Some speechless director Zhao quickly discovered something more speechless.
Just now, Shen Yichong, who ordered them for takeaway, went to the kitchen in person.
Lifting up his shirt sleeves, washing vegetables and omelettes, he moves skillfully and freely. At first glance, he knows that he is a man who usually enters the kitchen.
Soon there was a smell of face in the kitchen, showing that someone's cooking skills are not bad.
When the two large and one small bowls of noodles were brought out, the expressionless Shen Yichong was stopped by Director Zhao.
"Isn't it called takeaway?"
Shen Yichong's dark eyes glanced at him, "Children can't eat takeaway."
Director Zhao Yu was shot in the chest suddenly.
Co-authored, Mr. Shen is indeed a good cook, but he is not open to outsiders.
"Director Zhao, my son can't be in the mirror later, please pay attention."
Shen Yichong prepared breakfast and poured three more glasses of milk out.
Zhao Yu was taken aback, "Okay, but today’s shooting is all day..."
As they were talking, footsteps came from behind them.
Yu Yaoyao changed into a youthful and beautiful suspender skirt and walked down from the second floor with the hand of the little bun.
Shen Rui Baozi, a small one, wearing the sky blue overalls of the same style as Mommy, with a white and translucent small round face, just as cute as a doll made of pink jade.
One big and one small, standing together in parent-child costumes, just a little bit frustrated for the photographer uncles.
Zhao Yu, who just agreed to Shen Yichong's request, really regrets it at this moment.
The little meaty dumpling in front of me will definitely make the girls and mothers in front of the TV scream.
He is so cute.
He darted to the dining table, knowing that he bowed to them and greeted them with a grin.
Be polite and well-behaved.
Even after Yu Yaoyao sat down on the dining table, this little guy tried his best to sway on the children's chair with his little butt, without any help.
After sitting down obediently, he sensibly took the small napkin from the children's chair and tied it around his neck.
All the movements are done in one go.
After putting on the napkin, the little guy also knew that he thoughtfully helped Yu Yaoyao pick up the chopsticks on the table to her.
"Mummy, eat~"
When Zhao Yu saw this, he wanted to talk to Shen Yichong to let his son appear in the editing.
But Shen Yichong helped his son put down the child seat, and his thin lips were lifted, directly negating his concerns.
"You eat it yourself, Mommy is an adult."
"After eating, go out with your Uncle Lin, and he will take you to your favorite zoo."
The little bun bumbled his mouth and hummed softly.
When Yu Yaoyao heard about the zoo, her eyes suddenly darkened.
The place she fears most now is here.
Thinking of her previous treatment, she didn't like the zoo at all.
She quickly gave a bun a regretful look, "Mommy is at home waiting for the good cubs to come back. We will have a water fight tonight, and then we will take a bath together."
Little bun's face gained a little more brilliance, and the corners of his drooping mouth raised a little, and he gave a heavy hmm.
Picking up his small spoon, he quickly stuffed small noodles into his mouth to eat.
One bite after another, the stuffed bulging, it tastes delicious.
Zhao Yu looked at the camera, and soon discovered that Yu Yaoyao next to this little guy was exactly like him.
Her cheeks were more bulging, and she didn't know how many noodles she put in her mouth.
The mother and the child are almost out of the same mold.
Shen Yichong's eyebrows sank: "Eat slowly, otherwise there will be no next meal."
Yu Yaoyao suddenly uttered a pitiful cry, staring at the water, slowly chewing and swallowing.
And Xiao Baozi glanced at Mommy sympathetically, and Xiao Shou helped her smooth her back.
His own small mouth chewed as fast as a hamster.
He patted his back a few times, then retracted his little hand, and put a new bite of noodles into his mouth.
How come there are such a sensible child!
Zhao Yu looked at this picture, and then at the unpredictable Shen Yichong, his expression was a little confused.
How can he be a man who has a successful career, his wife is attractive, and his son can be so sensible
According to the information, this child is less than five years old, right
Zhao Yu remembered that when his son was five and a half years old, he had to feed his mother. Even if he chased him, it would take half an hour to finish a bowl of rice. Eating a meal is like fighting a war.
But this little guy Shen Rui not only eats well by himself, but also knows to take care of mommy's meals!
What a fairy son is this! How did Mr. Shen teach it
Zhao Yu was a little lost.
In a blink of an eye, Xiao Baozi ate a small bowl of noodles completely, not even half of the green onions were left.
Although there was some dismay and regret on the small face, she still obediently carried her small schoolbag and went out with Shen Lin.
After Yu Yaoyao bid farewell to Xiao Baozi affectionately, she instantly collapsed on the sofa.
"Okay, you guys shoot it."
She paralyzed the reality show generously.
Zhao Yu wiped a sweat, "You can do something you usually do at home, any..."
"I usually lie down like this," Yu Yaoyao raised her face, looked at the ceiling, and uttered a sigh of ah from the soul, "Look at the sky, look at the wall, and stay still when you are full, slowly It’s comfortable to digest food..."
Zhao Yu opened his mouth silently, and looked at Shen Yichong next to him for help.
"Let's read the script."
Shen Yichong understood the director's request for help, cast his eyes down at Yu Yaoyao who was paralyzed, and took a small blanket to cover her smooth calf.
