After the guests spread the positive energy in turn, the recording of the entire program ended.
Backstage, they had to change out of their wet clothes first.
There is a locker room for each male and female. Rong Yuheng took off the show crew's clothes, changed back to his own, and reached for the phone as soon as he put his hand in his pocket.
When I opened it, I saw Xu Sun's information, and two missed calls from his son-in-law.
Rong Yuheng paused with his fingers, and then opened WeChat again—except for the routine water group of "STAR-T", the other dialog boxes were completely silent.
"Rongbao, close the zipper, it will be cold when you go out." Su Yuyin called out to him, but found that the man was distracted again, "... Little baby Rongrong? Little treasure? Little scallop??"
Rong Yuheng was called three times before turning around slowly, drawing again in front of Su Yuyin, "Ah...?"
Su Yuyin was speechless, "Why do you look like a little dementia?"
"It's alright." Rong Yuheng put away the phone and zipped up.
It's strange, why didn't his owner Wen send him a message
The program was recorded for several hours. Ever since he reported to him that he was going to record "Treasure Hunt" in the morning, Wen Zezhen has not replied.
... Rong Yuheng's hand pulling the zipper suddenly paused, and then he pouted in disbelief - he must have fallen out of favor!
If a pet falls out of favor, it really becomes a domestic animal!
At this time, Rong Yuheng didn't know that his feeder Wen was busy sneaking into the game after receiving the news, and he also tried to create coincidences and surprises. After the event was completed, he fell into a person's excitement, and he simply forgot to reply to his news.
Rong Yuheng walked out of the locker room in a complicated mood, and saw Yang Wen waiting at the door.
Yang Wen's expression was serious, and when he saw Rong Yuheng, he immediately waved, "Come on, Xiaorong."
Su Yuyin and Ji Yan left consciously when they saw this. Rong Yuheng followed Yang Wen into his lounge, and the latter poured a cup of hot water and handed it over, "Sit down and warm your hands."
"Thank you, Director Yang."
Yang Wen sat on the sofa beside Rong Yuheng, frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly apologized, "Sorry, we really missed when we selected people."
When Rong Yuheng heard the words, he knew that he was talking about Liu Wanjing.
"It's okay, I don't even know why he targeted me."
Yang Wen asked him, "Do you think about who you have and who have you married?"
Rong Yuheng opened his small paws and started counting...
Yang Wen saw that his hands were not enough after counting rounds, and almost choked: Why so many!
Rong Yuheng counted it to no avail, and could only ask, "Which company is Liu Wanjing from?"
"SH Keshi Entertainment."
Rong Yuheng shook his head, still at a loss.
Yang Wen added, "The boss behind it is Maixiang Yogurt."
Rong Yuheng hummed "um". He intends to go back and let Ming Xuan good Sun check the origin of this. If there is really a problem, then there will be a debt and an owner.
Yang Wen didn't dare to offend Rong Yuheng at all now. He sometimes panics when he is idle, and he can't help but guess what is Rong Yuheng doing in the entertainment circle with such a respected golden Buddha
"We will replace Liu Wanjing, you can rest assured. You are the resident of this show, and you are not him." Yang Wen comforted Rong Yuheng, and sighed again, "He really can't support the wall. Yes, he was originally a second-tier and third-tier person. He was good at hosting, but he didn't have to pay too much to invite him here. As a result, this was done secretly... Xiaorong, you are your own person, so I will give you the bottom line. "
Rong Yuheng sipped the tea and listened obediently, "Director Yang, say it."
Yang Wen said, "At first, I thought, our show is new, it's hard to say whether it can be a hit. Teacher Su is my good friend, and I came to help out because of my face. Later, you joined, and I didn't expect the response to be very good. I just think this show should be able to rank in the top ten of variety shows."
Yang Wen said that he leaned closer to Rong Yuheng, "But now I have the confidence to rank in the top five, do you know why?"
"..." Rong Yuheng found that Yang Wen was also a talker, and he didn't focus on talking for a long time. He patiently and humbly asked for advice, "Why is this?"
Yang Wen's eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, "I just received the news that Mr. Wen Zezhen and Wen are coming to our variety show!"
"Pfft!" Rong Yuheng spat out a sip of tea.
Fortunately, he responded quickly and turned around in time to avoid spraying on Yang Wen's face.
He patted his little chest violently, coughing so hard, "cough cough cough cough cough...!!"
