"Ting Ting?"
Li Zhao noticed that Yan Ting's vision was a little blurry, as if he couldn't find the focus. He heard that people with a lot of stress in life sometimes can't distinguish between dreams and reality. Could it be that Tingting is falling into this state
Thinking of this, he didn't dare to make a fuss about Yan Ting, but carefully supported the stairs next to him, trying to drag Yan Ting back before he fell.
"I'm fine." Yan Ting's voice was hoarse, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.
Li Zhao looked at the place Yan Ting had just looked at, and there was nothing there, but he felt that Yan Ting's eyes were... a little sad.
"Stand here and don't move." Li Zhao turned around and took a pair of slippers: "Put your shoes on."
Yan Ting put on his shoes, saw Li Zhao running downstairs again, and brought him a glass of water.
"The temperature of the water is just right, take a sip." Li Zhao finally felt relieved when Yan Ting took the cup and took a sip: "Rest early, we will go shopping for New Year's goods tomorrow."
The warm water warmed his heart, Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao with messy hair and nodded slightly.
He thought that Li Zhao would continue to ask questions, but Li Zhao didn't ask anything. The water cup spun around in his hand, and the water wave swayed gently: "Good night."
"Good night." Li Zhao thought for a while, "Don't be too stressful at work. Although you should work hard when you are young, you have two buildings, and nothing is as important as your body."
After saying this, he found that Yan Ting's eyes became deeper, and he scratched his head uncomfortably.
"Thank you, I see." Yan Ting took another sip of water.
"Thank you guys." Li Zhao bumped Yan Ting's chest with his elbow and yawned, "I'll go to sleep after drinking a glass of water."
I ate a lot of supper last night and woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. I didn't expect to find Yan Ting standing in the corridor in a daze.
After drinking the water, Li Zhao returned to the room, wrapped the quilt around him, and fell asleep.
The water in the cup gradually cooled, and Yan Ting put the cup on the head of the bed.
"Sir." The bodyguard stood in front of Yan Ting with his head bowed, "Mr. Li just came here by accident, and he didn't see anything else."
The house was dead silent.
After a long time.
"I see." Yan Ting closed his eyes: "You all go out."
He likes quietness and hates making any noise from the people around him. The bodyguards have long been accustomed to his hobby and left the house lightly.
Not the slightest bit of sleep.
Yan Ting opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear, without the slightest sleepiness.
It was still a long night, he sat quietly on the sofa, and he didn't change his sitting position for a long time, until the dawn broke and the morning light climbed into the gap of the window, Yan Ting slowly stood up.
When he opened the door, it was very quiet outside the corridor. Li Zhao's door was closed, and he didn't know how sweetly the people inside were sleeping.
"Sir." Seeing that Yan Ting woke up, the housekeeper bowed slightly to him, and then handed the ironed newspaper to Yan Ting.
Yan Ting took the newspaper and glanced at it casually. In the corner of the newspaper, he saw the movie trailer of "The Storm".
Starring Liu Fen and Zhao Yingnan.
Li Zhao played a cameo role in this film.
"Sir?" The housekeeper brought a cup of coffee, Yan Ting took the coffee and brought it to his lips, suddenly remembering how Li Zhao was nagging him not to let him drink coffee, and put the cup on the table: "Take it away."
"Is coffee not to your liking?"
Before Yan Ting could speak, footsteps came from the corridor, and Li Zhao got up.
He looked at Li Zhao, and Li Zhao looked at the coffee on the table.
"Tingting." Li Zhao frowned: "How can I drink coffee when I just woke up?"
The housekeeper noticed the fingers of the husband holding the newspaper and trembled slightly. Looking at Mr. Li's frown, he probably understood why Mr. Li stopped drinking coffee.
Finally, this cup of pure handmade coffee was brought back to the kitchen.
In its place was a cup of hot milk with almonds and raisins. Li Zhao sat cross-legged on the sofa, swiping news from the entertainment industry on the tablet.
The list of popular shows is the list of Spring Festival Gala shows. Fans who have their own artists on it are all excited, and there is no negative news for the time being.
It seems that the major brokerage companies are also distressed by the media, and do not want to break the news and prevent them from having a good year.
