," Nanyang wiped his hands on his apron, "she sleeps here, and I want to make her some breakfast."
"Is that so..."
Mei Zhongli felt that Nanyang these days was very different from before. He has followed Nanyang since he was fifteen years old. In his impression, Nanyang has always been a cold-hearted person who does not speak or laugh, which fits her identity as a three-thousand-year-old antique. Mei Zhongli felt that it was normal, and the gods he revered should be like this, not eating human fireworks.
But since Nanyang came back from Australia and met Qinghuan, she began to melt. melted into a mortal.
For the first time, Mei Zhongli felt that Nanyang was warm. It turned out that there was a gentle light in her eyes.
"You eat first, and I'll go get her a meal. It's just ready, and it'll be cold in a while."
Nanyang went back to the kitchen and brought out a large plate. The food on the plate is very rich, there is toasted garlic bread, fried beef, boiled shrimp, and ham cut into small pieces. There are also dipping sauces of various flavors that are crowded in the corners, but still neatly arranged.
She must have been preparing for a long time.
Mei Zhongli felt an inexplicable pain in his heart when he saw Nan Yang carefully leaving with the food.
Although Zhu Qinghuan moved in, he did not live in the same room as Nanyang. Considering that the two of them were indeed a little stranger, Mei Zhongli did not force her, but arranged her room next to Nanyang's room.
Nanyang came to the door of Zhu Qinghuan's room and knocked on the door with one hand with difficulty.
After a while, no one responded. Nanyang knocked again.
Is no one there
She added a little more force and slammed on the door with her fingerbone.
After a while, the door was opened, Zhu Qinghuan messed up his long curly hair, squinted sleepily, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"
Nanyang raised his hand holding the plate, "I made you breakfast, would you like something to eat?"
Zhu Qinghuan glanced at the food on the plate and forced a smile, "Thank you. But the calories are too high, I'm going to join the group soon, so I can't eat so many carbohydrates. ... You don't have to cook for me, in It's not worth wasting my time on me."
The curvature of Nanyang's mouth froze. She pinched her fingers on the edge of the plate until they turned white.
She pursed her lips and raised her eyes, her eyes were still gentle: "What do you usually eat?"
Zhu Qinghuan seemed a little reluctant to answer, but still said: "Boiled cabbage."
Nanyang nodded lightly: "I'm going to study."
Zhu Qinghuan stared at the ground and said lightly: "I said you don't need to cook for me, I can cook it myself, thank you for your kindness. I've said it before, in private, it's best not to have too much Lots of encounters."
Nanyang lowered his eyes, but there was still no obvious emotion on his face. But the fingers of her right hand were trembling, obviously.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at her and could feel her sadness at the moment.
Maybe the current Nan Yang is really interested in him, so the big boss who doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers is working hard to cook for himself, at least this second is a little sincere. But how long can this interest last? She was accustomed to seeing female artists in the circle who were deceived by their financial masters, but also deceived their feelings.
"I see."
Nanyang spit out four words lightly, holding her plate and turning away.
Zhu Qinghuan looked at her slowly receding back, and curled her fingers on the door frame.
She understands the truth, but she is also not used to spoiling the sincerity of others like this.
She was not used to Nanyang looking at her with those eyes. Nanyang doesn't have any emotion in her eyes when she looks at others, but every second she looks at herself, there is a lot of forbearance in her eyes. This made Zhu Qinghuan feel that her casual words or actions were bullying Nanyang.
She hates people who bully others, and of course she hates herself who bullies others.
Fortunately, I have work today. The company didn't give her too much time to think wildly. The manager's phone call came as if she wanted to ask her where she was now, and kept reminding her that the recording would start in five hours.
Zhu Qinghuan went back to the house and simply put on make-up, and asked the driver of the Mei family to send him off. When passing by the living room, Nanyang was looking at his phone on the sofa, Zhu Qinghuan took a quick peek, and vaguely saw a picture of a cabbage on the phone screen, and small words like ants next to it, which looked like a tutorial.
Nails dig into palms.
In my heart, I cursed myself, what are you looking at
Today's announcement is to record a variety show. If nothing else, the recording should be finished in the afternoon.
It's a sports variety show, you have to run and jump all day. There are a lot of guests invited today, and they are basically actors from the upcoming "God Dance" TV series. There are a lot of TV dramas that were promoted through variety shows before the release, but almost none of them started to promote before they started. The reason why Shen Wu dares to promote it in advance is because it has invited two leading actors and actresses to act as male and female lead actors - diehard fans who can forcibly brush a score of a certain part of a brain-deficient romance drama to 8.5, the little fresh meat Xia Shan, and the hot Sobagnian user comments opened, all from the top-notch little flower that the wife of a female fan sleeps with me, Zhu Qinghuan.
