Sweet entertainment circle

Pineapple TV's variety show called party, as the name suggests, is to invite popular stars to the program group, and under the leadership of the host, it's a small gathering like a party with friends.

The number of celebrities invited to participate each time is uncertain, when there are more than a dozen people, and when there are few, it is three.

One thing that is different from other variety shows is that there is no script for the party, and each recorded program is different. The invited artists only know the theme of this program when they participate in the recording.

In addition, this program is very tough. Although it is not a live broadcast, it was recorded in advance, but in addition to adding some letters in the post-editing, basically there will not be too many deletions during the actual recording.

Therefore, many viewers love to watch it, and He Ming also watched a little bit when he was at home on weekends.

In Zhao Xiaotian's words, the show party is the vane of celebrities and hot spots in the entertainment industry. Watching this show will allow him, a bumpkin, to learn more about the seniors in the circle.

Ever since he knew that the elders of the Huo family would often pay attention to his movements, He Ming cared more and more about his image in front of the public.

After the mid-term exam ended at the end of April, there was relatively less homework in the second half of the term, and He Ming had more free time.

After receiving the notification, he earnestly made up for the previous few parties, took notes on the main points of the recording that Zhao Xiaotian explained, and even called Yu Lan in private...

Even though the preparations were well done, He Ming was still extremely worried.

Huo Xiao saw him frowning worriedly all day, with a bitter face, angry and distressed.

"Even if you don't believe in yourself, don't you believe in your manager and Yu Lan? They all said it's okay."

"I, I'm just afraid that if I don't behave well and people say bad things, grandpa will hate me even more."

Well, it seems that the dirty water splashed on the Internet recently has cast a shadow on people.

"Grandpa, he doesn't dislike you. The clearer will be clearer. Just be yourself. As for the things that are online, they will disappear after a while."

Regarding Guan Tong, Huo Xiao didn't want to tell He Ming for the time being, so he never told He Ming what he was doing secretly.

There are many reds.

In this era of freedom of speech and rapid development of information, He Ming still has a lot to bear in the future.

"But, but..."

"It's nothing." Huo Xiao interrupted him, not wanting to say anything more on this topic, "By the way, the production department sent a message that the first batch of handmade cakes has been finished, tomorrow Friday , don’t you have no class in the afternoon, and you want to go to the processing factory with me in the afternoon?”

In order to prevent those pastry chefs from setting up their own businesses after graduation, Huo Xiao divided the work of several cake-making processes at that time, and implemented the teaching of the assembly line.

Although this is troublesome, it also ensures that the recipes and methods of He Ming's pastries will not be leaked.

After the teaching, Huo Xiao left these pastry chefs in the processing factory, but the cakes he made before did not satisfy He Ming, and did not reach the taste he wanted.

He personally went to the processing factory to look at it a few times and mentioned some details. It was not until the end of April that He Ming was satisfied with the cakes that were used as experimental products.

When He Ming heard the words, his eyes lit up immediately, "Well, can it be listed?"

Seeing that he was in a better mood, Huo Xiao twitched his lips, "Well, but the first batch of finished products is not much."

He Ming nodded, "Then have you thought about when the sale will start?"

"I just received the news, and the exact time has not yet been determined. But you, have you decided what to call your own batch of cakes?"

"I've thought about it, I've thought about it a long time ago." He Ming blushed when he got excited, "It's called a donut."

"Doughnuts?" Huo Xiao laughed, "Thank you for thinking of it."

He Ming pursed his lower lip, "The first name is Ai Tian Shuo, but the nickname must also be sweet. Besides, you all said, 'After eating the cake made by Ming Ming, I feel sweet in my heart.'"

This was said by Huo Mingzhu, don't say it, He Ming's tone is quite similar.

Huo Xiao suppressed a smile, and poked his forehead, "Donuts are donuts, but we won't sell the first batch of pastries."

"Not for sale?"

Huo Xiao nodded his chin, "Not for sale. Give them all away."

"To whom?"

"Give it to my little brother's fans." Huo Xiao raised his eyebrows, "As your old attack, those fans of yours have taken care of you for me, so naturally we should thank them. Therefore, the cost of this batch of pastries is not recorded On your account."

