Entertainment: Start writing the script, Yang Mi comes to the door with a knife

"You don't know, Mr. Ye, ever since you took me to listen to it that day."

"I've been thinking about it day and night, and I can't sleep at night."

"Now, I can finally relieve my lovesickness!" Yuan Xiaoning held the phone, looking intoxicated.

It seemed as if he was already at the scene of Deyun Club.

Ye Chen shook his head helplessly.

"Those who know you are telling crosstalk, and those who don't know think you are crazy about it."

Yuan Xiaoning came over with a smile and said.

"Mr. Ye, can you reimburse the ticket money?"

Ye Chen: "..."

Looking at Yuan Xiaoning's little head coming over, Ye Chen directly put one hand on her forehead and pushed her back.

"Report, report, it's considered as your overtime pay for your hard work these days."

"Yeah! Long live Mr. Ye! Mr. Ye, I love you!"

Ye Chen: "Don't dare to say that."

...

Back to Yang Mi's house, I smelled a burnt smell when I opened the door.

He hurried to the kitchen.

As a result, he saw that there were bursts of black smoke in the kitchen.

Ye Chen was so scared that he thought the kitchen was on fire.

When he walked in, he saw Yang Mi standing in front of the stove, staring at a pot of black things that could no longer be seen.

"What are you doing? Aren't you choking with such a big smoke?"

As Ye Chen said this, he pulled Yang Mi out of the kitchen.

Her fair little face was now black and white.

She looked a little funny and a little embarrassed.

Her little mouth was pouting, and her face was full of frustration.

Seeing her like this, Ye Chen just thought she was very cute.

He took the paper and pinched her chin, gently wiping the dirt off her face.

"What's wrong? How did our big Mi Mi become a little cat?" Ye Chen asked with a smile while wiping.

"Oh, I'm so stupid! I can't even cook a meal!"

Yang Mi stamped her feet. Although she was complaining, her baby voice made her look like she was just being coquettish.

"I was going to finish work early today, so I thought I'd cook for you."

"But... it all got burnt!"

Ye Chen nodded.

"I saw it."

"Hate it! You don't even comfort me!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, we won't do this kind of thing we're not good at in the future."

"Let go of those innocent ingredients and let go of yourself."

Yang Mi seemed a little unwilling.

She stretched out a finger and hooked it into the gap of Ye Chen's shirt.

"That's because I heard that when some people were on the set, someone thoughtfully made soup for them every day."

"So you're also thinking about being a virtuous girlfriend."

Making soup? Is this talking about Li Yitong?

"Tsk tsk tsk, there are bad guys among the crowd."

"Who tipped you off again? But the news is a bit uninformed, and the broadcast of "Startling by Each Step" is about to end." Ye Chen said.

"Hmph, don't worry about it, I have informants anyway."

"It's just..." Yang Mi was a little disappointed.

"It's just that I don't have the talent to cook, so I messed it up."

Ye Chen put down the tissue and put his arm around Yang Mi's waist.

"You don't need to do this for me, and cooking is not your strong point. Your strong point lies in other places."

"What place?" Yang Mi became interested.

Ye Chen's eyes moved down and stared at Yang Mi's proud part.

"Guess?"

Yang Mi reacted and patted Ye Chen shyly, "You are being a hooligan again."

Ye Chen picked up Yang Mi.

"You can't wipe your face clean, just take a shower."

After that, he hugged Yang Mi and walked towards the bathroom.

...

Four days later.

TV station, Spring Festival Gala director's office.

Today, Ye Chen will receive Uncle Chishan and Happy Twist.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the two of them and their teams are ready to arrive.

Uncle Chishan has white hair, but he still looks energetic.

From Happy Twist are Shen Teng and Ma Li.

"Welcome, everyone. I am Ye Chen, the chief director of this Spring Festival Gala." Ye Chen introduced himself.

Uncle Chishan: "I have heard of your name for a long time. Director Ye is young and promising."

Shen Teng: "Director Ye is really handsome."

Ma Li nodded vigorously: "Handsome, really handsome."

As soon as these people spoke, there was a strong comedy atmosphere.

Yuan Xiaoning on the side couldn't help laughing.

"Today, I invited you to come here to discuss the Spring Festival Gala program."

"I want to hear everyone's ideas first."

"Teacher Chishan, you are a senior, how about you come first?" Ye Chen said.

Uncle Chishan nodded.

"Okay, I'm older, so I'll just speak out."

"Actually, I was very happy to receive Director Ye's invitation."

"We at Xishan Media have always been committed to the art form of Errenzhuan and skits”

“I once dreamed of being able to perform on the Spring Festival Gala stage.”

“But, people say our stuff is vulgar.”

“I just can’t figure it out, Director Ye, why are we vulgar? Tell me.”

Listening to Uncle Chishan’s accent, Ye Chen felt extremely cordial.

It was as if he was at the scene of the Spring Festival Gala skit performance.

And Uncle Chishan’s doubts were also very understandable to Ye Chen.

Uncle Chishan is almost a household name in the Northeast.

Everyone loves to watch their Errenzhuan and skits.

But it is difficult to go beyond the Northeast because of cultural differences.

Also because there are no good skit scripts, it is impossible to get on a bigger stage.

“Uncle Chishan, don’t worry.”

“I think art is not divided into high and low, and good art is what can bring happiness to people.” Ye Chen said.

“That’s right! "Uncle Chishan slapped the table excitedly.

Shen Teng and Ma Li were so scared that they almost fell off their chairs.

"Sorry, I was so excited." Uncle Chishan raised his hand and said.

Then he turned to look at Ye Chen.

"So, I am very honored and proud to receive your invitation, Director Ye Chen."

"Director Ye, just tell me how we should perform. I will listen to you."

Ye Chen also admired Uncle Chishan's boldness.

He took out the skit script he had prepared.

"Uncle Chishan, I think you are definitely the best in comedy." He gave a thumbs up.

"It's just that I lack a good script."

"I tried to write a rough framework. Take a look. If you think it's suitable, you can add some meat to it."

"Really? The script is ready for me? Then I have to take a good look. "

Uncle Xishan took the script in surprise.

"Selling crutches..."

He read it word by word.

This script is just an outline, and Ye Chen didn't write many jokes.

Because he wanted Uncle Xishan to play it himself.

All he had to do was to frame a big framework and guide them in the general direction.

Soon, Uncle Xishan finished reading.

He closed the script and pondered.

"Good, good."

"This direction is great, there is a lot of room for development."