Xia Yitong silently sympathized with Xue Yao for a second.
Lu Yinbing poured a layer of oil into the pot and stretched out his hand, saying, "Give me that marinated chicken."
The diced chicken was quickly stir-fried in hot oil for a few times, coated with a golden coating, and then chili and spices were poured in. After the chicken was seasoned, Lu Yinbing picked up a piece of diced chicken with chopsticks, blew on it, and brought it to Xia Yitong's mouth.
It was crispy, soft, fragrant and smooth. Xia Yitong leaned over to eat another piece and said, "It's ready to be served."
"How come you eat so voraciously when no one is competing with you for it?"
"I'm hungry." Xia Yitong said.
Lu Yinbing turned on the mobile phone that had been placed aside. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. It had been nearly eight hours since he had had the vegetarian meal at the temple at noon. He must be hungry after driving and shopping in the supermarket.
After weighing the pros and cons, Lu Yinbing gave up the idea of cooking another big dish and made two stir-fried dishes. Xia Yitong made an egg drop soup. Twenty minutes later, the dinner was ready. Lu Yinbing looked at the four dishes on the table and sighed: "You said that we should live our lives. The ideal is a full banquet, but the reality is three dishes and one soup, one meat and two vegetables."
"We can't finish the full banquet, so we might as well have three dishes and a soup." Xia Yitong filled two bowls of soup and placed one in front of Lu Yinbing, "Try my cooking, my soup is better than noodles."
Lu Yinbing used a spoon to stir the soup gently and blew air into it, then raised his eyelids and said, "You're still talking about making noodles. Who made noodles last time and forgot his portion? Now he has to make instant noodles to eat. How glorious."
Xia Yitong was very hungry. She drank half a bowl of soup before saying, "If someone's boyfriend cared as much about his girlfriend as I do, and sacrificed himself for his girlfriend, I would be so touched. But you are the only one who would bring this up again and again as a dark history to make fun of me."
Lu Yinbing: "How do you know I'm not moved?"
Xia Yitong looked at her from the corner of her eyes: "Are you touched? How come I don't feel it at all."
Lu Yinbing said: "Other people's feelings of being touched are only on the surface, but mine are hidden deep in my heart, otherwise why would I keep bringing up the past after such a long time."
Xia Yitong: "Wow, that makes sense. It seems I have wronged you."
Lu Yinbing said proudly: "That's right."
Xia Yitong put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and rushed to the kitchen, but Lu Yinbing stopped her: "Where are you going?"
"I'll make you some noodles to make you more touched."
"You're not allowed to go." Lu Yinbing said, "If you make noodles for the first time, that's called being simple and honest. If you make noodles for the second and third time, that's called being lazy, the same old trick, and you don't care at all."
"What do you mean by that?" Xia Yitong said exaggeratedly, "What should I do? I'll dig out my heart and cook a dish for you. But eating human flesh and human hearts is against the law."
"You!" Lu Yinbing raised his chopsticks, and Xia Yitong leaned forward to get hit by the chopsticks. "Where did you learn to be so rude? Hurry up and fix your bad mouth."
Xia Yitong chuckled.
Lu Yinbing looked at her and knocked on the table, "What? Eat!"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
Lu Yinbing: "If you don't eat it now, the food will get cold. I worked so hard to make it."
Xia Yitong rarely saw Lu Yinbing cooking, and he remembered seeing him only a few times. He immediately started eating without hesitation. After finishing the meal, he rubbed his stomach and burped: "Burp."
There was a dishwasher at home, but Lu Yinbing didn't use it. She filled it with hot water and washed the dishes one by one. The dishes had celadon stone patterns, and the water flowing on them seemed to make the patterns flow. Xia Yitong was waiting in the kitchen, watching her put on an apron and wash the dishes. Her movements were slow and careful, and she couldn't help the upturned corners of her mouth.
It's another night. I wonder what she will see tonight. Will it be the same as before
Everything was sorted out. It was 9:15. It was too early to go to bed. According to the routine, I should take a shower. But Lu Yinbing didn't go upstairs. She asked, "You still have the script of "Mei Qi" in your hand, right?"
Xia Yitong was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes."
"Show it to me."
"good."
She was full of questions, but Lu Yinbing didn't intend to answer them. After she found the script and took it downstairs, Lu Yinbing turned a page and said, "Let's act together."
What? Xia Yitong almost exclaimed.
"People are not born to be defeated. A person can be destroyed, but not defeated." Lu Yinbing cheered up and looked at her seriously and firmly. "I will not give up this path. Please play with me."
She will leave the acting industry one day in the future, but not now, not because she is forced by fate to lower her head.
The wind was howling outside, and the living room was lit with a warm chandelier. Xia Yitong and Lu Yinbing were sitting on the long sofa with a script in the middle. This script was something Lu Yinbing had never seen before and was completely unfamiliar to her.
Xia Yitong didn't have a photographic memory, and it had been a year since she finished filming the TV series. She remembered the plot, but not the lines. The two of them looked at a script together and chose a scene with more lines. Lu Yinbing wanted to choose it herself, so Xia Yitong had to listen to her.
Lu Yinbing read it once, and Xia Yitong also reviewed it once. Lu Yinbing took the script, and Xia Yitong worked on it.