"You starred in Zhou's new play, have you finished memorizing the lines?"
"And the final of "Stage", how did you prepare? "Theoretical Foundation of Stage Performance", have you finished reading the book?"
Zhao Yu's originally passionate heart suddenly chilled.
How could the sweet interaction between the two people he was looking forward to instantly turn into the college entrance examination review site
He couldn't help but glanced at Shen Yichong with a grievance.
I thought that there was nothing to take while sleeping, but now that President Shen spoke, there was nothing to take in an instant.
Yu Yaoyao was a paralyzed dream, which was completely shattered in an instant.
She hugged the little blanket almost pitifully, and then struggled.
"Can you... No? I will only set up the makeup tomorrow."
Shen Yichong said coldly, no.
"If you don't read the script, don't understand the characters, how do you take the makeup photo? What expression do you use?"
"The director sees you, you must at least pass the pass, so as not to let the other party down."
Yu Yaoyao instantly narrowed her mouth, her watery eyes filled with depression.
I got up helplessly, moved to the side of the coffee table, and pulled out the script below.
"I'm going to wash the dishes, and I'll recite your lines later."
Shen Yichong leaned over her back, reached out and opened the script she was holding.
From a distance, it was as if he folded her arms and held her petite in his arms.
However, the words spoken are very disruptive to the atmosphere.
"Your play, from this page to the next... Recite three pages, while I was washing the dishes. If I recite a wrong sentence, I will do ten more minutes of yoga tonight."
"Wow!"
Yu Yaoyao was surrounded by a burst of masculine masculinity, feeling a little warm, and wanted to turn around and hug him, but suddenly a bolt from the blue!
She lowered her head and followed his slender fingers, looking at the script that she opened, and she screamed.
"so much?"
"What more?"
Shen Yichong stood up, cast his eyes down, and pierced her mercilessly.
"You played a supporting role, and it took less than half an hour in total."
Yu Yaoyao pursed her lips and looked at him with a little face raised eagerly.
"Then you wash slowly."
"Wash for half an hour?"
There are three bowls in total, plus two pots.
There is also a dishwasher at home.
Shen Yichong's mouth twitched.
For a long time, he reluctantly nodded.
But Yu Yaoyao will never let the director and photographer down.
Just when everyone thought she would start to read the script seriously, she could not stop just like ADHD.
In a short while, she turned the script through.
Turning his head, he peeked at the back of the man in the kitchen.
When Shen Yichong was standing in front of the sink with her back facing her washing the dishes, her full red lips widened.
While babbling in his mouth, chanting the lines in pieces, while kneeling his waist, he gently ran to the small cabinet where the photographer's brother was leaning against.
She smiled silently at them, bent over and opened the small cupboard door.
He took out a bag of grape-flavored soft candy, and quickly fled back to the sofa, pretending to be casual and spread out the script.
Read a line and unpacked.
Reading two lines, stuffed a mouthful of gummies.
Say three sentences... A small bag of fudge almost bottomed out.
She wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, happily pinching the empty small bag in her hand, standing up and throwing it into the trash can by the sofa.
But as soon as she took a step out, a muffled unpleasant voice suddenly sounded behind her.
"There is this action in the script?"
Yu Yaoyao was frightened suddenly, her feet crooked, and she almost fell on the coffee table.
A big hand behind her grabbed her unbalanced arm in time to prevent her from falling a dog and eating shit in front of the camera.
However, Yu Yaoyao turned her head and saw the handsome face of the man with a cold face, she felt a chill in her heart.
"me… "
She swallowed.
Carefully looked at Shen Yichong's face.
Finally, Yihengxin raised the snack bag in his hand.
"I was on the ground and I found a rubbish!"
Among a group of photographers, there was a sudden laughter.
Yu Yaoyao stared at it instantly, puffing up her small face, "I'm just going to throw it away. Love hygiene and healthier!"
Shen Yichong's mouth twitched, "Well, there is still a smell of garbage in your mouth."
Yu Yaoyao immediately covered her small mouth in horror.
The photographers laughed again, and several photographers laughed and shook their shoulders.
Even director Zhao Yu laughed.
Shen Yi glanced at them coolly and successfully stopped them.
He retracted his gaze again and looked at Yu Yaoyao coolly.
"Have you finished memorizing the script?"
He stretched out his hand.
Yu Yaoyao narrowed her mouth and put the small bag of soft candy in his hand.
Shen Yi Chongjun's face turned black, "The script."
"Ah!" Yu Yaoyao quickly turned around and put the script spread out on the sofa in his hand respectfully.
"back."
Shen Yichong stared at her blankly.
"From the first scene where you played."
Yu Yaoyao opened her mouth and quickly turned her eyes, "The first act is... I was lying on the bed, eating the grapes my maid gave me, and asked me to drink some goat's milk... I went to eat in order to enter the play. Order snacks."
The lens carried by the photographer has already begun to shake.
Several photographers, all relying on their willpower to fight against the smile, stabilized the machine on their arm.
And Shen Yichong directly combined the script, rolled it up and knocked it on her head, "No grapes, it's honeydew!"
"Puff..."
Zhao Yu couldn't hold back this time!