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After finishing the recording, Shao Guanchao and Ji Rong lived a happy otaku life again.

In order to prevent Shao Guanchao from eating his abs completely because of being too complacent, He Zengjian came to inspect the food of the two worriedly. After seeing that the dishes on the table were nothing but ordinary home-cooked dishes, he felt relieved in half.The results seemed to be ordinary pickled fresh vegetables, stir-fried water spinach, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin. He Zengzuo finally ate two bowls of rice with vegetable soup, hiccupped and hung up his let-down heart with a rope.

Seeing Shao Guanchao playing the BGM of "The Little Master of China" boredly, He Zengshi wrinkled his face and said, "Brother Shao, can we discuss something?"

"Say it." Shao Guanchao adjusted the BGM to twice the speed, and picked up the chopsticks faster.

"Why don't I start cooking tomorrow," He Zengzhao tried to delay the process of unifying the abdominal muscles, "It's not good to let Teacher Ji cook all the time, let's contribute our own strength."

Shao Guanchao took a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin and put it in his mouth: "This is not a shared house. We are in a relationship. A Rong is willing to cook and I am willing to eat. Isn't the division of labor very clear?" His expression was filled with confusion. "Is it related to you?"

I hurt my ancestors.He Zengzhao's smile froze on his face: "You still dare to mention your relationship? Do you know how hard the assistants and I work overtime? Being in love is much more difficult than talking about a script!"

"I know, you still insist on writing the manuscript when you have a fever of 52 degrees." Shao Guanchao took a chopsticks of water spinach and added it to He Zengsu's bowl without sincerity. .”

Even if you don't report it, then anyone who is not blind can see the blatant act, okay?He Zengshi swallowed the water spinach, raised his chopsticks and looked at the almost empty dish: "Is there any more?"

"Plus, won't Cici cook for you?" Shao Guanchao stared at the agent who ran to his apartment under various banners every day at meal time in distaste, "The rice at home is about to be eaten by you these two days Finished."

He Zengzuo hiccupped and wiped his mouth: "You only have seven figures in one endorsement, do you still care about this little bit of rice?"

"Oh, that person bought the rice, and he has no money," Shao Guanchao pointed to Ji Rong who had just come out of the kitchen with his rice bowl, and sincerely said to He Zengshi, "This person only has 382 yuan a week. The leftover budget can’t afford the rice you eat now.”

"Ah?" He Zengzuo was so surprised that his jaw could barely close, "Mr. Tingshui, is your boss paying you such a low salary? Why don't you come to our studio and find out about the co-screenwriter, the salary is sure It is higher than the weekly salary of 382."

The seat opposite Shao Guanchao was taken by He Zengchao, Ji Rong moved next to Shao Guanchao, the left arm holding the bowl was close to Shao Guanchao's right arm, rubbing a little ambiguous heat when he sat down.He smiled gently at He Zengshi and said, "382 is enough."

This sentence was like a reassurance, the corners of Shao Guanchao's mouth couldn't stop rising after hearing this, and he gave Ji Rong a meatball as a reward.

He Zengshi took a look at this and that, and finally understood why a well-known screenwriter was so happy to be reduced to a money-saving nanny, and poured all the remaining sweet and sour pork into his bowl in grief and indignation. clean.

After seeing off He Zengzhang, Shao Guanchao wandered around the living room to digest food, while Ji Rong was tidying up the messy dining table.Thinking of He Changshang's food intake and the increasingly thin rice bags at home, for the sake of his own health, Shao Guanchao turned his head and asked Ji Rong: "Is there enough pocket money for this week? Do you want to pay for next week in advance?"

It was said that it was for Ji Rong's pocket money, but in fact the money was used for food for the two of them, and the price of goods in S City is high, so it is conceivable that someone can't have a few dollars left for private use.

Ji Rong made the housework of tidying the dining table into an elegant and artistic sense. The movements are elegant and slow, but it looks very ornamental.Hearing this, he smiled at Shao Guanchao and said, "It's enough to support my baby."

Suddenly stunned by the sound of "my baby", Shao Guanchao blushed and stammered unconsciously: "Then there is no need to raise another Plus, he seems a bit redundant." When He Zengjian heard it, he would probably feel the torrential rain in his heart screaming in the miserable music.

In the past two days, Mr. He's manager has indeed disturbed him quite frequently, and Shao Guanchao's idea can be said to be in someone's hands.

"Then if he comes back tomorrow, just give him two hard-boiled eggs." Shao Guanchao thought for a while, and in view of the current situation of soaring egg prices, he thought very much about his boyfriend, "No, one is enough. "

So the next day, He Zengzhe, who came to care about his artist under the pretense of coming to have a meal, felt a round object in his hand after the door opened, and then the half-open door closed in front of his eyes up.

Spread your hands and take a look—boiled eggs suddenly appeared in front of you.

He Zengjian was shocked. He worked hard to catch up with the friends in the public relations department on the "feasibility report about the boss's relationship". After work, he wanted to eat something delicious to comfort his tired soul. Only hard-boiled eggs?

The sad Broker He began to knock on the door frantically: "Ancestor——open the door——I know you are at home!"

Shao Guanchao's voice came muffled from behind the door: "Boiled eggs are high-protein foods. The protein contains a certain amount of riboflavin, niacin, biotin, calcium, phosphorus, iron and other substances, and the yolk is rich in vitamins." A and vitamin D, and contain high minerals such as iron, phosphorus, sulfur and calcium. Eating hard-boiled eggs often can delay the mental decline of the elderly, and it is very suitable for you to eat."