"A nobody?" Lu Yinbing sneered. "Your father Mei Ruoyun is not an unknown person. On the contrary, he is a top master in the martial arts world. Twenty years ago, he not only defeated all the heroes in the Chuzhou Martial Arts Conference, but also defeated the masters of the Western Regions. He also made an agreement with Hu Lusheng, the top master of the Liao Dynasty at that time, not to set foot in the Central Plains within twenty years. What a style! Not to mention twenty years ago, even twenty years later, no one can compare to him!"
Xia Yitong said: "My father has been tending to the flowers and plants at home. I have never seen him show any martial arts skills. Besides, his name is not Mei Ruoyun. I took my mother's surname. My father's surname is Wen, and his given name is Qiao."
Lu Yinbing's face changed drastically: "How could it be? Your father has a fair complexion and a slight beard? And there is a small mole behind his ear?"
"Not white, just a rough man from the mountains, looking like charcoal, with a beard," Xia Yitong muttered, "This senior, could it be that he has a crush on Senior Mei Ruoyun, otherwise why would he notice the little mole behind his ear."
"Wen Qiao? Why is it called Wen Qiao?" Lu Yinbing grabbed her with one hand and kneaded her cheek. "You look so much like him, how can you not be Mei Ruoyun's daughter? You are also holding his knife. This knife is called Youquan, right?"
Xia Yitong's face was distorted in her hands: "... Yes, how did you know, Senior?"
"Because I beat him myself!" Lu Yinbing said excitedly.
Xia Yitong: "Senior, you are a blacksmith?"
"You—" Lu Yinbing's face turned red and white, and he said angrily, "If it weren't for your face, I would have broken your neck long ago!"
…
Xia Yitong: "Cut, let's go through the unscripted version now?"
Lu Yinbing's palms were sweating, Xia Yitong held her hands, "Don't be afraid."
Lu Yinbing took a sip of water, wiped his face, and said seriously, "Come on."
Put down the script.
Xia Yitong looked at Lu Yinbing with anticipation.
Lu Yinbing: “…”
Xia Yitong: "Nobody."
"Nobody," Lu Yinbing paused for two seconds and sneered, "Your father Mei Ruoyun is not... not... Forget it, start over. I just thought about it for two seconds, and it was already NG on the set."
Lu Yinbing also served as the board stenciler: "One take, two takes, action!"
Lu Yinbing: “… Card.”
Xia Yitong: “…”
Lu Yinbing: "Wait a moment, let me look at the script again."
"One shot three times, action!"
Lu Yinbing sneered: "A nobody?"
Stuck, two seconds later, ng.
One shot four times.
Lu Yinbing: "Nobody? Then Mei Ruoyun's martial arts conference or something. There's a mole behind her ear. I think I like Mei Ruoyun... I forgot."
Xia Yitong said: "It's okay, I used to memorize lines this way too."
One shot five times.
Lu Yinbing: "Nobody?"
Xia Yitong: "Your father is Mei Ruoyun."
Lu Yinbing: "Your father Mei Ruoyun is not some unknown person, he..."
Xia Yitong: “Just the opposite.”
Lu Yinbing: "On the contrary? Is there such a phrase?"
One shot five times.
Lu Yinbing: "Your father Mei Ruoyun... Sorry for missing a word."
Xia Yitong felt a sore nose and tried hard not to shed sad tears.
One shot six times.
Lu Yinbing: “…”
Xia Yitong: “…”
The two were silent.
…
One shot fifteen times.
"Nobody?" Lu Yinbing sneered and said, "Your father Mei Ruoyun is not an unknown person. On the contrary, he..." Lu Yinbing stopped, lowered his head, looking tired, and pressed his temple with two fingers.
The living room was dead silent.
Xia Yitong put the script away and tried to pull her up. She failed the first time, and with the second pull, Lu Yinbing fell forward under her force and fell on the sofa, face down.
"Where are you going?" Lu Yinbing asked.
Xia Yitong stroked her hair with his fingers: "It's late, let's take a shower and go to bed, and practice tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Lu Yinbing seemed confused and didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.
"Just take a nap and then we'll continue." Xia Yitong said gently.
"After a good night's sleep, it will be tomorrow?"
"Um."
Lu Yinbing buried his face in the sofa: "I'm so tired, I don't want to take a shower."
"I'll carry you."
"I'm so tired, can I stop and rest for a while..." Lu Yinbing fell asleep while mumbling. Xia Yitong put her on the bed, took a quick shower, and got into bed. A warm light was also turned on in the bedroom. Xia Yitong looked at Lu Yinbing sobbing in her dream, and said to her mother Xia beside her helplessly, "She's crying again."
She used her fingers to wipe away Lu Yinbing's tears, but no matter how hard she tried, they would never come out.
She was anxious and used too much force. Lu Yinbing was awakened by her. He opened his tearful eyes, saw her, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xia Yitong replied: "You are crying."
"Really? You had a nightmare." Lu Yinbing wiped the corners of his eyes and brushed past the topic. He pressed Xia Yitong into his arms and put his lips on her forehead. "Go to sleep quickly. Stop thinking about other things and chatting with your mother."
"Oh," Xia Yitong poked her head out lively, "Good night, Mom."
Lu Yinbing pressed her head and said, "Good night."
Xia Yitong snorted: "You're taking advantage of me."
Lu Yinbing didn't take it seriously and covered her eyes with one hand: "It's not like I haven't called you before, good night and go to sleep."