After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

So on the first day of joining the group, her rich second-generation boyfriend had given her afternoon tea several times.

Not only does everyone have a cup, even the paparazzi squatting at the door have a cup.

On this cold day, drink a sip of hot milk tea.

Several paparazzi couldn't help but started talking.

"This Miss Chu is really kind-hearted."

"That's right, you see we squatted so much, and this one is the only one who buys us something to drink."

"Actually, although Ms. Chu is not very famous, she is better than that one. When Yu Qianqian was the heroine, how many people participated in this show and how popular it was."

"It is probably a remake of the drama, so there is little room for choice."

The reporter next to him took a sip and muttered.

After eating other people's food, all kinds of reports that day were swarming towards the second female.

Shen Qi, who was eating in a small shop, looked at the reports one after another and stomped his feet angrily.

"Chu Xiangling only knows how to save face, these idiot reporters are really...!"

Because the filming for the past half month was in the film and television city, Song Weitang directly packed up the small shop here for convenience, and lived here directly.

During the day, Fu Junyan guards the store, and she comes over after work is over.

"Zhuo Qingheng, do you think so?"

After scolding for a long time, Shen Qi, who was scolded until his mouth was dry, raised his head and saw Zhuo Qingheng who was lying on the recliner opposite him.

……

To be honest, he had never seen anyone who was lazier than Zhuo Qingheng.

During the production, Zhuo Qingheng almost slumped on the chair or got into his nanny car except when he was filming.

He suspected that the chair was glued to Zhuo Qingheng's butt.

After finishing work today, Sister Tang invited him over for dinner.

Zhuo Qingheng was not invited again.

But Zhuo Qingheng followed up cheekily.

And shamelessly said that he was with him.

Zhuo Qingheng who was lying on the chair nodded.

"Brother Qiu, your threshold for signing a contract is too low. Do dumb people also sign?"

Shen Qi couldn't bear it anymore, he turned around and complained to his manager.

Brother Qiu hurriedly explained: "Qing Heng is not bad at heart, but he is a little lazy. You know that it is for the sake of image in front of the media."

Shen Qi: ...

After he stepped back, he decided to write a book.

Just write the stories that have to be told in the entertainment industry.

For example, Zhuo Qingheng's aloof image on the outside is purely because he is lazy and doesn't want to talk.

in the kitchen.

Song Weitang was in charge of cooking, and Fu Junyan was in charge of helping.

The conversation at the door fell into Fu Junyan's ears verbatim.

He turned his head and looked at Song Weitang who was cooking seriously.

The girl who carefully prepares the food, every time she holds the knife, her expression is extremely cautious, as if her body is bathed in golden light in an instant, making people move their eyes away.

The front basket holds a dozen types of seafood.

Crab, sea cucumber, sturgeon...

Every kind has been handled very well by the girl's hands.

All the meat that has been picked out is chopped by hand into puree.

Then keep adding broth and whipping in the same direction.

Soon the meat paste will become gelatinous.

Then Song Weitang squeezed the meat paste directly into the container.

Squeeze the noodles out of the water.

Into the water is qualitative.

Then scoop up the noodles as soon as the water boils.

Drizzle with her special sauce.

Just standing on the side, Fu Junyan could smell the rich fragrance from the bowl.

When the first bowl was held in front of Fu Junyan.

Fu Junyan was slightly taken aback.

"Try it quickly, is it delicious?"

Song Weitang said with bright eyes.

In Suzhou and Hangzhou, there are more fresh fish, so there is a dish of six shrimp noodles in ancient books. This hundred fresh noodles is improved on the basis of six shrimp noodles, and it is made to match the daily taste of each place.

Song Weitang didn't know why Fu Junyan was the first person he thought of every time he made something new.

Fu Junyan held the hot bowl in his palm and took a bite of noodles.

The noodles without a trace of flour are springy and smooth, with the glue of seafood and the taste of fish. The soup base has a slight aroma of chrysanthemums, which is clear and translucent, but because of the noodles, the freshness of the noodles penetrates into the soup At the bottom, the chrysanthemum fragrance of the soup base is integrated into the noodles.

Indescribably delicious!

"good to eat."

Fu Junyan said with certainty.

When he saw the girl who heard his evaluation, her brows and eyes crooked in a flash of laughter.

Fu Junyan only felt that something in his heart suddenly burst open.

The green under his eyes was almost black.

Song Weitang brought out the cooked noodles.

With a clear soup base, you can see the distinct roots of the noodles at a glance.

"Wow, it smells so good."

Shen Qi, who was a fan of Song Weitang's brain, cried out immediately, and then took a deep breath.

"Fresh eyebrows."

As Shen Qi said, he picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup.

The seemingly clear soup base, the faint aroma of chrysanthemums combined with the umami taste of fish and shrimp, mixed into a peculiar aroma.

In an instant, my whole body warmed up.

Compared with Shen Qi, Zhuo Qingheng who was sitting opposite him seemed much more restrained.

He picked up the noodles first and put them in his mouth.

The smooth and firm noodles have an indescribable taste.

It was the first time he tasted it in his life.

In fact, the first sip is not particularly amazing, it is the kind of flat, very homely and warm taste.

But after a little bit of chewing, the umami taste of the noodles spreads in the mouth like an instant burst, and the taste buds get a shock that breaks through the sky.

It will stop your breathing for an instant.

Zhuo Qingheng's slowness at the beginning disappeared in this mouthful of noodles.

He directly picked up the bowl and began to eat noodles and soup in big mouthfuls.

Compared with the umami and richness of the noodles, the soup seems light.

But it is this slightly fragrant soup that just washes away the strong aroma of the noodles, making each mouthful of noodles seem to have a different level of experience.

Seeing Shen Qi and Zhuo Qingheng eating so deliciously, Brother Qiu couldn't help swallowing, and began to eat the noodles in front of him.

Outside the door, it started to snow.

Tea was simmering on the stove in the house.

At this moment, someone came in.

"Excuse me, is this place still open?"

The first person to come in was a young girl, probably in her twenties.

"welcome."

Opening a store to welcome customers is the rule of Lao Song's family.

So as long as the store door is open and customers come in, they have to do business.

"Thank you, thank you. My grandpa has hypoglycemia, and he has a bad temper. He just visited a few stores. He either thinks that the decoration of the store is not good, or that the color of the store is ugly."

The girl smiled awkwardly and said a few words in advance.

With her grandfather's temper, to be honest, she was afraid that the boss would just pick up the broom and drive people away.

"There are always customers at the door."

Song Weitang said with a chuckle.

"Humph……!"

There was a cold snort from behind the girl.

An old man on crutches came out from behind her.