The Whole Empire Raises Me

Chapter 55

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Everyone guessed that Chi Yan could cook, but they didn't expect him to cook so well.

Spicy chicken with bright reddish-brown oily outside, charred outside and tender inside, fresh and mellow mushroom chicken soup, stir-fried three delicacies... Plates and plates of dishes comparable to famous chefs were served, and everyone's mouth watered.

The guest next to him murmured: "Ah Ze, you are so lucky to have met such a wonderful actor as Chi Yingdi..."

Wen Xingze's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't expect to hear the guest say in the next second: "... such a good teacher."

The teacher-student relationship between the two has spread throughout the program group through the director's mouth, and it has become a good talk. It is said that the post-editing will also play up this aspect.

After all, the relationship between Chi Yan and Wen Xingze is really cute like a kindergarten teacher with a child. This kind of relationship between an industry actor and a newcomer actor is still unique, and it is definitely innovative!

Wen Xingze didn't know that things had developed like this, so he listened to a few words in a fog and missed the key point, so he went back to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

When it was completely dark outside the window, the hot pot inside was also set up.

Half of it is a rich bone broth white pot, with reed chicken soup as the base, which is a kind of bubbling milky white. The other half is a spicy red pot, with bright red dried peppers rolling inside, giving off a thick, fresh and attractive oily sheen.

"It's too delicious!" All the guests including Wen Xingze cried. The soup base of the hot pot is also made by Chi Yan.

And the ingredients are all from the botanical garden, needless to say the taste, the vegetables are sweet and crisp, especially the pepper, which has a just right spicy feeling, spicy but not greasy, it is the finishing touch as a seasoning, the fresh and oily beef roll One bite into the mouth makes people salivate continuously, and there is a sense of pleasure that wants to continue to eat after eating.

"Is the pepper we grow so delicious?" Professor Guo was the most moved person. He took off his foggy glasses and wiped it, then raised his wine glass, "We can grow such a delicious pepper, and then use this pepper Cooking a hot pot meal is the original intention of my career... "

Other guests: "..." Isn't this original intention a bit too hasty? !

Wen Xingze was especially able to understand Professor Guo's thoughts. He smiled so much that his eyes were bent, and he suddenly looked at Chi Yan.

Chi Yan is the kind of person who doesn't eat or sleep. From the moment he sat down, he just quietly picked up two chopsticks for Wen Xingze, but he no longer looked out of place while sitting in this bustling world of fireworks. up.

Chi Yan looked at him inexplicably.

"It's also my original intention." Wen Xingze took Chi Yan's hand under the table. Chi Yan's fingers were well knuckle and his fingertips were warm, and he quickly held his hand back.

At that time, when I entered the entertainment industry, I wanted to earn some money and live a life that I could eat well, and the second was to think that if I had the opportunity in the future, I could sit at the same table with Chi Yan and eat and talk like friends.

"Can I kiss you when I get back from filming the variety show?" Wen Xingze said in a volume that only two people could hear.

Chi Yan's breathing was stagnant, and he didn't answer this question. During the dinner, Chi Yan went to pour wine, and called Wen Xingze's name, as if he wanted to say something to him: "Wen Xingze."

"Is there something to talk about? Is it important?" Wen Xingze followed while holding the cup.

Chi Yan hummed lightly and said, "It's important."

Wen Xingze sobered up his brain: "You say."

Chi Yan's right fingertips caressed the back of Wen Xingze's neck, and kissed him with lowered eyes in a dark corner where no one could see.

Then say, "It's over."

As he spoke, Chi Yan even smiled a little, very faintly, like the hazy gleam of the moment when the ice and snow melted.

Wen Xingze: "..."

Wen Xingze: "..."

help! ! !

Wen Xingze walked back to the table and sat down on the same hand, raised his head and drank the whole glass of wine, tons and tons. Wen Xingze remembered his original intention of entering the entertainment circle again, how could he resist this

There are a lot of materials available for this segment, and the photographers are all watching the camera quietly, and now the photographers are taking a break.

In the middle of the shooting, Wen Xingze went to bring food to the photographers and staff. They have a lot of ingredients for hot pot, and the rinsed ingredients are smashed into small disposable paper bowls, which is a snack, which can fill the stomach to some extent.

