Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

Putting the mobile phone by the window, Yan Si smiled and walked towards Wang Ping. In the smile, there was infinite murderous intent;

Wang Ping screamed like a pig: "Don't, don't, don't—"

Yan Si leaned closer to Wang Ping's ear, and asked sullenly, "Who did you call just now?"

Wang Ping quickly begged for mercy: "I didn't do it on purpose!!!"

Yan Si: "Destroy my image in front of the squad leader, do you think I should be killed?"

"You should be killed, you should be killed." Wang Ping said quickly, "I was blind, I didn't see you chatting happily with that person, I was wrong!!! I was wrong, can't I???"

The photographer is used to their noise, but seeing this scene, he couldn't help but gossip and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

Wang Ping immediately covered up: "I didn't say anyone."

"Xie Zhi." Yan Si was afraid that he would not understand the photography, so he added a note, "My monitor."

The photographer opened his mouth in surprise and raised his eyebrows. All the staff who were looking at the equipment also looked over with a smile and exchanged a tacit look.

Yan Si let go of Wang Ping, and Wang Ping clutched his heart, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

He is so tired, he is really tired, why is it so tiring to be a Wang Ping - he worked so hard to cover up the truth of the scandal for his teammates, but his teammates don't know how to cherish it at all.

To show affection is to show affection, right? ? ?What the hell is the three variety show linkage show affection? ? ?

As expected of you.

As expected of you! ! !

Yan Si didn't think there was any problem with his behavior at all, he flicked the ashes that didn't exist on his body, walked quickly into the kitchen, walked up to the lady in the chef's uniform, and squeezed her shoulder.

"Chef Mo, what are you teaching me to do today?" Yan Si asked.

In fact, Chef Mo's job is not a cook, but here, this old drama lady has become the most powerful cook in the whole show, and is forced to take over the task of cooking.

Chef Mo's son is as old as Yan Si, looking at him is like looking at a child in his own family, and immediately laughed: "Today, I will teach you how to make traditional preserved egg and lean meat porridge, okay?"

Yan Si listened obediently: "I will learn whatever Chef Mo does."

Wang Ping had just vomited blood, and as soon as he came in, he saw Yan Si pretending to be gentle and obedient, with a mouthful of blood constricted on his chest, and he almost vomited to death.

Swallowing his heart in a hurry, Wang Ping walked to Yan Si's side, and continued to speak softly: "Why did you change your sex? Is it because the family is finally going bankrupt?"

You know, there are four chefs from Sichuan, Lu, Huai, and Guangdong in Yan Si’s family, and even Yan Si’s first entry into the entertainment industry, the chefs who follow him are all selected super chefs—ah, it’s not that Yan Si is too squeamish, but Because it was Yan Si's first time cooking noodles in the group, he almost blew up the kitchen, so he arrogantly invited the chef to settle in.

This kind of person can learn to cook?

It was really a wonderful scene of the sun coming out from the west and the fish flying in the sky.

"Your family just went bankrupt." Yan Si scolded back with a pleasant face.

"Then why are you learning how to cook?"

Yan Si: "The squad leader doesn't know how to cook, I'll learn a few recipes and cook for him when I go home, can you take care of me?"

The mouthful of blood stuck in Wang Ping's chest just now finally spewed out, and Wang Ping coughed earth-shatteringly—he shouldn't be so mean! ! !Strictly punish this bitch!In addition to this reason, what else can there be? !

On the contrary, Chef Mo was a little surprised. She glanced at the camera, then at Yan Si's handsome side face, and asked softly, "The monitor is...?"

Chef Mo glanced at the camera nervously, moved over, and covered the camera: "Is it a girl you know?"

Yan Si shook his head: "Boy."

Chef Mo: "Ah... I see, we are good friends."

Chef Mo did not wait for Yan Si to answer, and nodded approvingly: "He cares so much about his friends, it shows that Xiao Yan is a very good boy—come, help me put these rice in the refrigerator to freeze."

Yan Si did as he said, and then came back and asked, "Why did you put Mi Bing on it?"

Chef Mo: "Because iced rice is easier to cook and bloom when cooking porridge..."

Cooking preserved egg and lean meat porridge is not that difficult. Turn on the rice cooker, throw all the ingredients, and set a timer, and you can eat it in a few hours.

However, the porridge cooked in a casserole over an open fire must be different.

Chef Mo asked Yan Si to stand beside him, and slowly explained when to add rice, when to add more water, when to add meat, and when to add preserved eggs.

While preparing the dishes, Yan Si patiently recorded. It took almost an hour for Chef Mo to make the casserole of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. The whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of porridge.

Xiao Xiaoxiao came in looking for the aroma, and with a wow, she ran to Chef Mo and Yan Si who were about to start eating.

"What is this?" Xiao Xiaoxiao asked and answered, "It's porridge with preserved egg and lean meat! Can you give me a bowl?"

Yan Si glanced at Xiao Xiaoxiao, he really wanted to say no, but Yan Si's family style was strict, and when it came to treating girls, his mother often taught him to be a gentleman.

So, Yan Si nodded very gentlemanly.

Chef Mo just filled a bowl and handed it to Yan Si, who handed it to Xiao Xiaoxiao.

Yan Si's original intention was to ask Xiao Xiaoxiao to find a cool place to drink it by himself, but Xiao Xiaoxiao was very polite and didn't even pick up the bowl. With Yan Si's hand, he took a spoonful and drank it. Take a big gulp.

Wang Ping: "..."

Yan Si: "..."

Xiao Xiaoxiao's eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Chef Mo exaggeratedly: "It's delicious!"

Chef Mo smiled and asked, "Really?"