After breakfast, Li Zhao put on a mask and hat and dragged Yan Ting to the supermarket with him.
"Happy New Year" and "Gong Xi Fa Cai" are being played in the streets and alleys, and red lanterns are hung on both sides of the street. Beijing, which is usually crowded, turns out to be a lot deserted during the Chinese New Year.
Too many people are looking for their dreams in this city, and only during the Chinese New Year can they breathe a sigh of relief.
There are various Spring Festival sale activities in the supermarket. The uncles and aunts carefully select the goods, whispering a few words from time to time, as if they are not very satisfied with the price.
In Li Zhao's hometown, there is no custom of making dumplings during the Spring Festival, but at the New Year's Eve dinner, there must be chicken, duck and fish on the table to show that there will be plenty in the coming year.
"Are there chickens, ducks and fish at home?" Li Zhao walked around the raw meat area and asked Yan Ting behind him.
"Have."
"Then let's buy some snacks and go back." The New Year's Eve has come all the way. If you don't buy something to go back, I always feel a little embarrassed.
"What flavor do potato chips like?"
"… "
"Forget it, the original flavor and the cucumber flavor will never go wrong."
When Li Zhao was the poorest, he once fantasized about the life of buying whatever he wanted in the supermarket. It turns out that buying whatever he wanted... Really happy.
The two walked around the supermarket for a long time. When Li Zhao saw the total amount, his heart ached.
I'm used to being poor, I always want to buy a lot of things, and I feel bad about money when I buy them.
When we went out, it started to snow outside. Li Zhao glanced at Yan Ting's windbreaker, which had no hat on it.
"Wait." Putting the shopping bag on the ground, Li Zhao put the scarf around Yan Ting's neck on top of his head, and then burst out laughing.
"Ting Ting, have you seen the super guerrillas?" He smiled and helped the scarf back to its original position, put the hat he was wearing on Yan Ting's head, and then put the hat on his down jacket over his head. : "Let's go."
Yan Ting grabbed him and said, "There will be snow outside."
"This year's first snow, we don't walk in the snow, how can we be worthy of its arrival?" Li Zhao said confidently: "Hurry up, the car is parked there, let's run over there."
After he finished speaking, he ran with the shopping bag in his hand, but didn't run very far, stepped on the slippery ground and fell a big somersault.
"Li Zhao!" Yan Ting ran to him in three steps, pulling him up from the ground: "Did you fall?"
Li Zhao covered his head and smirked: "It doesn't hurt, the clothes are thick."
"You really..." Yan Ting wanted to say, how can you look like a child, but thinking that he was only twenty years old, the age of energy, he had to take out a handkerchief to help him wipe the mud from his clothes: "Walk carefully."
"Sir, Mr. Li." The driver ran over nervously, bent over to pick up the things that fell on the ground: "Are you all right?"
"It's okay." Li Zhao shook his head.
"Don't shake." Yan Ting gently supported his head, preventing him from moving.
"what?"
"The wind is strong, I'm afraid the sea water in my head will fly out."
Li Zhao: "???"
No, Ting Ting, you were not like this before. When did you learn to ridicule him
"Excuse me, three gentlemen, can I disturb you?" A hostess with a microphone came over, followed by the cameraman.
"We are in the Spring Festival Gala program group, do you have time for a brief interview with us?"
The driver took a step back, and Yan Ting looked sideways at Li Zhao.
The hostess subconsciously handed the microphone to Li Zhao: "Excuse me, are you happy today?"
"Happy, very happy." Li Zhao stared at the national TV station logo on the microphone, and he was considered to be someone interviewed by a national TV reporter.
Guangzong Yaozu!
"As the Spring Festival is approaching, what are your expectations for the new year?"
"National security and prosperity." In front of the national stage, Li Zhao felt that his aspirations should be higher.
"Thank you." The hostess was amused by Li Zhao: "I wish you a happy new year."
"Happy New Year!"
After the hostess left, Li Zhao blushed with excitement: "Ting Ting, do you think our episode will be on TV?!"
Yan Ting reached out to support his arm: "Don't jump."
So as not to fall again.
After getting into the car, Li Zhao couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and show off the good news to his friends.