Inspired by Wen Xingze, the program team simply scooped up a large spoon and left. In order to thank the botanical garden for its support for the recording work today, it seems that they are going to send it to other staff of the botanical garden.

"Ah Ze, come and play mahjong, the loser has a drink." At this time, the drink was over half, and everyone was full but not satisfied. Professor Guo patted Wen Xingze on the shoulder and called him to play mahjong.

Of course it is not a mahjong table, but a kind of card mahjong.

Wen Xingze: "Okay."

After Professor Guo dealt out the cards, Wen Xingze said half a minute later, "Nonsense."

Everyone: "? Ton, ton, ton."

The second round started, and after another 20 seconds, Wen Xingze said, "It's all the same, you're stupid."

Everyone: "?? Ton ton ton."

Wen Xingze just after the cards were dealt in the third and fourth rounds: "Uh... nonsense."

Everyone: ""

Wen Xingze was also shocked, it's a little strange that he's lucky today!

Soon Wen Xingze was sent off for disturbing the rhythm of the game: "..."

Also sent off was Professor Guo, who was extremely bad at playing cards. Mahjong is one of the rare things that Chi Yan can't understand. He has been reading Xingze's cards very seriously since just now, but he has never been able to provide constructive advice, which makes him seem a little frustrated.

"It's really rare, hiccup," Professor Guo drank almost unconscious, and said to Wen Xingze with no exception, "When I first met you, Mr. Chi, he was not what he is now, and he is fine now... Really it is good… "

Professor Guo met Chi Yan about ten years ago. At that time, he was very worried about this young man with a lonely temperament.

Wen Xingze thought about this sentence for a while, and wanted to hear more about what Professor Guo said about Chi Yan's past, but Professor Guo was already drunk in a daze, so Wen Xingze didn't continue to ask.

On such a windy autumn night, sitting under the eaves with a couple of friends, eating a steaming hot pot, and opening two bottles of wine, it really feels like all the flavors of the world are in it.

At the end of the recording, the staff and guests clinked wine glasses with each other, and the clang sounded like wind chimes, and the camera recorded this ordinary and warm scene:

"Respect the world."

In the glass greenhouse of the botanical garden, a food blogger is taking pictures. She is one of the most well-known food up hosts on the domestic video network. Because "All Flavors of the World" was recorded in the Botanical Garden today, she also cooperated with the TV station for this episode of the video, and it will be published online as the promotion of "All Flavors of the World" at that time.

"It would be great if I could meet the guests who recorded the show, but I couldn't. What's the point of letting us come here to shoot these flowers, plants and crops?" The assistant in the same company has already complained, "We are making food videos, This botanical garden has nothing to do with gourmet food, it is at best a farmhouse!"

They have a variety of styles of food videos, including self-produced and published recipes, and popular ones that taste various high-end restaurants and high-end ingredients, such as Michelin three stars and French blue lobster. They are the latter.

These vegetables and fruits cultivated in the botanical garden, even if the cultivation experts have devoted their efforts, how delicious can they be? But there is a gimmick to return to a simple life. They also need to pay attention to the number of views when making videos. After all, bloggers need to have a meal.

They didn't take any useful material for most of the day today, and they are still working on a hungry stomach. The little assistant is very irritable, and can't help but continue to say: "Nowadays, young people are not willing to come to this botanical garden. Only elementary and junior high schools require popular science. I just came for an autumn outing, there is nothing to do, and the food is just so-so... "

This botanical garden was insisted on opening by a cultivation expert of the previous generation, so that the younger generation can understand them and the world they love. However, according to the current traffic of the botanical garden, it may be closed completely in the past two years. It has become a closed research and cultivation base.

"Don't complain," the blogger liked the botanical garden in his heart, but what the little assistant said was indeed true, she stopped the little assistant, "We'll shoot for another hour and call it a day—hey, did you smell the smell? Son, it smells so good!"

The two moved their noses at the same time.

… It really is!

At first they thought it was a hallucination from being too hungry, but as they got closer to it, the scent became more intense. The spicy taste mixed with the steam of the rich soup is very tempting.

When I got closer, there was a small queue downstairs. There were staff in front of me distributing paper bowls, and there was a sense of bustle and noise for a while.

You must know that because the recorded programs are all big figures, the botanical garden is closed today, and those who can come in are either staff and researchers, or food bloggers and the like. It can be seen that so many people can still gather together.