He Ming's face blushed quietly, he was so happy that he didn't know what to say for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, he quickly smacked Huo Xiao's face.

"Baby, what do you mean?"

"I, I thank you on behalf of the fans."

"You take a sip, it's really worth it!"

He Ming's face turned even redder, but he still pretended to be serious, stretched his neck and replied shyly: "There, still, wait until sleep."

Huo Xiao: "Oh, I'm sleepy. Let's go to sleep."

He Ming: "... Tai, the sun hasn't set yet."

Huo Xiao stretched his legs and shrugged indifferently, "Oh, I just miss the sun."

He Ming: "..."

After class the next day, Huo Xiao directly asked his driver to pick up He Ming from school, and took him for a walk around the processing facility.

Due to the considerable sales of new products in the spring, Huo Xiao intends to expand the scale of Aitianshuo, so he bought a piece of land in a southern province and city, and built a new processing facility.

The processing facility in City A is quite empty, just to make room for He Ming's pastry production.

There are five kinds of cakes in this batch. Except for rose cakes, other smooth sesame cakes, honey honeycomb cakes, purple rice cakes, and mung bean cakes are all made by him in the live broadcast before.

He Ming is not hiding his secrets, but for these pastry chefs who are used to machine operation, they will not be able to learn those complicated pastries in a short while, and they can only use these simple pastries to test the water for the first time.

"Your Highness, didn't you say that this batch of cakes is not much?" He Ming walked into the huge cold room where finished products were stored, and was startled when he saw the neatly stacked cakes in the room. "There are too many of these?"

"Who told my princess to be a big star? I didn't expect to be told by your fans that I, my highness, was very mean."

He Ming: "..."

"Ai Tian Shuo has more than 2000 stores, and each store can only get 200 pastries. I will ask the people of A Tian Shuo to explain the situation clearly on the official website and Weibo in the afternoon."

"These numbers are far from enough compared to the number of your fans, so when you post on Weibo, you must make it clear to your fans in advance."

"In addition, I will also contact Zhao Xiaotian and ask him to notify your fan administrators so that they can organize themselves internally, so as not to cause chaos and do bad things with good intentions."

He Ming was so moved by His Royal Highness's thoughtful arrangement that he almost burst into tears.

Seeing his milk white rabbit looking at him adoringly, Huo Dajin felt that his old Gong's image instantly grew taller, but his face remained calm, "What are you doing looking at me like that?"

He Ming held back for a long time, and could only think of this simple sentence: "Your Highness, you are so kind to me."

Huo Xiao glanced at him, "There is no way, there are no three thousand beauties in the harem, and the rain and dew will have to be left to you in the future, so I can only treat you well."

Instead of being angry, He Ming wanted to laugh, so he endured it, "I'm so lucky."

Huo Xiao: "..." My milky white rabbit is really a fool.

After returning from processing, Aitian said that the official blog released the news about He Ming's batch of pastries.

Aitian said: Dick, you have a dessert to sign for.Tomorrow, 200 free dessert boxes will be given out in all stores under Ai Tian Shuo.Key points: Please [little brother's fans] arrange the time reasonably and collect them in an orderly manner.The bigger point: Foodie fans will be blessed in the future. In the future, Ai Tian Shuo will open a donut counter, specializing in the sale of the little brother's handmade cakes. [Nine dynamic pictures of handmade cakes]

Since He Ming endorsed Aitianshuo's new bakery last season, Aitianshuo's official blog has become more active.

As soon as this Weibo was posted, the fans were stunned, and then exploded:

【Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】

【This... unexpected honey juice, sweet dizziness】

【Ahhhhhh, I'm so happy that I cry, I don't have to worry about not being able to draw Weibo prizes anymore. 】

【Ahhhhhhh, are the double H couple finally ready to fit together? 】

[My God, oh, my god...]

[After the surprise, I shivered, afraid that it would not be bright tomorrow, or that the earth would explode|explode suddenly. 】

……

Before the fans calmed down, Lord Hawking, who had been quiet for more than half a month, also forwarded Weibo.

