818 The actor who was raised by my milk

A pomegranate tree is planted in front of the snack bar. It is said that it has been hundreds of years old. The trunk grows very freely, and even part of it is embedded in the wall.

There are some crooked strokes on the bark, which are said to be the names of the people who the shopkeeper went to when he was young. These people have gone to the city except him who is still in the town.

There is a faded advertising umbrella under the pomegranate tree, and the rain-dropped pomegranate flowers cover the umbrella with a red layer. The goldfish in the dry rut flicked its tail vigorously on the umbrella surface.

Chi Ming and Yan Jiu sat on a small stool, holding pomegranate cakes under an umbrella to hide from the rain.

Pomegranate cake is a kind of rice cake, which is dyed light red with flower juice. It has a translucent powdery texture, much like freshly ripe pomegranate seeds.

Chi Ming only bought one at first, maybe because he was hungry, he thought the rice cake was unexpectedly delicious, sweet but not greasy, with a fresh and unaffected floral fragrance.

So he asked the boss to add two more, planning to eat one for himself, and pack another one for Dongfang Xiaoxin to try.

Uncle Bai on the side also said: "The store is sorry for you, we want to add ten more—"

Chi Ming looked at Yan Jiu when he heard the words, it was clearly written on his face why are you so good at eating?

Uncle Bai immediately explained, "I brought it to the driver and the others."

But the boss yelled at them: "Xi Niu is not tall enough, he will be muddy..."

Uncle Bai took the initiative to act as an interpreter, "Master Jiu, he said that there is not enough pomegranate cakes, so there is only one. The rest needs to be made fresh, and we have to wait for another half an hour. I suggest that we go back today and come back tomorrow. After all, it is raining. It's getting bigger and bigger, and there's no intention of stopping, and the road here is so narrow that cars can't drive it, we have to walk for a while, and it's not worthwhile if we get wet and catch a cold."

Yan Jiu got up, and the transparent raincoat that had been nestled for a while made a rustling sound. He looked at the outbox in Chi Ming's hand, "It's grown hair."

Chi Ming was wondering before how Yan Jiu would appear here by such a coincidence, but now it seems that it is exactly as he expected, and it is aimed at his son again.

Chi Ming avoided the topic, "How is your one?"

Yan Jiu: "It's bald, like a boiled egg."

Even if Chi Ming was wary of Yan Jiu in his heart, he was a competent old father after all. Whenever he encountered a topic about his son, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words, "bald is cute, and it's still early. It only started to grow hair in half a month, and yours should not be ready yet."

Yan Jiu was still looking at the little bald hair that was no longer bald, with an expression on his face that he wanted to steal it away.

Chi Mingxin said that if there is no comparison, there will be no harm, and food will always be more delicious from other people's bowls.

Xiao Wandan always liked his son, but now that he saw the upgraded Mao son, compared with his own son who was still bald, he would definitely feel that other people's sons were inferior to his own son.

"I've bought many kinds of beauty products, and I've also tried traditional Chinese medicine." Chi Ming felt that it would be a good choice to help the little dude's parrot grow fur sooner, no matter for others or himself. "In the end, Chinese medicine should work. Hair grows after just two days of spraying."

Yan Jiu: "Did you bring it?"

Asking this way is like a child asking if something is delicious, and the implication is that he wants to eat it.

"I brought it, but I put it in the suitcase and didn't take it out. If you are interested, you can bring your son to try."

Yan Jiu nodded, as if thinking about the time to try.

Uncle Bai said: "Master Jiu, do you want to try it tomorrow? The rain is really getting bigger and bigger. I read the weather forecast and it is 80% likely to turn into a heavy rain tonight, and the coal is not brought out in the car." , this time and again, I have to walk in the rain... There is no rush to try Chinese medicine, right now, right? And our briquettes are cute like this now, don’t you just like hairless ones? ?"

Yan Jiu didn't answer the series of questions, but only asked Chi Ming: "How can I find you?"

So Chi Ming reported his contact information to him, thinking that whether it was tonight or tomorrow, when the little dandy wanted to try it, it would be good to contact him in advance, but it was only when he returned to the guest house that he felt stupid, so he could just call the guest house. location, so that there is no need to report his private number, and he should report it, and he forgot to ask for the contact information of the other party.

very passive.

In the evening, the rain gradually stopped, and the directors heard that there would be springs on the mountain after the rain, so they immediately started to write the plot of going up to the mountain to see the spring, and planned to have Chi Ming and the others go up the mountain early tomorrow morning.

