Who Stolen My Protagonist Halo [Transmigration Book]

Ji Lingxi felt heavy because of the afternoon dream.

The life trajectory of the original owner in the dream was shocking and sad, and the world was turned upside down overnight, leaving an indelible shadow in the heart of this young man who was only a month away from adulthood.

Even thinking about it afterwards, Ji Lingxi still has lingering fears.

Another thing that made him feel heavy was the unfinished wish of the original owner - to go to college and become an excellent oil painter.

In his previous life, when Ji Lingxi was still studying, no one told him the importance of reading. Even the teacher ignored a problem student like him, so he never regretted it after leaving school.However, various educational qualifications are broadcast on TV network news every day, and he still knows that studying well and going to a good university will create more wealth.

Therefore, he worked from dawn to dusk every day, saved part of the money he earned, and almost invested part of it in the education of his younger cousin. Finally, his hard work paid off, and his younger cousin was admitted to a good university.

To say that Ji Lingxi is envious, in fact, there is still some envy, just like poor people long for money, ugly people want to be beautiful, and uneducated people envy those highly educated elites.

Now that the opportunity was in front of him, he... was scared.

The very, very cowardly kind.

In particular, the original owner's score of 701 is the No. [-] scholar in Yancheng this year!

A true scumbag who seldom passes in school, Brother Ji almost bangs his head against the wall when he finds out that he is the number one student in liberal arts. He can make up for it in painting with practice making perfect, but how many years has he not been to school?To him, writing is obviously a hypnotic product, and then there is English. He can recognize all the 26 letters by himself, okay?

The memory of the original owner?It doesn't work if he has the original owner's memory, as soon as he recalls the knowledge in his mind, he feels drowsy.

but!

He still has to fill out the volunteer form.

And thanks to his status as the No. 2 student in liberal arts, Huaguo University and Yenching University, Huaguo's top 2, offered him an olive branch. They admitted him not as an art student, but as a cultural student.Then Yanjing Academy of Fine Arts (hereinafter referred to as Yanmei) stopped doing it. The original owner got No.[-] good grades in the Yanmei admissions examination, which is definitely their artistic talent.

Ji Lingxi is one head and two older. Ask Ji’s father and Ji’s mother. The two answers are the same: “Choose what you like. No matter what you choose, we will support you.”

Parents are really open-minded parents, but Ji Lingxi clearly wants to listen to their opinions!

In the end, Ji Lingxi still chose Yanmei. Yanmei's oil painting department was the department that the original owner liked the most. The original owner's wish was to be an excellent oil painter and hold a solo exhibition.

Ji Lingxi...

Painting can't be more difficult than learning cultural knowledge, right?

When Ji Lingxi finished filling out the volunteers and walked out of school, Ji Lingxi felt that ten tons of burden had been lifted.

……

Afterwards, he received a call from Fang Baiyi, telling him that the contract had been finalized, and Hill Media agreed to terminate the contract directly... If they didn't terminate the contract, it would be impossible. Hill Media simply wouldn't stand up, and they would definitely lose in the lawsuit.

Ji Lingxi went to Shanqiu Media according to what Fang Baiyi said, signed the termination agreement, and left with Fang Baiyi, ignoring the sinister eyes of the person in charge of Shanqiu Media.

"Brother Fang, thank you very much this time. I will transfer the lawyer's fee to you." Ji Lingxi is stingy, but it is not enough to say that he will not give money to find someone to do things.

Fang Baiyi smiled and shook his head: "That's unnecessary."

"That won't work, won't this make you run for nothing?" Ji Lingxi insisted.

"I just made two phone calls and made two trips to Shanqiu Media. It was just a matter of doing business, and it was nothing more than a little effort." Fang Baiyi said truthfully.

"Can……"

"If you really want to thank you, you can thank Young Master Fu. He asked me to do something, and he is taking the charge of the Fu family. In other words, I have already charged you, so I can't be cheeky to charge you again." Fang Baiyi didn't say anything about it. Among them, various interests are put on the surface.