His Majesty He Ming: Thank you, little cutie, for maintaining Mingming all the time. The first show of donuts is for you all. @爱甜说：Drip, you have a dessert to sign for.From tomorrow onwards, all stores under Ai Tian Shuo will distribute 200 free dessert boxes...

[Mother, Zha Lang must be trying to sweeten me to death today. As a foodie among the fans of Double H couples, I said that I will suffer from insomnia tonight...]

[This is the most advanced dog food scene in history that I have ever experienced. I was born in the same era as my little brother. I am so damn happy...]

【Today I can finally proudly say to my mother: Who said chasing stars is useless, look, I can eat the best cake in the world tomorrow, and it’s free! 】

[Is it only me who is really crying sweetly?Awow, I'm a die-hard fan of Lu He cp, but from this moment on, I decided to quit! 】

【His Royal Highness He Ming! ! !My God, do fellow Taoists upstairs have eye problems, and they haven't seen anyone mentioning that His Highness's Weibo nickname has been changed? 】

[Classmate Chen upstairs, you are out today, and His Highness sent us wedding cakes in celebration. We are already immune to this couple's name or something. 】

……

By the time He Ming retweeted Weibo, the fans' reaction had become much calmer, and the following comments became a stream of comments:

[I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and give birth to a precious son early. 】

As for the black comments about He Ming falling out of favor earlier on the Internet, the fans didn't bother to complain about them.

Face slapping, if you always have to do it yourself, black fans don't think it hurts, but they also feel that their hands are precious and hurt.

Therefore, for the recent black comments on the Internet, fans like He Ming tore them up when they were happy, and sneered collectively when they were unhappy—hehehe.

When the cake-giving Weibo was sent out, not only the fans reposted it, but also many celebrities who had received the cakes made by He Ming's live broadcast also reposted it. Needless to say, the crew of "Huangtu" took the official blog as an example:

TV series Huangtu: Little brother, look at me, I am your diehard fan. @爱甜说：Drip, you have a dessert to sign for.From tomorrow onwards, all stores under Ai Tian Shuo will distribute 200 free dessert boxes...

Of course, conscientious black fans are naturally not to be outdone, anyway, they have been slapped in the face so many times that they are numb.

[Tsk tsk, little brother's whitewashing routines are really emerging one after another, just giving a cake just to cover up your disgusting things? 】

[Sure enough, it's different for the benefactor. Ordinary people really can't learn this way of pleasing fans with a lot of money. 】

[Am I the only one who suspects that this little brother made some kind of cake?Look at all these people who are happy here because of a piece of free cake. 】

……

Although the black fans are black, anyway, a lot of people still continue to follow.

Overnight, He Ming's Weibo fans increased by another 500 million.

The next day, which was Saturday, He Ming had to rush to the recording site of the party.

When David came to Shuiyun to pick him up, he was still asleep.

Last night after he retweeted Weibo, Master Hawking dragged him away to the sun. This time, his back hurt so badly that he couldn't tell what night it was. Huo Xiao coaxed him for a long time before he woke him up.

Naturally, after the two had intimate contact, He Ming became a lot more squeamish. Last night he was made to cry by the Huo Big Bad Wolf, so he felt angry now, and it was rare for him to get up.

Huo Xiao knew that he had gone too far last night, seeing him standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom blankly after getting up, he simply helped him wash up...

He Ming was still staring in bewilderment until it was delivered to the car.

David stared at his neck and looked again, and finally decided to remind him kindly, "Mingming?"

"Huh?" He Ming took a sip of the longan and red date porridge that Huo Xiao stuffed in his hands before he left, and looked at him blankly.

David pointed a little under his chin, "Are the marks here okay?"

He Ming blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and touched his spot, "What trace?"

David pushed his glasses and thought for two seconds, "A mosquito bag like a hickey?"

He Ming: "..." Your Highness is really too bad.

Seeing He Ming's face looking ashamed and angry, David pushed his glasses again, "I'll ask the makeup artist to put on some BB for you later."

He Ming held the porridge cup in his hand and nodded.

The author has something to say: the next step is to slap the face.

After punching the face, it's almost over.