One of the disadvantages of too much traffic is that Xia Shan and Zhu Qinghuan have not met before, so the two fans started a brainless cooking carnival ahead of time. Today I'll take a photo of your brother P's mourning hall, and tomorrow you'll cut the ghosts and animals that go through the center of the earth for my sister. Both parties feel that they are the most popular in the world, and both parties agree that it is the other party that is rubbing off on their popularity. This is a very common hype method among brokerage companies, stimulating conflicts between fans, making fans spontaneously hot, and maybe they can get one or two free hot searches. As long as the cooking doesn't end, it doesn't matter how ugly the entry is, they have a way to clear the star himself.
Of course, wars between fans usually don't affect the relationship between the stars themselves. Exceptions are made in special cases.
Xia Shan had already arrived at the recording venue and saw Zhu Qinghuan surrounded by a group of people from a distance, and happily ran over to greet her. His agent couldn't hold it.
"Hello, it's the first time I've seen you," Xia Shan smiled brightly, "I've seen other dramas of yours, and I've admired them for a long time."
"Hello..." Zhu Qinghuan immediately looked around and confirmed that there were enough staff here, and she and Xia Shan would not be photographed alone, "Good luck meeting, good luck meeting."
"I really look forward to working with you." Xia Shan smiled and stretched out his hand, wanting to shake Zhu Qinghuan.
Zhu Qinghuan shook his face very much, and made a little joke by the way: "I hope this picture will not be turned into me holding a gorilla by your fans."
Xia Shan laughed out loud.
She is so cute.
"It's going to be a long run in a while, you have to remember to warm up." Xia Shan pointed to the prop field in the distance, "I just went to see those levels, it's hard, if you can't get through, tell me, I'll help You."
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but twitched the corner of his lips. Xia Shan was twenty-one years old, still in college, three years younger than himself. This little boy is soft and glutinous, and he likes to talk with a lot of sticky words. He sounds like a southerner. Xia Shan's fire was very sudden, and he basically didn't experience the pain of climbing step by step in the entertainment industry, so he still retained a refreshing warmth in his eyes. Zhu Qinghuan had a good impression of him.
"Okay, I'll find you if I can't make it."
Zhu Qinghuan smiled at him.
She didn't deliberately smile charmingly, but her face was very demonic, a demon that could not be ignored, from the curved eyebrows to the full lips, from the beautiful eyeliner at the end of the eyes to the moist lipstick on the lips, The movement of her eyebrows is awe-inspiring. She smiled, as if seducing someone. And it's not the kind of dazzling seduction, it's a soft and subtle seduction, a seduction that still holds a pipa half-covered.
Never has that woman been able to combine the two extreme qualities of "feminine" and "gentleness" so well.
Xia Shan's manager was worried in the distance, feeling that his child was going to be taken away.
Xia Shan's soul was indeed taken away, but not just now, as early as when he watched her first TV series, his soul had already been taken away.
The variety show was recorded smoothly, and the snow stopped at noon, and the venue and props were not affected at all.
Zhu Qinghuan ran for a whole day basically without rest. As she ran, she kept asking questions in her mind. She didn't know if there was something wrong with the concept of variety show planning, and let a bunch of celebrities eat their faces Jumping up and down here, jumping up and down to the point where there is no image. If it weren't for the high ratings of this variety show and the fixed schedule arranged by the company, she would never jump around like a monkey here.
She didn't eat breakfast, she was very hungry for a while, and after she was hungry, she felt nothing. However, strenuous exercise on an empty stomach can make people anemic. She feels that stars are shining in front of her all day, and she feels very nauseous. For a few moments, she thought she was about to vomit on the track.
When the recording finally ended in the evening, Zhu Qinghuan was almost helped by the assistant to climb into the nanny car.
"Where will I take you back?" Xiaoye looked at Zhu Qinghuan distressedly.
Zhu Qinghuan weakly reported the address of the Mei family.
"Have you changed places?" Xiaoye was a little surprised, "Could it be that the paparazzi found your previous address?"
"No," Zhu Qinghuan was still sweating on his forehead, "I'm going to my father-in-law's house."
She said the words "my father-in-law" so naturally, as if she was used to the existence of this marriage, and tacitly accepted that Nanyang was her serious wife. When Zhu Qinghuan realized this, he was a little dazed, and after the trance, he had the thought of slapping himself.
Xiao Ye had an expected expression, Zhu Qinghuan was spotted by a wealthy family, this is no longer a secret in the circle, and it was about to pierce the window paper of the public: "I heard from the boss, you want to Marry the daughter of Mei Zhongli, the richest man in the city. The boss and Mr. Mei have such a good relationship, he doesn't mind you getting married when you are on the rise."