The food blogger was about to ask a question when he suddenly heard a commotion in front—

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo L L L l L L L L t t h i t h i s t i o u t h o u t i t h o u t h i o u s

"I want to ask too."

"Someone took it once and quietly queued up, report it!"

Those who lined up for the second time received a unanimous accusation from all members, and were kicked out disheveledly with a small paper bowl.

Both the blogger and the little assistant were surprised: "What are you posting before?"

The person in front of them explained: "It was distributed for free by the program team of "A Hundred Flavors of the World". It seems that I have cooked too much. By the way, I will reward everyone. All the ingredients used are from the botanical garden... Ah! It's up to me!"

The person in front jumped up while talking. The blogger didn't believe it at first, until they were in line, and she went up to get a small bowl.

——The oil soup just out of the oven is still warm, the bright red chili is rolled in the butter bone soup, covered with a layer of hot spicy oil, fatty beef rolls, duck tongue, lamb, hairy tripe and fresh egg dumplings... Filled with various ingredients, put down a piece of green lettuce.

It's just the simplest small paper bowl with bamboo sticks, which is completely incomparable with the tableware of high-end restaurants, and the environment is only in this kind of roadside street with autumn wind blowing.

But after biting down on the fat beef dripping with rich and spicy soup, the heat is warm from the throat to the stomach, the forehead is sweating, and the cheeks are hot. Just one bite makes people recall the most simple and delicious food.

Of course, the crops in the botanical garden are all carefully improved and cultivated by experts, coupled with the planting skills of Wen Xingze's fairy filter, and Chi Yan's cooking skills, not everyone can enjoy this small bowl.

"Hey, hey - this is too delicious, isn't it?!"

The little assistant was the first to fall. They have been filming food vlogs for almost three years. They never thought that they could encounter this kind of food that made them cry... The most important thing is the pepper. I can’t tell you the specifics. The different feeling of chili makes the whole hot pot have a soul at once.

"Oh my god," the blogger couldn't help asking the same question as others, and stepped forward, "We are here to shoot a collaboration video, can I buy this pepper?"

The staff member recalled: "The pepper seems to be a seed selected by Professor Guo himself, but it was ruined today, and then Wen Xingze planted it again—hey, did the pepper he planted today grow? It may be me. misremembered."

The wizard filter will be of great help to planting skills and planting effects. The peppers that Wen Xingze planted in the afternoon have gradually matured in the evening. The guests who went to pick them did not pay much attention to the crops.

"...In any case, the crops planted by the guests in this issue of "Best Flavors in the World" will be sold at a low price on the official website after they mature, and all the money will be donated to charity organizations," the staff said with a smile, "you can wait until then." Look."

This has always been the tradition of "All Flavors of the World". For example, in the previous issue of ceramics, the clay made by the guests will be sold on the official website at a low price and then donated to the corresponding research institutes, charities or craftsmen. It's more fans.

After all, celebrities are not professional, what can a short half-day training do? As a fan benefit, it is okay.

This food blogger is actually a fan of Wen Xingze, and this hot pot is so delicious, there is a feeling of dream linkage for a while, which makes him even more excited.

"Okay, I will support you as soon as possible!" The assistant's attitude is completely opposite to the initial complaint, and the blogger is also very happy to look forward to it, "I know that Aze can act, play suona, do magic, and look at Fengshui. Didn't expect him to be able to farm? I don't know how much this man has?!"

With so many vegetables grown, it should not be impossible to buy, the blogger thinks so.

But she never expected that three months later, not only the batch of peppers planted by Wen Xingze, but also all the crops on the official website of the botanical garden were almost sold out...

Shaar, an elf priest, walked into the deep forest.

On a moonless night, a silver-white unicorn followed him, stepping on the wind. The dark elves stood on both sides with their lamps, countless pairs of dark red eyes stared at the road in the deep forest, and the silver chains on their ankles rattled.

I don't know which elf will be called to meet the king. All of this is decided by the light tower. No matter who it is, the elves will not complain.

Priest Shaar has walked this road twice.

The first time was when the elves were picked up by the king.

All the elves were born on the same day. Every year when winter turns to spring, the snow on the holy tree melts, and the souls of the elves are born from the branches.