That pile of messy listening was copied from Baidu, and He Zengshi listened patiently to the end, and couldn't help but knock the eggshell on the door: "Shao Guanchao! Tell me clearly! Who is that intellectual?" Declining mentally handicapped!"

And Shao Guanchao, who finally drove the uninvited guest out of the door, grimaced at the door in a good mood: "Who asks who?" Turning his head, he met Ji Rong's thoughtful eyes, and remembered that he seemed to be too complacent, the actor's reserve Gentleness is gone.

"It's nothing to look at. Let's serve dinner." Shao Guanchao held his neck and tried hard to contain the shame that wanted to spread to his face, pretending that Erbi who was making a face at the door was not himself.

He Zengzhang who was outside the door probably finally realized that his short career as a meal maker was over, and the knock on the door never sounded again.

Ji Rong set the plate and sat opposite Shao Guanchao, propping up his elbows to watch him pull out the chair and sit down.In Ji Rong's eyes, Shao Guanchao's eyes were sparkling, full of love for food.

"You have a magazine cover shoot in the morning of the day after tomorrow, and the game console will be placed in the living room for the next two nights, and you are not allowed to play it." Ji Rong picked up the bowl and sat down, seeing Shao Guanchao still holding the PSV with one hand, he followed suit.

Shao Guanchao's hands trembled, and he took out his phone guiltily to confirm his recent itinerary: "How do you know that I'm going to shoot the cover of a magazine the morning after tomorrow?"

"Shooting the magazine cover in the morning the day after tomorrow, and doing a micro-interview with Lu Panqing in the evening. On the morning of the 16th, Manager He will send over the script for the fifth episode, and the fifth episode will be recorded on the 18th." Ji Rong sandwiched a piece of poached chicken and put it on In Shao Guanchao's bowl, he raised his eyes to see Shao Guanchao's increasingly surprised expression, "Broker He sent me a copy of your itinerary, and let me urge you not to forget the itinerary."

That's a good relationship. I have a boyfriend and a 24-hour personal assistant.Shao Guanchao looked at half of the game on PSV in embarrassment, and then thought of another question: "...how do you know that I play games until late every night?"

——Although the two have established a romantic relationship, due to various reasons, Ji Rong has always lived in the guest room, and has not reached a cohabitation in a real sense.Ji Rong, who lived in the guest room, knew that he lived in the master bedroom and had small activities every night before going to bed, which made Shao Guanchao wonder if the walls of his master and guest bedrooms were transparent in one direction.

"You bring the PSV into the room every day, and when you take it out the next day, the progress of the game is much faster than the day before." Ji Rong's insightful smile made Shao Guanchao shrink his neck, "Stop playing games before going to bed , I will take measures when necessary."

What measure?One sentence caught Shao Guanchao's imagination, and suddenly the romance novel that Xiao Qiao asked Xiao Qiao to borrow to figure out the protagonist's experience when he was looking for inspiration for emotional dramas suddenly appeared in his mind. , pushed open the door forcefully, lay down on the bed, and hugged the heroine... shy!Cover your face!It's really embarrassing to take things by force!

In the evening, Shao Guanchao soon knew what Ji Rong's measures meant.

After washing in the evening, Shao Guanchao habitually picked up the PSV and planned to enter the room to continue exploring. When passing by Ji Rong's room, he glanced in provocatively, and found that Mr. Tingshui seemed to be unaware of his fingers in it.

Didn't this person still say that he would supervise himself not to play games?Shao Guanchao muttered something in his heart, walked past the guest room lightly, walked to his room and closed the door heavily.

Heh, today is also a day where you can push pictures like crazy.Shao Guanchao poked into the game excitedly, and a happy smile froze on his face.

After a while, the door of the master bedroom was opened from the inside, and Shao Guanchao rushed into the guest room aggressively holding a PSV: "Ji! Rong! Did you clear the game!"

On the screen, the Q version villains are flying up and down around "Congratulations on clearing the level", and the joyful BGM sounds particularly exciting.

Ji Rong exited the document and closed the computer, raised his eyes to see the PSV screen that was almost touching his glasses, and admitted calmly: "Hmm."

Hearing that the other party was so calm, Shao Guanchao felt even more angry: "You know how hard it was for me to find the props! I cleared the level without knowing who the murderer is!"

"The murderer is the butler who came in to deliver the medicine in the second act, and the murder weapon is the candlestick." Ji Rong followed the spoiler.

Shao Guanchao was heartbroken: "Arong, you were not like this before. You couldn't even get past the third act... Uh!" Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled into his arms by the other party and hugged him tightly.

"What are you doing, Ji Rong??" Someone struggling.

Ji Rong restrained Shao Guanchao's restless arm with one hand, and turned off the bedside light with the other hand: "Sleep."

"Why are you hugging me when you sleep??"

"I want to watch you and not let you play game consoles."

Being held in Ji Rong's arms, the other party's reassuring and dry breath was overwhelming, Shao Guanchao thought to himself before falling asleep: Wocao, there is still a time when romance novels are wrong.

The author has something to say:

I had a serious and lively academic exchange with my friend today on whether the quantifier for a sweater is "one piece" or "one piece". Let me ask you all, how do you use this quantifier over there?