Ji Lingxi tilted his head, as if he was wondering if he should call Fu Tianyou and ask him. Among all the debts, favor debts are the hardest to repay, and he didn't want to owe Fang Baiyi a favor either.

"Little classmate, don't believe it. There are really fees, so don't feel that you owe me favors." After all, Fang Baiyi was born as a lawyer, and he is still a genius now. How can he not see Ji Lingxi's thoughtfulness.

Ji Lingxi scratched her chin, but she didn't have to force someone to charge a lawyer's fee.

"By the way, little classmate, you went to see Mr. Fu and brought him steamed rice and tofu curd. Is it a new product at the new store meeting?" Fang Baiyi asked suddenly.

Hearing this, Ji Lingxi couldn't help being stunned, and shook his head quite speechlessly: "I made it casually at home." The main reason is that I want to eat it, and steamed rice can fill me up, so I make it.

Fang Baiyi was a little regretful: "I took a look at the new store when I passed by. It's not small, and there are two floors. You can add some new products, such as Xiaolongbao, bean curd porridge, etc..."

Ji Lingxi was reminded by him and suddenly realized that she still has some good snacks. She rolled her eyes and said back to him, "I'll go back and discuss it with my parents."

……

After bidding farewell to Fang Baiyi, Ji Lingxi returned home, just as Ji's mother was studying the menu.

Now that the new store is about to be completed, the advertisements for signature dishes need to be customized. The main product must still be wontons. The name of the store also inherits the previous "Ji's Wontons". Before, the main staple food in the store was mostly wontons and siu mai, such as fresh meat wontons, fresh meat wontons with swallow skin , Yanpi Shrimp Wonton, Bamboo Dried Fresh Meat Wonton, Emerald Glutinous Rice Siu Mai, Egg Yolk Siu Mai, etc. After all, the store is small and there are too many varieties on the menu to keep busy.

Ji Lingxi went over to take a look, and found that in addition to the original wontons and siu mai, the menu listed by Ji's mother had added various vermicelli pots, porridge and set meals.

"Mom, is the set meal necessary?" Ji Lingxi frowned slightly as she looked at the long list of dish names.

Ji's mother also frowned: "Actually, I don't think it's necessary. There are too many kinds of rice bowls, bibimbap, and braised chicken and rice. Although there are many customers' needs, we mainly focus on soups. It takes more than one serving for customers to order." It’s not worth the manpower.”

"Then don't do it." Ji Lingxi said casually.

"However, wonton siu mai is too little?" Mother Ji hesitated, "And many adults will get hungry easily if they don't eat rice at noon and night?" As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Ji Lingxi.

Ji Lingxi touched the tip of his nose, his stomach was like a bottomless pit, and he would get hungry soon after a meal without rice, so he got up early in the morning to cook rice for steamed rice.

"Then do you want to add something else?" He proposed while resting his chin.

"Add what?" Mother Ji became a little interested.

Ji Lingxi went through his mind for a while, and then found that he knew a lot, and it was very complicated and "food stall style". Finally, he chose one that was qualified: "Soup dumplings, how about it?"

As soon as she heard the word "soup dumpling", Ji's mother had a hard time: "Your dad and I can only make a few small steamed buns at most, soup dumpling...they really don't have that skill."

"I will." Ji Lingxi blurted out.

Mother Ji was surprised: "You will?"

"Eh..." Ji Lingxi realized that she was fast-talking, but the original owner didn't remember knowing how to cook soup dumplings. The original owner's cooking skills basically combined the skills of Ji's father and Ji's mother, and soup dumplings were not among them.

He couldn't answer, but Ji's mother gave him a reason: "Is it because Dabao and Xiaobao put you in front of you again and cried that the soup dumplings at the school gate are delicious and can't be lined up to buy them, and you secretly researched them to satisfy the greedy two little ones? "

Ji Lingxi: "..." This reason is really practical.