The elves are always homeless, because the dark elves are rejected by all things. The planet they live in is withered, and the country they live in is in war. They are accompanied by light, songs, and blessings, and they are also accompanied by war, poverty, and plague.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but every birthday of the elves happens to be in the period of the dark elves, and they have never received a gift—it’s not accurate to say that, on that birthday more than fifty years ago, they were on Red Saturn at that time. A certain country in which they live temporarily, the ruler of that country gave them a 'gift'.

——They were pleasantly surprised to open the gift box with happy birthday written on the surface, and found that it was full of rotten tomatoes and a cosmic deportation warrant.

The elves like to plant, and the soil conditions of Red Saturn are harsh. Those tomatoes were cultivated by the elves for a long time, originally as a reward for the Red Saturn who took them in.

The elves left that planet in despair, and began to wander without bounds. They even deceived themselves in the day-to-day persuasion, thinking that elves love freedom by nature, and they don't need to return home.

… until that birthday twenty-eight years ago, they had their first birthday in their lives. After returning from a long expedition, His Majesty the little king gave them a home and accompanied them to plant seeds on this desolate planet that would not be cursed.

This made the elves fearful.

They know far more deeply than any other race that the more they get, the greater the price they will pay. The things that Wen Xingze gave them were almost priceless, even if they paid all the luck of the light elves, it would be difficult to repay them, and they might die in a second.

They are not afraid of death, but the home that the king gave them does not want to be handed over to others like this.

Then the king demanded a price from them.

"I want to eat tomato scrambled eggs." Wen Xingze was a little sleepy. He touched the ears of the elves, and his voice was like snowflakes falling and melting at the end of winter. "Tomato scrambled eggs are always gods!"

Elves: "..."

Tomato scrambled eggs... God forever

Just as absurd as the alias of the Light Gift Festival, the Roasted Chicken Drumstick Festival, the alias of the main star of the elves is called tomato scrambled eggs.

Many years later, they still remember the taste of the tomato scrambled eggs they ate with Zai Zai that day. This made them quickly forget the year-round homelessness, the rotten tomatoes in the birthday gift box, and the feeling of being rejected by the whole world.

"..."

"Boom—"

Memory comes back.

Accompanied by the gazes of the dark elves and the distant songs that came from nowhere, the priest Shaar reached the end of the road, and the pendulum of the temple struck the hour and then stopped.

The blond-haired green-eyed elf slowly opened his eyes.

The sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves stagnated, and he heard sounds similar to car horns, noisy street advertisements, high heels stepping on the asphalt road, and...

"Boom—"

At eight o'clock in the evening, the earth, the capital of China.

The film "Dust Planet" had an open audition scene, and there was a lot of voices. Compared with other auditions, this place is very special: most of the parents take their children to sign up and get the number. If you look carefully, there are dolls everywhere, and the staff even hold colorful balloons.

This is the selection of the starring boy of "Dust Planet". The director does not intend to select actors among child actors, but decides to open the casting. The so-called open casting means that it can be recommended by the school or the parents bring their children to sign up. As long as they can find the young actor they like, they don't worry about the large amount of work.

"Let's give way to the front, the parents line up with the young actors, and the auditions will start soon... Damn it!"

The staff led the reporter in hurriedly and almost knelt down.

Among the bustling crowd, a tall man stood quietly among the rushing crowd, like a visitor from outside the world. He was dressed in a snow-white and complicated priestly suit, with pointed ears, an emerald gem on his forehead, and long light golden hair like a waterfall pouring down to his ankles.

In the tranquility that was incompatible with the chaotic and crowded audition field, he held the umbrella handle to block the falling light.

People around looked sideways.

The man has a kind of terrifying aesthetic feeling that seems harmless, but makes people's hairs stand on end inexplicably. This made them hardly dare to make loud noises, let alone take out their mobile phones to take pictures, and they only dared to talk quietly after walking a long distance.

"... cosplay? Model?"

"It's so pretty, isn't it a foreigner? He seemed to say something about Saravaka Xingzhe just now. He's a star chaser?"

"My god, good-looking is good-looking, but if you look at him twice, you will feel scared. I just looked at him for half a second, and my back broke out in cold sweat!"

The man also looked around with gentle and slightly curious eyes, but he didn't seem to find the person he was looking for, so the man quickly lost interest and walked out.