Yang Wen was quite proud, "How is it, surprise?"
Rong Yuheng almost turned his back, "cough cough... startled, cough cough!!!"
Whether you like it or not, it's really surprising.
Rong Yuheng drank two more sips of tea and managed to slow down. Then he probed his head and asked carefully, "Mr. Wen is coming? Why, the resident is still an ordinary guest?"
"His agent said that if he can't stay permanently, he can come for one issue. What can't he do? I wish he would come every issue." Yang Wen slapped his thigh, "Mr. Wen, if the schedule can be adjusted, I'm sure Let him stay there!"
Rong Yuheng bit the rim of the teacup and lowered his eyes, and said in a loud voice, "Oh... I've never heard of this."
Generally speaking, good friends will talk more or less when they want to appear on the same show. What's more, the relationship between the owner and the hamster should be closer - just like Wen Zezhen said "my hamster", there is always a sense of exclusiveness in it.
Rong hamster held the front teeth and slammed the cup with resentment... Sure enough, he fell out of favor!
Yang Wen didn't know what he was thinking, so he said, "Then didn't I tell you? There are three permanent residents now, Mr. Su, Mr. Wen, and you! Oh, can my show not explode? Don't worry. , after you finish recording the show, the number of fans will definitely increase!"
Rong Yuheng nodded slightly.
Go up, go up, raise your worth a little bit, he feels that the owner is about to look down on him.
…
Returning to the dormitory from the show crew, Rong Yuheng slumped back onto the bed.
I don't need to record albums for the past few days, and STAR-T's friends have all taken over their work.
Huang Jianing was still asking in the group, "I'll be back at seven o'clock in the evening, does anyone want to bring something?"
Rong Yuheng thought for a while, then replied, "Low-gluten flour, glutinous rice flour, butter, whipped cream."
Huang Jianing gently took out the question mark, "Are you going to change careers?"
Rong Yuheng, "I'm about to degenerate my species." From pets to livestock.
Huang Jianing wasn't aware of it, but he chose to obey.
In the evening, only Huang Jianing and Bian Chen came back. Shan Qi and Zou Yi have always had a lot of work, and they are still shooting outside at the moment; Tang Ji is the type to do big things in a mute voice, and her diligence is almost as hard as that of Shan Qi, often leaving early and returning late.
Huang Jianing put the ingredients in the kitchen, and Rong Yuheng slipped in to prepare dessert.
Beating eggs, adding sugar and pouring milk, Rong Yuheng was stirring when Huang Jianing came over, "What are you doing?"
Without raising his head, he said, "Thousand Layers."
"Oh, you still know this?" Huang Jianing heard him say "Thousand Layers", and a faint sense of subtlety emerged in his heart, as if he had overlooked some hidden connection.
Rong Yuheng said, "In the past, when I was studying abroad, the cooking class in the school was all taught in western pastry."
Huang Jianing's attention was instantly diverted!
"Study abroad?? West Point???" He widened his eyes, "Fuck, isn't it? Your home... No, that... "
Rong Yuheng was helpless, "I said it long ago, there is nothing wrong with my family."
"Fuck, f*ck, f*ck!" Huang Jianing grumbled several times in succession, feeling both shocked and curious, "Really? Where did you study abroad? Why did others say your family was not good before?"
"Country Y, I came back when I was a junior and participated in the draft directly." Rong Yuheng's subordinates kept going, shaking Huang Jianing's crisp heart with a flat tone, "I don't know how everyone made up their minds... If we go back to the source, it's Teacher Song's foolish pot."
Huang Jianing had seen the video of the audition, and when he heard the words, he fell into silence for half a minute, "... When I watched it before, I was completely misled, and I didn't doubt it at all. Listening to you now, it seems like You really never said your family was in a bad situation."
Rong Yuheng had already stirred the custard and started to sift the powder. The white dust fell on his face, making him look like a snack waiting to be eaten.
Rong Yuheng lifted his lips and blew the powder on the tip of his nose, "People's prejudices are like mountains, and Yugong can't move them."
"..." Huang Jianing didn't know what to say for a while.
He is still in strong aftershocks.
I went to study in country Y, and also studied western pastry, and Rong Yuheng didn't look like a pheasant university. Huang Jianing watched the former deftly melt butter and mix it into the batter. The warm light from the kitchen hit Rong Yuheng's quiet side face. When he didn't speak, his temperament was really warm and jade-like.
