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

About half an hour later, the porridge from the porridge shop was delivered.

The agent hurried over.

Compared to Shen Qi's random spoons, the packaging of this porridge shop is so luxurious.

Under the layers of packaging, not only an incubator is used, but also an authentic purple sand furnace inside.

It is even more complete with all kinds of seafood.

"smell good!"

The broker made a special call.

Then he handed over the bowl and chopsticks to Zhuo Qingheng to spoon the porridge.

Zhuo Qingheng couldn't help frowning at the first mouthful of the seemingly dazzling porridge.

"A bit earthy."

Zhuo Qingheng put down the bowl in his hand and looked at the manager.

broker:……

He hastily took a sip.

It's delicious, delicious, why didn't he taste any earthy taste.

"Very fresh..."

The agent couldn't help but said.

"Seasoning is not the taste of the ingredients themselves. The ingredients are not fresh, and they are not raw porridge."

Zhuo Qingheng said with a frown.

He didn't know why his eyes turned to the crock pot.

The manager followed his gaze and looked over.

Knowing that Zhuo Qingheng wanted to drink porridge, but according to Zhuo Qingheng's temperament, he definitely couldn't open his mouth.

The agent babbled, forget it, who asked me to bring out the child.

He got up and walked over to the crock.

"Old Tan, what are you doing here?"

Director Wang tolerated it when he wanted to eat it before.

After all, children!

What the hell, seeing the manager also walk over now, Director Wang couldn't help it for a moment.

"Director Wang, isn't there a lot in this jar? You also know that Qing Heng is a picky eater. He has so many scenes in the afternoon. You don't want him to perform poorly because he hasn't eaten enough."

Director Wang: ...

"Just a bowl."

Director Wang couldn't refuse this reason.

The manager made an agreement with Director Wang, and then ran over to Song Weitang and said again.

"Miss Song, our Qing Heng has a bad appetite recently, can you have a bowl of porridge?"

"can."

Song Weitang said generously.

"If I had known earlier, I would have eaten it all."

Only Shen Qi looked unhappy.

There is only so much porridge in total. If he didn't think that he would need to use it in case of shooting, he would have finished it directly.

Now it's cheaper than others.

"After a while, when I'm free, come over and I'll make fresh porridge for you."

Seeing Shen Qi's angry appearance, Song Weitang said to Shen Qi.

Shen Qi immediately nodded excitedly.

The name sounds delicious.

The manager carefully carried the porridge over, after all, there was only such a bowl of porridge left in the jar.

But it smells really good.

Just clean white porridge, without anything, the aroma that belongs to the bones of rice.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Where's the pickles you just took?"

Zhuo Qingheng said with interest when he saw the porridge.

broker:……

He resigned himself to finding out the pickles just now.

Following Shen Qi's example before, Zhuo Qingheng unscrewed the lid.

Then he took a sip of porridge.

This bite instantly made Zhuo Qingheng's eyes light up.

I originally planned to ask the agent.

Watching Zhuo Qingheng slam and dice, he drank the porridge directly in front of him in one go.

……

There is no need to ask now.

Master Zhuo is very satisfied!

"More."

Zhuo Qingheng handed over the clean bowl.

The manager coughed twice, and said in a low voice, "That's just this bowl. You don't know that when I went to spoon the porridge just now, Shen Qi stared at me to death."

"I still have to eat."

Zhuo Qingheng followed this manager when he debuted.

The agent has always regarded him as his son.

There is nothing wrong with Zhuo Qingheng.

He made a phone call directly and asked someone to deliver the porridge.

After Zhuo Qingheng took a bite of the white porridge that was brought, his brows were almost drawn into a straight line.

But for the sake of pickles, I still ate a lot.

"The porridge she cooks is delicious."

After Zhuo Qingheng finished eating, he pointed to Song Weitang and said.

The brokers were amazed.

You know, Zhuo Qingheng's mouth is not ordinary, if Zhuo Qingheng didn't say that his family is poor, he came to the draft.He would doubt that Zhuo Qingheng was the young master of which family came out to experience life.

During the shooting in the afternoon, Song Weitang clearly felt that Zhuo Qingheng's attitude towards him seemed completely different from before.

Gentle, enthusiastic, and even a bit close.

In the afternoon, the male lead was nine thousand years old, who was already in power at that time. In his spare time, he liked to feed the koi in the imperial garden.

What was unexpected this time was that there were other people besides him.

"Xiao Pang, don't eat, you are already so fat, why are you still grabbing Xiao Hong...!"

The girl's gentle voice made the hero stop, and frowned slightly.

The whole palace knew that this was his territory, but no one with a brain would go here.

After all, according to his current reputation, Xiao Er Ye Tiu used his name.

Although he was displeased, he didn't do anything and planned to leave.

But when he turned around, he heard a thud behind him.

There was a constant thumping sound.

The whole palace knew that this was his territory, so no one would approach him at all.

Thinking of this, there was an obvious layer of coldness on his expressionless face.

The male protagonist walked slowly to the edge of the pool.

The girl who fell into the water heard footsteps and called out loudly.

But the people by the pool didn't move at all.

The girl choked on mouthfuls of cold water and submerged little by little.

Just when she thought she was going to die.

The male protagonist standing by the pool stood indifferently from beginning to end.

In this palace, there is never a shortage of innocent souls.

When his eyes fell on the side basket.

The lid of the basket spilled over the side.

In the basket is a pastry in the shape of a hibiscus flower.

Colorful, just like a real hibiscus.

Memories from years ago suddenly came back.

The male protagonist grabbed the skirt with one hand, and opened his eyes almost instantly.

With his toes on the bottom, he pulled the girl up.

The girl who had passed out was wearing the clothes of an ordinary maid in the palace, but that face almost made him feel like a lightning strike.

At this time, footsteps sounded from the other side.

The male protagonist glanced at the unconscious girl on the ground, bent down to pick up the hibiscus cake in the bamboo basket, and disappeared.

When the girl's companion came to find her, she saw the unconscious girl.

Seeing no one around, the companion immediately carried the girl back.

As for the male protagonist who took the hibiscus flower, no one dared to make any noise in the hall where he was in the whole afternoon.

Everyone in the palace knows that Nine Thousand Years brought back a hibiscus flower from somewhere, and now they have been looking at each other all afternoon.

After a long time, the male protagonist stretched out his hand and took a bite and put it in his mouth.

Crisp on the outside and sweet on the inside, the memories from many years ago came flooding back again.

The first day of filming was basically filled with the female lead and the male lead.

There are also some female second roles.

The second female is a well-known model.

It is said that he is dating a rich second generation in the financial circle.