Wen Run and Hao Rou Zong came out, and the two stopped talking tacitly, and did not talk about the Ye family. Zheng Xuan went to get the dumpling wrappers, and then sat down at the table with Ye Hansheng, preparing to make dumplings with a solemn face.
Wen Run took three clean spoons and put them in the meat bowl, then skillfully pinched a dumpling wrapper and spread it out in his hand, and then used a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of meat filling on the dumpling wrapper, his fair and slender fingers Flying flexibly, after a few strokes, the white dumpling skin has beautiful folds.
"Okay, just wrap it like this."
Wen Run showed them the dumpling with a big belly. Zheng Xuan and Ye Hansheng picked up a dumpling wrapper and spread it in the palm of their hands like a model, and scooped a spoonful of meat filling in the middle stiffly, but neither of them After cooking, let alone making dumplings, a small piece of dough was spread out in the palm of their hand, and their fingers were so stiff that they didn't know how to move it.
Especially Ye Hansheng, he twisted his handsome sword eyebrows, stared at the dumpling wrapper with gloomy eyes, and pinched the sides of the dumpling wrapper with his slender fingers, trying to squeeze out the folds like Wen Run. But he put too much minced meat, and when he pinched one side, the minced meat was squeezed to the other side, and he hurried to pinch the other side, and finally pinched one side, but it was wrinkled, don’t worry. Let’s talk about the pretty folds, the whole dumpling looks like a piece of randomly kneaded dough, it’s so ugly, you don’t even know it’s a dumpling.
Zheng Xuan laughed at him unceremoniously, "You are uglier than I made it out to be."
Ye Hansheng took a look at the dumpling in his hand. Although there were no folds, it still looked like a dumpling. He grimaced, took another dumpling wrapper and continued wrapping without saying a word.
All this fell into Wen Run's eyes, and a secret smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He got up and said, "It's better to wrap a coin in the dumpling. Those who eat it will have good luck this year."
At the end of the sentence, he took out a brand new coin from his wallet, scalded it with boiling water and cleaned it, and then flexibly wrapped the coin into the dumpling. With some selfishness in mind, he peeped at Zheng Xuan and Ye Hansheng struggling with the dumpling wrappers in their hands with their heads down, so he quickly folded a corner of the dumpling, and then put the dumpling into the wrapped one as if nothing had happened. Dial inside.
The three of them were making dumplings while chatting. Zheng Xuan quickly mastered the technique. Although the dumplings were not as good-looking as Wen Run's, they could barely pass. But Ye Hansheng still frowned bitterly,
Zheng Xuan deliberately led Wen Run to talk, and talked with him about family affairs. Although Ye Hansheng didn't make a sound, the movements of his hands slowed down, and he listened carefully to what they said with lowered eyes.
Two dozen dumpling wrappers have been wrapped, and there are more than one hundred dumplings in total, most of which are warm and moist, and a small part of crooked melon and split dates is the work of Zheng Xuan and Ye Hansheng.
Wen Run didn't let the two of them mix the cooked dumplings, and set aside dumplings for three people. Wen Run sealed the remaining dumplings with a ziplock bag and put them in the refrigerator, then took the reserved dumplings into the kitchen.
Boil water in a pot, add salted shrimp skin and a little seaweed, boil and then place the wrapped dumplings. The big-bellied dumplings sink into the clear soup, and when they are cooked, they float up one by one.
Wen Run stared at the dumpling that he folded on purpose, and kept it for the end. Zheng Xuan brought out two bowls of dumplings, and Wen Run took the last bowl, and placed it in front of Ye Hansheng on purpose.
Zheng Xuan held his own bowl, and stuffed one into his mouth without caring about burning his mouth. It was a straight dumpling with no folds. It looked like it was made by him. The dumpling made by himself was eaten into his mouth, although the taste was the same. , but the feeling is different.
My heart is very beautiful.
Ye Hansheng also picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth. The dumplings in his bowl were all full of lace pleats.
Seeing him eating one by one, Wen Run glanced at him from time to time, Ye Hansheng raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Why?"
Wen Run immediately shook his head, lowered his head to eat his own, but still looked sideways at the dumplings in his bowl, wondering why he hadn't eaten yet.
Ye Hansheng picked up another dumpling and put it into his mouth. This time he only bitten halfway, and then he stumbled into a hard object. He frowned and spit it out. It turned out to be the only coin wrapped in the dumpling.
Ye Hansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his eyes to look at Wen Run.
"If you eat coins, you will have good luck throughout the year, and everything will go smoothly,"
Wen Run really bent his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of cunning, his careful thoughts were clearly revealed.
"Well. Then I will lend you a good word."