He brushed shoulders with field handlers and reporters.

The reporter came here to randomly select three to four interviews from the parents, but at this time, he was also thinking about it, and couldn't help reaching out to stop the man: "Sorry to bother you, sir—you are also bringing a child to participate in the audition parents?"

Maybe it's because the keywords 'children' and 'parents' are captured.

Priest Shaar finally stopped and looked towards the reporter slowly. Two seconds later, he smiled distressedly and said, "Our child got lost with me, and I'm looking for him."

He said that the pronunciation of the first two words was still a bit awkward, but it quickly became smooth and natural after that. The elves have extremely high language learning ability.

"Lost it?! That's too dangerous," the field manager was speechless, "What's your child's name? Come with me, and I'll adjust the surveillance for you."

Xia Ya looked as usual: "Wen Xingze."

Field Service:"?"

reporter:"???"

The two exchanged eye contact, and the field manager whispered, "This is the legendary mother...is the father a fan?"

"..." the reporter said even more quietly, "No male mothers!"

The elder elf priest was getting impatient, and there was nothing worth wasting his precious time with Zaizai.

But the long-standing etiquette and the idea of setting an example for the cubs as a parent prevailed, so Xiaya gave up the idea of blowing up the audition field after hesitation.

The reporter coughed and said, "Can I interview you with a few questions, up to two minutes, it won't take up too much of your time."

Char: "..."

The elf priest took a deep breath, then smiled: "I'm in a hurry."

"Parents and children who participate in the interview will get surprise prizes." The reporter really didn't want to let go of this interview opportunity, because there is obviously a very interesting interview subject in front of him, and there may be some famous scenes, "It's SpongeBob SquarePants Balloons and…”

The reporter held the microphone to the elf's lips as he spoke.

Shaar glanced at this thing. The microphone was too unfamiliar to the residents of the interstellar era. They all directly picked up the sound with miniature cameras.

Coupled with the fact that he was a little impatient, the elven priest snapped his fingers, and the microphone was quickly pulled into the air by an unknown force and buried in the soil. A silver-gray plant quickly took root and sprouted from the asphalt road. Kazuki's microphones are about to grow... Microphones...

reporter:"???"

"It's not easy to grow," Shaar commented politely. "Do humans like to eat this kind of thing? My kids don't like it very much."

reporter:"?"

Shaar snapped his fingers, that weird plant disappeared again, everything was like a dream. The reporter shivered, took two steps back, and fell to the ground.

next second.

Shaar's pointed ears raised slightly, and he looked at a certain place seriously.

The registration for the audition venue is about to close, the parents have already led their children to line up, and the staff at the registration office hold the horns.

Because this audition is for child actors, in order to take care of the feelings of children and parents, the staff is like a kindergarten teacher: "Our audition will officially start in 20 minutes, tell me loudly, who My little baby is the cutest—"

The eyes of the parents present suddenly lit up, full of ambition: "My family! My baby is the cutest!"

Elf: "..."

The audition sign-up point was right next to them, and the staff member was speaking so loudly that it was hard to ignore.

"My child is the cutest." The elf priest casually glanced at the staff member and stated the facts objectively. "There is no need to argue about this issue."

After a whole day, the staff saw a lot of parents like this, and said some stereotypes: "After all, we are auditioning... To be honest, parents have some filters when they see their children..."

I have to admit that children are very cute, but this "cutest"... is mostly just an illusion of parents, which is also a big truth.

Elf: "Everyone knows my baby is the cutest."

The staff looked forgiving, and comforted them in a tone of obvious disbelief: "? Oh, hahaha, you say yes."

Elf: "... "

Immediately afterwards, the last number plate in the hands of the staff was suddenly taken away.

The elven priest, who always had a gentle expression and was able to handle a task with ease, unexpectedly put on a straight face, leading the number plate and starting to line up from the end of the line expressionlessly.

... At the same time, on the live channel of "Zai Zai Raising Project", just like Xia Ya, the parents of the entire Muse Empire have simultaneously expanded their desire to show off their babies and win and lose to an unprecedented level.

Who's the cutest baby

Is not this nonsensical!

"..."

Wen Xingze, who was about to pass by in ten minutes, said, "...Ah Choo?"