Zhaozhao has good luck: Ah, I was interviewed by a reporter from China National Television on the street just now! I'm going to the national stage!
Make one hundred million first: really? !
Better Tomorrow: Did the reporter recognize you as a star
Zhaozhao has good luck: I'm a small 18th-tier artist, how can other national TV reporters know me? What's more, I'm still wearing a mask and scarf.
Earn 100 million first: this is a good sign! Zhao, maybe this indicates that you will be able to appear on the stage of the National Taiwan Spring Festival Gala next year.
Zhaozhao has good luck: then I will honor my ancestors!
Zhaozhao has good luck: Wan Duzi, I don't know where my ancestors are.
Earn 100 million first: It's okay, your ancestors must know that you are their son.
"Don't play with your phone for too long in the car." Yan Ting calmly reminded Li Zhao who was playing with his phone with his head down.
"Right away, right away, wait until I finish showing off." Li Zhao made a long speech in the chat group.
Zhaozhao has good luck: my buddy won't let me play with my phone in the car, it's not good for my eyes, so I'll retreat first.
Earn 100 million first: If you have a new buddy, forget your old buddy
Tomorrow is better: someone can control you at last.
When I got home, because most of the housekeeping went home for the Chinese New Year, the house was a little deserted.
After lunch and playing for a while, Li Zhao was bored and knocked on the door of Yan Ting's study: "Ting Ting, do you have the habit of eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"
Yan Ting put down the document in his hand and looked at the head sticking out from behind the door: "What's wrong?"
"Come out." Li Zhao waved to him with a smile.
Yan Ting got up and walked out of the study: "What?"
"Let's make dumplings by ourselves." Li Zhao dragged Yan Ting downstairs: "If it's a new year, don't worry about work."
"I went to the kitchen to see it just now. The noodles are ready, and the stuffing is ready, but it has not been wrapped yet." Li Zhao looked at Yan Ting expectantly: "Let's make dumplings together?"
In the Spring Festival last year, in order to make more money, he wore doll costumes in the supermarket all day, and he didn't have time to celebrate the New Year. When I returned to Brother Xiaoyuan's house in the evening, and saw their family sitting around the table making dumplings, I still felt a little bit of envy in my heart.
"it is good."
The housekeeper helped them put the things they needed to make dumplings on the table.
The two washed up, rolled up their sleeves, and looked at each other.
"Do you know?"
"Do you know?"
After a brief silence, Li Zhao took out his mobile phone: "It's okay, we will learn from the online video."
Wait, why can the dumpling skin be rolled out with the back of the knife
This unscientific!
Why do dumplings come out so crystal clear
It must be a face problem.
"Forget it." Li Zhao put away his phone: "Let's ask the aunt in the kitchen to teach us."
The aunt in the kitchen heard that the husband was going to learn to make dumplings, and looked at the housekeeper in disbelief: "Steward Wang, it's a new year, don't make such a joke."
"Sir and Mr. Li are waiting." The housekeeper smiled: "What's so strange about making dumplings during the Chinese New Year?"
It is not strange to make dumplings during the Chinese New Year, but the person making dumplings is Mr., so it is very strange.
Auntie walked into the living room and saw that the husband rolled up his sleeves and his sweater was stained with flour, staring solemnly at the dough on the table, as if he wanted to turn them into dumpling skins with his eyes.
"Auntie." Seeing her come out, Li Zhao said with a smile: "Come and help."
"Hey, okay." Auntie agreed without hesitation.
Being a little older, seeing such a beautiful young man smiling at himself, who can resist
The news department of the national TV station is cutting the news materials that have been sent back.
Today is Lunar New Year's 30, and the news network will edit a piece of content that people wish for the Spring Festival, so they are urgently screening the content.
"This is good, this young man wearing a mask, his eyes are very energetic, and the blessing is also good."
"Guotai Min'an, it's very atmospheric when you hear it."
"Cut him in the section of "Guotai and Min'an", "Prosperity".
The author has something to say: Zhao Baobao: Tingting, come and play dumplings with me.
Tingbao: Oh. [As long as I act lively enough, Zhaozhao won't think I'm boring]