"..." Zhu Qinghuan said nothing.
"How about it, when will you bring your daughter-in-law to the studio so we can take a look?" Xiaoye gossips, "Does she look good?"
Zhu Qinghuan didn't smile for a while, and deliberately teased Xiaoye: "It's ugly."
Xiaoye immediately changed a sympathetic face. It's such a pity, I wish you so beautiful, but you have to marry an ugly person. However, rich people generally do not look very good, and it is normal to not have both money and appearance.
It was almost ten o'clock in the evening, when Zhu Qinghuan returned to the Mei's villa.
She supported her sore waist, drooping her eyelids, resisting the urge to vomit in her stomach, and just wanted to hurry back to bed and sleep. But as soon as I entered the door, I saw a light on the living room. Nanyang fell asleep leaning on the sofa, his long black hair covered half of his face, and he held a spread out cookbook in his hand.
Zhu Qinghuan wanted to pretend that he didn't see it, and went straight back to his room. But when she reached the stairs, she stopped again and turned her head to look at Nanyang on the sofa.
Sleeping like this will make you sick.
She looked again at the recipe in her hand, the kitchen with the lights on but no one not far away, and the cooking pot on the stove.
Did you cook something
Did it cook all day
The fingers on the stair handrail tightened, picking up the patent leather on it.
She laughed at herself, laughed at her hesitation at the moment, and then turned to go upstairs.
Only three steps up.
She couldn't help but stop again and sighed heavily. For some reason, her conscience ached. After a short pause, she turned around and walked down the three steps, came to the edge of the sofa, and patted Nanyang's shoulder lightly with her fingertips: "Hello."
Nanyang slept very lightly, and woke up immediately after being photographed. She rubbed her eyes and looked at Zhu Qinghuan, her voice curled in a lazy hoarseness: "You're back."
For some reason, Zhu Qinghuan felt that Nanyang's voice was better than the soft and glutinous tone of Xiashan.
"Yeah." Zhu Qinghuan bit her lip hard and looked at the lighted kitchen again.
Nanyang noticed that she was looking at the kitchen and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"I… "
She is not hungry, not only is she not hungry, but she also feels nauseous.
Nanyang really said: "There is some boiled cabbage in the pot. I just made it. Do you want to eat it? I marinated it with salt and sugar before cooking. It should be delicious."
"..." Zhu Qinghuan opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.
Nanyang looked at her with a soft water light in his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay... you... go get hot."
Nanyang smiled very shallowly and walked to the kitchen. Zhu Qinghuan was paralyzed on the sofa, motionless, and the thought of stuffing that tasteless thick fiber into his mouth for a while gave him a headache.
It didn't take long for Nanyang to bring out a simple bowl of boiled cabbage. She put the bowl and chopsticks on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Zhu Qinghuan. The cabbage in the bowl looked very good, and it was crystal clear and steaming.
Zhu Qinghuan sighed silently, held up the bowl with his weak arms, and stuffed a chopstick of cabbage into his mouth.
The moment the cabbage touched her tongue, her face turned green.
Boiled cabbage has always been difficult to eat, and she has this mental preparation. But she didn't expect Nanyang to make it unpalatable to another level. She was sure that Nanyang put too much salt and sugar in it, otherwise the cabbage could not be bitter, fishy, salty and sweet.
"Isn't it delicious?" Nanyang noticed Zhu Qinghuan's trembling eyelashes.
"… "
Zhu Qinghuan didn't speak, just lowered his head and wrinkled his eyebrows into a pimple, and devoured the cabbage into his mouth. It was so unpalatable that she dared not even chew it with her teeth. If her stomach is alive, she must jump up and scold at this time: Why didn't the brothers above process this thing and throw it down
Zhu Qinghuan finished eating the whole bowl of cabbage, put the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and immediately got up and went upstairs.
Nanyang may have tasted the sweetness of Zhu Qinghuan's compromise, or he may think that they have the possibility to go further, so he stopped her: "Do you want to have breakfast tomorrow?"
Zhu Qinghuan paused on the stairs, his face was a little ugly when he turned around, but his tone was still soft: "I've said it many times, don't waste your time on me, it's really not worth it. I won't like you. ."
After saying that, she turned around and went upstairs.
Entering the bedroom, Zhu Qinghuan threw the phone on the bed, and suddenly there was a tumult in his stomach.
She finally couldn't bear the irritation of the fishy smell of vegetables. She covered her mouth and ran to the toilet. Holding the toilet, she started to vomit. All the food she ate in her stomach just now spit out. Vomiting is no longer something her consciousness can control, it is an instinctive reaction of a body that has threatened her health.
When she was done vomiting, she knelt down weakly, lying on the edge of the toilet, thinking groggyly, if only she could spit her phony mercy down the drain.