Ye Han glanced at him with a smile, put the coins aside, and ate the remaining dumplings with a smile, feeling very good.
Zheng Xuan curled his lips secretly, looked at Ye Hansheng and then at Wen Run. Although the two of them didn't speak a few words, their brows, eyes and expressions were as if he didn't exist.
Annoyed, he chewed the dumplings into pieces and swallowed them, Zheng Xuan thought to himself, if you can't see it, you can't see it.
I see through but don't tell.
Be a quality energy-saving light bulb that can assist.
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After eating the dumplings, I cleaned up the kitchen again. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. Wen Run bid farewell to Ye Hansheng, went back to the dormitory with Zheng Xuan to pack their luggage, and then went to the airport.
Ye Han watched them leave. After closing the door, he pondered for a while, took the elevator up to the second floor, and went to Ye Jia's room.
The nurse took care of her personally and usually only moved around on the second floor. Seeing this uncomfortable customer coming up suddenly, he went out cautiously, leaving space for him.
Ye Hansheng turned the wheelchair, went to Ye Jia's bedside, and looked down at his sleeping sister.
Ye Jiasheng was very good-looking, her appearance followed her mother's, delicate and beautiful, as if carved. It's just that she has been lying on the hospital bed all year round, and she can only rely on drugs to maintain her life, which makes her face pale a lot. Her healthy and fair skin is now morbidly pale, her full cheeks are sunken, and a pair of smart eyes are tightly closed, like a lost face. Flowers without nutrients are gradually fading away.
"Jiajia..." Ye Hansheng stretched out his hand, touched her sunken cheek pitifully, and said in a low voice, "Brother is fine now, and you should get better too..."
Wen Run went to the airport with Zheng Xuan after returning to the dormitory to pack the luggage and presents for the crew. Assistant Liu Feng returned to his hometown, instead of going with them, he flew directly to S City to join them.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the plane flew to S city on time, and Wen Run was not sleepy yet, so he began to think about the homework assigned to him by Wei Ye. He has been studying with Wei Ye for a while. Every time Wen Run sent a video homework, he would read it carefully and point out the shortcomings. I will think about it for a long time before handing in my homework for the first time, hoping to get the teacher's approval.
He was thinking about it when he heard Zheng Xuan next to him say, "I've already applied to the company, and I'm looking for another assistant for you."
After all, Liu Feng is a girl, and sometimes it is inconvenient. Zheng Xuan plans to let her follow up on work matters in the future, and the newly recruited male assistant will take care of Wen Run's daily life.
He has too many things to do, and he has to take time to take care of Jiajia in the nursing home. Many times, he can't follow Wen Run to take care of him. Seeing that Wen Run is on the right track now, he feels that it's time to add manpower to him. .
Wen Run always obeyed the arrangement, and nodded when he heard what he said, and agreed.
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On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the production team officially started work. After the red envelopes were distributed, the production team once again plunged into the intense shooting. Everyone was tense and had no time to care about others. The cheerful atmosphere after the year also dissipated during the high-pressure shooting. It wasn't until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when fans came to visit the set, that the serious atmosphere of the crew became more active.
There are two groups of fans who came to visit the class this day, one group is the newly emerged "Shuangyu Couple" fans, and the other group is milk powder. The group visit was organized by the support group. The fans who organized the event had communicated with the crew in advance. At noon on the 15th day, when the crew was on their lunch break, the fans who visited the group were let in.
After the last "love triangle" turmoil turned into a beautiful love affair between wealthy couples, Xie Yupan no longer had to deliberately avoid Wen Run. After the play at noon, Xie Yupan and Wen Run got together for dinner. Xie Yupan came, and Chu Yu naturally followed. The three of them carried lunch boxes and squatted next to a small mat. On the mat were the pickled radishes and spicy beef that Wen Run brought from his hometown .
Mother Wen is good at cooking, especially the pickled radish and spicy beef. Xie Yupan was full of praise for the food, and completely forgot about the coveted manager. If there is any benefit to having a public relationship with Chu Yu, it is that her manager will no longer force her to lose weight!
When her manager saw Chu Yu and the mouse, it was as if they had seen a cat.
The visiting fans came in at this time. The excited little fans looked around for a while, and soon locked their eyes on their idols!
The three of them were all together, so the two fans who were originally clearly separated in the cheering uniforms suddenly merged into one, and there was me in you and you in me, and they rushed towards the three people beside the pony.
Fortunately, the meal was almost finished at this time, and the assistant hurriedly took away the boxed lunch together with the ponytail, leaving room for the excited fans.
Wen Run greeted her own milk powder with curved eyebrows. His eyes were attracted by their uniform support uniforms.