But the rain only stopped for half an hour, and when it was dark, there were several thunderclaps. The rain seemed to be on stimulants, and it was about to rush all the way in the direction of the heavy rain.

The rain was too loud, Chi Ming sat at the end of the bed, couldn't read the book or the script, and couldn't hear the music clearly, so he could only hug Bubal and stare out the window in a daze.

The roommate Yuan Fangfang couldn't sit still, and went from room to room to say hello all afternoon, and didn't return until seven o'clock.

"Brother Chi, Brother Chi, the director has added a show for our dinner. There will be an instant noodle contest. I really like instant noodles. It doesn't matter what flavor it is. The point is that you have to lie down! You also need to have soft-boiled eggs. , Poke one of them to adjust the soup, and dip the other one directly in the powder to eat, it is absolutely delicious! Oh yes, this is the script, as I just said, it is an instant noodle competition, just a few of us cook and make bubbles Noodles, you can do whatever you want. After you finish it, give it to a few young ladies to try and judge. Those who win can get two points directly. The editor-director sister may want to say that when it rains and you can’t go out, you know how to make instant noodles delicious. He is the real male god... Ahhh what is this? Brother Chi, I just saw it! Is this your son? The parrot wearing a wig on Weibo before! Hahaha, so cute, can I touch it? "

"Yes." Chi Ming panted, "but my son likes to bite."

Yuan Fangfang withdrew his outstretched claw abruptly, "Alright boss, I don't dare to say goodbye to boss, after all, everyone with good looks has a temper. Brother Chi, you are already the handsomest guy with the best personality I have ever seen." ——Ah, it's time! Brother Chi, let's go and cook instant noodles! Believe me, laying two eggs is really delicious in the world."

After going downstairs, the choreographer explained a few words to Chi Ming alone, telling him to be different, not just to cook instant noodles casually, but to be delicate and innovative, to pretend that it was cooked for his girlfriend, to Cook with the mood of a marriage proposal, and in the process, you must express your cold outside and hot inside, it is best to add a little sensational, tell a story about the unsuccessful cooking of instant noodles when you were a child...

Chi Ming couldn't get the idea of ​​using instant noodles to propose to others. Pretending to cook them for his girlfriend certainly didn't exist, but it was hard for him to make instant noodles.

He made an instant noodle version of spaghetti bolognese, and Jiang Chengxin robbed half of the bowl before it was served.

After everyone is finished, all the actors will share the instant noodle meal at the same table, and let Jiang Chengxin and Xixi comment on it.

Chi Ming happened to be sitting at the opposite table with Shi Lingfeng, so it was difficult not to pay attention to each other.

Chi Ming knew that Shi Lingfeng was the same as himself this time, so he didn't bring his manager, but he didn't expect that even his assistant had a new face.

The assistant was standing not far from Shi Lingfeng during the meal. He was about 30 years old, not tall, dark and thin, with a hooked nose and sunken cheeks.

The painting style is very different from the previous assistants.

I don't know if the prince forcibly stuffed him in to monitor him.

After the meal, I recorded some extras, and I didn’t call it a day until 09:30.

When Chi Ming was taking a bath, he heard Yuan Fangfang yelp outside, and then saw him push the door in, and through the shower curtain, he said in an excited tone as if he had taken a statuette: "Brother Chi, Brother Chi—— There is big news! Guess, guess, who is the room next door to us!?"

"Not a sponsor?"

"Yes, yes, but the point is, guess who the sponsor is!"

Chi Ming: "..."

A thought that I also thought was absurd vaguely rose in my heart.

"Give me a hint, there is an intersection between you! And this intersection is related to food, guess who it is!"

Chi Ming: "..."

Sure enough?

There is only one wall between the bathroom and the corridor, and the wall is thin and the sound insulation is not good. You can clearly hear footsteps outside in the bathroom.

Yuan Fangfang lowered his voice, "Guess any one?"

Chi Ming made up a name casually, and Yuan Fangfang finally couldn't bear to reveal the answer.

Sure enough, it was Yan Jiu who I had only met in the afternoon.

Yuan Fangfang waited expectantly for a long time, but Chi Ming didn't show any special interest. He felt bored, so he had to go out and use WeChat to share the news of the explosion with others.

Chi Ming took a quick shower, casually put on a pair of big shorts, and went to get his clothes with the towel on his head.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Yuan Fangfang was still excited, jumped up and opened the door without asking, and then Chi Ming heard him yelling again, "Brother Chi, Brother Chi, come on, come on, come on!" Come—yes, someone is looking for you!"

So after the dessert contest, Chi Ming, disheveled, topless, and with dripping hair, saw Yan Jiu outside his door again.

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