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Imperial City, a high-end Chinese restaurant, in a custom-made private room.

During the banquet, mountains, flowing water, and clouds surrounded the scenery, which was unique and lifelike.

"The ratings of this drama must be higher than "Ask the Immortal"! I don't care who you use, I just want this result. If you can't achieve it, replace me with someone else."

The person sitting there was a fat man with a big belly. Each of his five fingers, which were as fat as carrots, was wearing a gemstone ring. His facial features, especially his eyes, were cut into thin slices by the flesh on his face, but his tone was very rough. It can be seen that his temper is not very good.

"Mr. Fu..." The director looked embarrassed and seemed to want to say something, but was held back by the people around him.

Mr. Fu just answered the phone. He looked good at the moment and seemed to have received good news.

Sitting next to Mr. Fu is Tang Xiaoman, who is wearing beautiful makeup. She is no longer used to this kind of situation. She has a stiff smile under her thick mask.

This costume detective drama invested by Mr. Fu is a big production. In order to challenge Song Shan, Mr. Fu invested a lot and even brought in many of his friends. From the set to the director to Fu Hua Dao, everything is high-quality.

Although Mr. Fu doesn't know much about filming, he also knows that good configuration is half the success, so he has indeed spent a lot of money.

There are many famous actors and actresses in the industry who want to win this costume detective suspense drama, but Mr. Fu is superficially interested in Tang Xiaoman's status as a big flower, and thinks that an actress with such high national popularity can star in this drama. If so, it will have a certain bonus effect on the drama.

"Mr. Fu, how about your good taste? Take a look at our Xiaoman. She has both good looks and acting skills. Netizens voted her the most suitable actress for the heroine of this drama!"

Tang Xiaoman's new manager tried his best to promote his artists as if he were promoting his unsalable products.

Tang Xiaoman was given up by Yan Hua, but his anger was still there. In his heart, he couldn't help but hate that this agent couldn't do anything, and he couldn't compare to Yan Hua.

Mr. Fu's slender little eyes looked over and looked at the beautiful actress.

Tang Xiaoman resisted the urge to gag and raised a glass of wine, "Mr. Fu, I'd like to toast you."

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"Bang, bang, bang! Get up! Whose daughter-in-law wouldn't be ashamed if she stayed in bed so late at night!!"

The fragile door panel was slapped and rustled.

Leng Qingqing put on earplugs, turned over, and slept peacefully.

Because he was too tired to catch a flight in the early morning, after the other guests left, Leng Qingqing wanted to rest for a while.

The room is a side room next to the main room, with a separate door that can be closed.

The rest of the doors were broken and had not even been repaired.

The room was not big, with only a small bed for a single person. The mattress was made of dry reeds, making a rustling sound when one lay on it.

The floor was paved with red bricks and was uneven. The floor near the door was dirty, as if there was a thick layer of grease.

Leng Qingqing put on the four-piece suit he brought from home, and it finally looked more pleasing to the eye.

Then she quickly fell asleep wrapped in her windbreaker.

The people inside were sleeping soundly, but the people outside were furious.

The peasant woman is Zhang Aihua, a native of the village, who has lived here for more than fifty years.

Zhang Aihua is quite aggressive in the village and is known as the "prick head". A few years ago, I got into an argument with someone over a tree by the field. I took off my clothes on the spot and rolled around on the ground shirtless like a man.

Although the tree originally belonged to someone else, if you encounter someone as unreasonable as Zhang Aihua, you can only admit that you are unlucky.

That person said they no longer wanted the tree, so Zhang Aihua gave up. No one in the village dared to mess with her, and even the dogs on the roadside were frightened to take a detour when they saw her.

"Delegating" Leng Qingqing to the worst family was also a signal from above.

Leng Qingqing is just a young woman, and a young and beautiful woman. Can she be Zhang Aihua's opponent? At least he must be tortured.

Zhang Aihua was not strong enough, so she called her husband. He was in his sixties, his skin was tanned, and he seemed honest and honest. However, his eyes were darting around, his face full of shrewdness.

"Open it, I'll do it." The husband came over, pushed his wife away, spit on each hand, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push the door open.

After all, it's your own door, so don't kick it if you can push it open.

Unexpectedly, the door panel seemed to be old, but it still couldn't be pushed open. A trace of annoyance crawled onto the man's cheek, so he stepped up and stamped on it again.

"Bang! Bang!"

After stomping twice, the door panel was shaky and about to open.

The delicate and fair skin of the female star seems to be still in front of the man's eyes, and he can imagine it as soon as he closes his eyes. When she walked by, the fragrance was still emitting, so beautiful.

There are wild grasses growing everywhere in the countryside, but nowhere have I seen such beautiful flowers.

The tip of the man's nose twitched, and his whole face was almost pressed against the door panel. The closer you get to the door, the more you can smell a strange and soft aroma.

The door opened.

But it wasn't kicked open, but opened from the inside.

Leng Qingqing hid aside and yawned.

Due to inertia, the man fell directly into the house. After rolling around on the ground, his head hit the cement floor and a big bruise bulged out.

The country people were rough-skinned and fleshy, but the man still stared at stars for a while before he got up from the ground crookedly. His big rough hands were still covering his head, and he muttered something in a dialect.

Zhang Aihua put her hands on her hips and stared at Leng Qingqing with her triangular eyes: "Why don't you go cook quickly? I want your mother-in-law and father-in-law to starve to death!"

Leng Qingqing glanced at her and said obediently: "Oh."

Walking out of the room, he raised his wrist and looked at the time, eight o'clock in the morning.

I haven't even slept for half an hour.

She licked her back molars.

After walking a few steps, Leng Qingqing turned around slightly and found that the two people were in her room, tampering with her suitcase.

"..." Who are these people?

If the deserted suitcase hadn't been encrypted, it would have been turned upside down.

We arrived at the woodshed deserted. Of course there was no refrigerator, so we couldn't find any ingredients.

After going for a walk, she took out two eggs from the chicken coop, lit firewood, boiled water in a pot, and boiled the eggs.

They were peeled open and eaten quickly when cooked, and the egg shells were thrown into the still-burning stove, destroying the remains and leaving no trace.

The bald director had been following the filming in person, and he was a little speechless when he saw this scene. He didn't know what to say.

The eggs from home-raised chickens in the countryside are fragrant.

Zhang Aihua raised little hens, and the eggs were a bit small. After eating two, they were only on the bottom, and she was hungry again after not taking two steps.

Leng Qingqing began to rummage through the cabinets. A few minutes later, she pulled out a small straw basket from the bottom of the broken cabinet. There were more than a dozen eggs lying in the basket, evenly sized and plump, just like the ones she had just eaten.

Sixteen pieces in total. Leng Qingqing cooked eight of them, ate two more himself, and put the remaining six in his pocket, preparing to give them out when he saw other people. Alone Better Together.

No need to thank her, she is always so generous.

The remaining eight were hidden under the stove, dug out of the ashes and buried in them, so that they could be added to the meal next time when cooking.

The main thing is that every egg is clearly arranged.

Not even a single piece is left for the owner to eat.

Bald director: “…………”

It’s really a bit too wicked!

It has been almost an hour since the celebrities' wives from the city came into the kitchen, and the food has not been brought out yet. Zhang Aihua has been waiting for the celebrities' wives to cook for her since early morning, and she was thinking about giving her a showdown while eating. , so that she can know who is in charge of this family.

Zhang Aihua finally couldn't stand her hunger anymore, so she walked into the kitchen and asked, "Daughter-in-law, where is the food you cooked?"

"Food?" Leng Qingqing showed a charming smile.