Probably the milk powder has a heart overflowing with maternal love. Their cheering uniforms are milky yellow, and there is a Q version of a large feeding bottle printed on the chest. The reduced version of Wen Run is sitting in the feeding bottle, with a few stupid hairs on her head. Alice, very cute.
If you carefully compare the cartoon characters with real people, you will find that the paintings are actually very vivid.
Zheng Xuan and Liu Feng organized the fans to line up together so that they would not be crowded. Wen Run talked to the fans in front of him in a good-tempered manner, with a gentle smile on his face from beginning to end.
The event was organized by the support group, with big fans taking the lead to restrain the fans, so the scene was fairly orderly. The fans lined up excitedly and restrainedly, handed over the gifts they brought to the assistant, and waited excitedly for Wen Run to sign. The fans who came had great expectations, so Wen Run signed everyone. Finally, I took a photo with the fans, and after the lunch break, I sent the excited fans away.
The gifts brought by the fans were checked by the assistant and sent to Wenrun's room for storage. After the show in the evening, Wen Run washed away his exhaustion, remembered the gift from the fans and ran to unwrap it before he saw it.
Because I said before that no valuables are accepted, most of the gifts sent by fans are handmade gadgets or snacks. Although they are not worth much, they are all very delicate. We put it together and took a photo, and we are going to post it on Weibo to thank you.
Assistant Liu Feng passed by and saw a box of pink heart-shaped mochi on the top, and said with a smile: "These fans also have a heart, making a small snack is so cute."
Wen Run also smiled, these little gifts are really thoughtful, and the shapes are very cute, it looks like a little girl's thoughts, no wonder Liu Feng likes them. There are two boxes of mochi, one pink and one milky yellow. Wen Run gave her the pink box, "I can't eat so much."
Liu Feng was not shy either, and took it with a smile. The pink mochi looked cute, so she unpacked it, pinched one and put it in her mouth. After chewing it twice, her expression changed and she rushed to the trash can Spit it out.
"What's wrong?" Wen Run was taken aback, but saw that the things she vomited were still mixed with blood.
"Inside, hidden, things." Liu Feng hurt his tongue, and his speech was a little awkward. She didn't care about the dirt, and reached out to pinch the spit out mochi, and found a short and sharp needle inside.
Wen Run's face changed, and he picked up a box of mochi that had fallen on the ground, and carefully opened one, only to find that there was an identical short needle hidden in the middle.
He opened the whole box and inspected it. There were six mochi in one box, each of which contained needles, and he opened the unopened box, which also contained needles.
"Rinse your mouth, I'll ask Brother Zheng to take you to the hospital first." Wen Run gave her a bottle of mineral water, and then knocked on Zheng Xuan's door.
Zheng Xuan came over to check the situation and sent Liu Feng to the hospital first.
Wen Run notified the director and Xie Yupan Chuyu. Xie Yupan and Chu Yu also received a lot of gifts today, Wen Run was afraid that they would encounter this kind of thing, so he specially reminded them not to eat the snacks given by fans.
When Liu Feng came back from the hospital after treating his wound, Zheng Xuan directly called the police. Liu Feng's injury was not serious, but the needle pricked his tongue. But the nature of this matter is very bad. The person who gave the gift must be found.
It's just that there are too many fans who gave gifts today, and the heads are mixed. The two boxes of mochi were mixed in a pile of presents, and they were not eye-catching. Even if the monitoring was adjusted, the person who gave the gift could not be found.
Zheng Xuan contacted the person in charge of the visit in private. The person in charge is Wen Run's die-hard fan. Hearing that Wen Run was almost injured, he blamed himself and was angry. He took the initiative to find out all the fans who visited the class today and check them out one by one.
This kind of organized class visit activities requires registration in advance. The big fan found out the list, and then went to the registered fans to check what gifts they gave one by one. After checking and listing the form, they sent it to Zheng Xuan.
Most of the information listed in the form is correct, only four people did not reply to the message.
Zheng Xuan told the person in charge of the result, and the person in charge checked the fan information again and told him that a fan called "Yang Yang Loves to Eat Grass" could not be contacted.
The timing of this fan's appearance is also very coincidental. She has only been in the support group for more than a week, but she is very active in the group, and she is very generous. She is very willing to spend money on idols, so she quickly talked to fans in the group Mixed. It just so happened that this trip was organized, and she naturally participated.
Now this always active fan has lost contact after visiting the class, and the person in charge gave Zheng Xuan the QQ of the fan and the contact information left behind.
After Zheng Xuan got it, he gave the police a copy of the information about the fan, and on the other side, he also found people to check it.