"You're not afraid to get used to those two guys." Mother Ji gave him a serious look, although her tone was reproachful, her eyes were full of smiles.

Ji Lingxi smiled and said: "It's okay, with me here, they can't turn the world around."

"Yes, yes, they can listen to you."

"Hey." Ji Lingxi's smiling eyes curled up, and the conversation changed, and she said again: "Mom, do you have flour and meat at home? I'm free in the afternoon. I'll make some soup dumplings to practice my hands."

"Yes, I just bought it this morning, and the pork is fresh." Mother Ji replied, not stopping his enthusiasm.

"I remember you bought a chicken yesterday, didn't you? Can I use it to make soup?" Ji Lingxi rolled up her sleeves and stood in front of the refrigerator when she spoke.

"Send chicken soup to Tianyou?" Mother Ji asked subconsciously.

Ji Lingxi staggered and almost bumped into the refrigerator. After she stabilized her body, she asked speechlessly, "Why do you think I'm making soup for him?"

Mother Ji blinked and wondered: "Isn't it? Didn't you run to Fugui Road with a thermos these two days? Didn't you give it to Tianyou?"

Ji Lingxi: "..."

He was speechless.

But yesterday, after he had slept in Fu Tianyou's bed and was pinched awake, he found that Fu Tianyou was in a very unhappy mood. He couldn't tell whether it was because of him or for other reasons, anyway, he was very upset with him.

Maybe it's because Fu Tianyou's cleanliness is so serious that no one else can touch his bed?

"Mom, I'm making chicken soup because I want soup dumplings." Ji Lingxi had no choice but to explain the real purpose of chicken soup.

Ji's mother raised her eyebrows: "You can still know how to cook chicken soup dumplings?"

"...But I don't guarantee that it will be delicious." Ji Lingxi said against her will.

In this world, there are Ji’s wontons with excellent taste, but in Ji Lingxi’s original world, there are Ji’s soup dumplings. Of course, it’s not that his small restaurant is called this name, but the soup dumplings that he figured out by himself are absolutely delicious. Good, everyone who tasted it praised it.It's just that soup dumplings are very troublesome to make, and the little cousin doesn't want to eat them, and he usually doesn't want to make them.

As for now, he is not stingy at all to contribute this craft to buy new food for his new store.

This busy work took a full three hours, because many things were not prepared and needed to be prepared temporarily, but it took a lot of effort.

When the steamer came out of the pot, Mother Ji became the first taster to taste it, her eyes lit up immediately, and she was full of praise.

But Ji Lingxi himself was a little dissatisfied after trying one. Soup dumpling, the skin is thin and the filling is juicy. One bite, the soup overflows. But because the preparation is not enough, the skin is less frozen when making the meat filling, and the soup is thick. What is lacking, so the overall taste is a little less.

Ji's mother didn't feel inadequate at all. There were 24 soup dumplings in four cages, and she made [-] of them by herself, hiccupping.

"...Mom, don't you get tired of it?" Ji Lingxi looked at the empty steamer with black lines.

"It's not greasy, it's delicious!" Ji's mother hiccupped again, she stood up and said, "I steamed the rest, so I can eat it when your father and Xiaobao come back."

There are five people in the family, even though the two younger ones are only eight years old, they have a lot of activities and a lot of appetite. Ji Lingxi is at the level of a rice bucket at this age, so he ran out of ingredients and made almost [-] soup dumplings.

Fortunately, his family owns a restaurant and has all kinds of kitchen utensils at home, otherwise it would be troublesome to steam.

Thinking of the delicious taste of soup dumplings, Mother Ji smacked her lips, and suddenly said, "Give some to Tianyou."

Ji Lingxi almost bumped into the steamer again, he looked sideways at Mother Ji, and asked in a strange tone: "Why did you give it to him?" Fu Tianyou is not his partner!

Mother Ji said as a matter of course: "You are good friends."

Ji Lingxi: "..."

He actually... didn't know how to refute.