Yan Si frowned unconsciously, and then forcefully thrust the bowl into Xiao Xiaoxiao's hand.

Yan Si: "Sister Xiao, if it tastes good, drink more."

Xiao Xiaoxiao is 21 years old this year, two years older than the 19-year-old Yan Si, but—what star would like to be called Miss X by his younger brother like this?Or big sister? ? ?

Xiao Xiaoxiao's face darkened in an instant, Wang Ping almost couldn't hold back his smile, he didn't care about Xiao Xiaoxiao's life or death, he pulled Yan Si and dragged him aside.

Wang Ping signaled Yan Si to come over, and muttered in a low voice: "Let me tell you, Xiao Xiaoxiao likes to buy notices very much, and the manager even told me to be on guard against her, didn't I tell you?"

Yan Si was inexplicable: "Didn't say it? What draft?"

Wang Ping: "Boys in the entire entertainment industry have a crush on my series."

Yan Si: "...She bought one and tried it."

Wang Ping suddenly realized and nodded.

That's true, in this entertainment industry, the female star who dared to buy a draft on Yan Si's head, hasn't been born yet!

On Saturday night, the whole school is doing self-study, and everywhere is very quiet.

Xie Zhi, who had been silent for many days, reappeared in the rivers and lakes again, still with the settings of watching videos and checking Weibo.

At [-]:[-] p.m., the variety show officially started broadcasting. More than half an hour later, the camera finally switched to the airport again. Accompanied by the flowers and music in the later stage, Yan Si walked out of the airport half a month ago.

Calculating the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the night when he arrived, after more than ten hours of long-distance flight, but his appearance was not compromised at all.

Coming out of the customs with a group of travel-worn travelers, Yan Si was pushing two suitcases, with long legs like flying, he was as handsome as walking on a catwalk.

Xie Zhi logged into Weibo and quickly went online.

Hold on to this: Brother Yan Si's long legs are so superior! ! !Why is Xiao Yan in the middle of the night still so fresh? ? ?

Xie Zhi posted a Weibo, just turned his eyes to the video, almost slapped the table and stood up.

I saw the gleaming Yan Si pushing two suitcases towards the camera, and after saying hello to the staff, he never appeared on the camera again, but put his blue backpack on the camera.

The close-up shot of the photographer swayed back and forth on the tie-dye bag a few times, and a vaguely helpless voice-over came: "Is it okay to shoot like this?"

Yan Si's voice sounded: "It's ok, thank you, Uncle Li."

The later subtitles appeared at the same time, a particularly helpless villain sighed, and the arrow pointed to the bag: "Please remember this bag, I will take the exam later!"

If this is not late self-study!If this is not still in class!If it wasn't for Zhang Zhengfan, he would still be sitting on the podium!

Then Xie Zhi must have pushed the things on the table in a hurry, and rushed out of the classroom to run around in the playground!

When he made this bag, he never thought that Yan Si would actually use it, nor did he ever consider that Yan Si would use it in variety shows.

Xie Zhi's eyes sparkled, he stopped checking Weibo, and looked at the screen seriously, waiting for the test site about this package.

The test center did not disappoint Xie Zhi either.

On the second day after Yan Si arrived in country f, he changed all the clothes on his body, but he didn't change the bag he carried after finishing the work.

After one night, not only did the bag not get wrinkled or stained with dust, but all the wrinkles disappeared, and it became a new bag just taken out of the cabinet.

Yan Si slung the tie-dye bag over his sports suit, not caring whether it was coordinated or not, so he happily met his new friends.

The saturation of the blue is not high, and the inside of the camera is not conspicuous, but -- Yan Si can't help but show off when he sees the camera, and wherever there is Yan Si, there are bags, making it seem like the bags are his main body.

The barrage laughed: [It can be seen that Yan Si is satisfied with this package. 】

Barrage: [Where did you get this bag. 】

Barrage: [Bold guess, sent by the monitor. 】

Barrage: [Brother, where did you get such a handmade bag, it's quite rare. 】

Xiao Xiaoxiao's brain circuit was surprisingly the same as that of this barrage. On the variety show, she moved to Yan Si's side and asked about the origin of this bag.

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class just rang.

Yan Si didn't change his face: "The most powerful artist in the world."

No! ! !Not the greatest artist in the world at all.

Xie Zhi slowly raised his hand and covered his face.

This bag is just the most ordinary handicraft made by the most ordinary middle school students in the world.

After Yan Si's words, the barrage became even crazier, and everyone began to show their good art appreciation ability, and began to guess who the artist would be.

Barrage: [Based on Yan Si's background, I conclude that this is definitely made by David, a modern artist from country f! 】

Barrage: [Wrong, it must be the work of an artist from country c, okay? ? ?This technique is indigo dyeing, and indigo dyeing is a traditional technique in country C! 】

Barrage: [I agree that it is country c, it seems that there is such an artist in Yunnan, maybe it is from him. 】

Barrage: [Are you talking about Qi Yunfang?I guess it was her too. 】

After a few barrages were frantically swiped, Xiao Xiaoxiao asked Yan Si the same question in a variety show, which gave the barrage a lot of face.

Xiao Xiaoxiao: "What artist? Can you tell me? I also want to buy a bag from him."

Barrage: [Sure enough, it's the rich man's world. 】

Barrage: [I have a financial relationship with a big star. 】

Xie Zhi quietly opened his five fingers, he wanted to see how Yan Si would respond.

On the camera, Yan Si raised his eyes slightly, seemed to glance at the sky with emotion, and then his expression returned to indifference.

"Private collection of artists." Yan Si said so, "It will not be rumored."

Xie Zhi put his five fingers together again, covered his face, and fell heavily on the table.