During the brief silence, Bian Chen suddenly entered the kitchen, calmly stretched his head behind his back, "What are you doing?"
Rong Yuheng felt like he was getting hot air in his ear hole, so he couldn't help but turn his head away, "Don't blow my earwax into the batter, I made it to give away."
Bian Chen, "..." He found that Rong Yuheng's speech to him became more and more vulgar.
Huang Jianing was shocked again, "I thought you made it for yourself!"
Rong Yuheng said, "I'll order takeout if I eat it myself, and it's only sincere if I give it away by myself."
Bian Chen stabbed him with his hand, "What about you, what did you do?"
Rong Yuheng said, "Thousand layers."
Bian Chen frowned, "Malou..." He raised his eyelids to take a look at Rong Yuheng's profile, only to see the latter's eyelashes drooping with a rare serious look, "Ms. Wen's fan group is not called 'Melaleus' '?"
Rong Yuheng turned his head and looked surprised, "Really?"
This time, it was Bian Chen's turn to be stunned, "You don't know?"
He just suddenly thought of the cp of Wen Zezhen x Rong Yuheng that appeared in the topic of "Ace Creation Star", and then he asked tentatively.
… Could it be that I think too much
Rong Yuheng said, "I rarely pay attention to these."
"All right."
Bian Chen and Huang Jianing both knew where the boundaries of being friends were. Seeing that Rong Yuheng didn't say who it was for, they didn't ask any further questions. They went upstairs to rest after eating something.
The troublesome thing about making Melaleuca is that it needs to make a lot of dough, add cream and mango chunks layer by layer, and stack them up. The formed lasagna layer is ready to freeze in the refrigerator.
He sent a message to Wen Zezhen.
[Rong Yuheng]: I made dessert for you, I can't keep it for too long, I'll bring it to you when I have time.
He originally called "Feeder" at the beginning, but he was a little embarrassed and deleted it again.
After sending the message, Rong Yuheng went upstairs to wash up. When he came out, he saw that there were three missed calls from Wen Zezhen, and there was a message in the WeChat dialog box.
[Wen Zezheng]: My little hamster also knows to feed back to the owner, so good. Are you free tomorrow, I'll pick you up
Rong Yuheng became bright in an instant, and the little awkwardness in his heart was instantly smoothed out - he is still very favored!
[Rong Yuheng]: Come and catch me when you are free!
[Wen Zezheng]: Call me when you wake up.
[Rong Yuheng]: Then I'm going to bed, good night, owner~ [Sea Otter squinting.jpg]
[Wen Zezheng]: Good night cub [sea otter squinting.jpg]
…
Wen Zezhen hung up the phone and immediately sent a big red envelope to Qu Youhe.
[Qu Youhe]: ?
[Wen Zezhen]: Can we change the time for tomorrow's one-person interview
Qu Youhe's eyes widened—it's almost twelve o'clock! It's almost tomorrow, you tell me this? ? Still "what", what kind of cute are you selling? Brother Tseng! !
[Qu Youhe]: Do you have something to do
[Wen Zezheng]: Well, if I have something to do and can't leave, I can get paid for nothing.
I go! Qu Youhe felt that his blood pressure was about to rise. For interviews like this, little stars will be paid for doing it, but Wen Zezhen will be paid for doing it.
Wen Zezhen also wrapped himself a big red envelope of 2,000 yuan, and he didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow.
Qu Youhe made a phone call.
When the phone was connected, Wen Zezhen on the other end said "Hello?", her voice still panting.
Qu Youhe was silent for a second, "Brother Chen, what are you doing?"
Wen Zezhen's voice showed the excitement after restraint, "I'm punching!"
"… "
Wen Zezhen felt that he was about to explode with excitement. His little hamster really made sweet desserts for him, and he even offered to come to him!
With nowhere to vent his energy, he started punching in the room.
Qu Youhe has now adapted to Wen Zezhen's attacks from time to time, and can even adjust his mentality to make a few jokes,
"I said what's the big deal? Feelings are going to fight bandits tomorrow, right? Still boxing, Wing Chun or Tai Chi?"
Wen Zezhen put down the phone and turned on the loudspeaker, as always, with a sense of ritual.
He made a move, his strong forearm line was smooth and beautiful, but his tone was a little rippling, and Qu Youhe could hear the secret smugness in it through the receiver:
"I do military boxing to keep fit!"
The author has something to say: Wen Zezhen: I heard that everyone misses me very much (fighting.gif)