fake show [entertainment circle]

Fang Luobei looked at his startled look and laughed: "What are you afraid of?"

Jian Lin paused for a moment, then regained consciousness quickly, tore himself off the gate, held it out calmly, and asked, "You just came back?"

Fang Luobei said lightly: "Let's relax." He put away his umbrella, stood under the canopy, looked down at the bag in Jian Lin's hand, "So many?"

Jian Lin had a serious expression: "Some are for you, and some I brought to the crew."

Fang Luobei teased him: "Sell?"

Jian Lin: "No, eat by yourself, and share some with Qiu Shuai and the others."

The two were talking, Fang Luobei touched the key to open the door, Jian Lin moved aside a little, and bumped into the rich tree by the door.

Today's rain was thin and violent, and the leaves of the fortune tree were covered with water. Jian Lin turned his head to look, and stretched out his feet to hook the flower pot inward.

Fang Luo turned north to unlock it, and looked back.

Jian Lin: "Too much water and trees will die."

Fang Luobei pushed open the door: "The guard comes to water every day."

Jian Lin was astonished, and raised his head: "Huh? Too much water and the roots will rot."

Fang Luobei had a smile in his eyes: "You didn't tell the guard, and you didn't tell me either."

Jian Lin immediately lowered his head to look at the rich tree, squatting down while looking at it, with a delivery bag for vegetables in his hand.

Fang Luobei took the umbrella into the door, stood by the wall, touched it with his hand, and touched the consecration on the wall.

The front yard was instantly brightly lit, and along the way illuminated the small area beyond the threshold.

The green leaves of the fortune tree are clearly illuminated, and the figure of the boy next to the potted plant is also clearly visible.

The figure seemed to have some magical power. Fang Luobei was happy when he looked at the back before, but now he felt better when he looked at the silhouette.

He didn't rush, just stood at the door.

Jian Lin looked at one, and then looked at the other one by the door. While observing the two potted plants, he turned the pots around in situ, and moved them to a dry place under the awning.

After finishing, Jian Lin clapped his hands and stood up: "Fortunately, the root doesn't look bad."

Fang Luobei: "Finished?"

Jian Lin nodded: "Well, I've finished reading it."

Fang Luobei said directly: "Come in."

Jian Lin's back was like the back of a living mural, and she subconsciously wanted to find a wall sticker.

Fang Luobei had already turned around: "Close the door."

Jian Lin was silent for a moment before stepping into the threshold.

Just like he got into Fang Luobei's car without hesitation, he also didn't have any thoughts of vigilance when he entered this door.

Similarly, his always accurate intuition did not tell him that this door cannot be entered.

Jian Lin is not a person who keeps his thoughts in his heart and struggles repeatedly, since he thinks it is possible to enter, then go in.

The lock clicked and the door closed behind him.

Jian Lin finally saw the true face of 16 Dong.

It is a single-family house with a large front yard, a lawn on one side, and a small pool on the other side. The whole house has three floors above the ground, and there is a large living room with a wide view through the entrance hall on the first floor.

Jian Lin's concept of a house has always been simple, only divided into big and small. This house is obviously in the big concept. It is not only big, but also very empty. There is basically nothing in the living room except for the TV, sofa and coffee table. The distance between the TV wall and the sofa is shorter than theirs. The depth of the porridge shop is long.

Seeing it, Jian Lin subconsciously thought: I can set up a few more dining tables.

Fang Luobei did not have a brain speculum, so he had no way of knowing these thoughts. He took a pair of new slippers from the cabinet in the entrance and handed them to Jian Lin.

Jian Lin took it, and was still holding the delivery bag in the other hand. Fang Luobei glanced down and reached out to take it: "Give it to me."

Jian Lin handed it to him: "It's in the box."

The bag was taken, and the back of the hand and the fingertips seemed to be touched.

Jian Lin's attention instantly shifted from changing his shoes to his hands: the fingertips touching the back of his hands were dry and slightly cool.

Jian Lin lowered her head to change her shoes, and silently held her breath in order to maintain her stability.

Fang Luobei took the bag and teased: "I remind you so clearly, are you afraid I'll eat it all?"

Jian Lin remained calm and changed his shoes: "No."

Fang Luobei walked in: "Have you eaten?"

Jian Lin walked into the living room, looked around the room curiously: "Well, I've eaten."

Fang Luobei: "Come over after eating."

It was the first time Jian Lin saw such a large living room, so he walked slowly in and followed.

Next to the living room is the dining room, where there is a dining table with a black marble countertop.

Fang Luobei put the bag on the table, pulled out a chair, and motioned for Jian Lin to sit down: "I have a bad appetite, eat something with me."

The fact that Fang Luobei has a bad appetite is well known to the entire crew.

Their lunch and dinner meals in the factory shed are usually box lunches prepared by the hotel kitchen, with four dishes and one soup.

In order to film, Jian Lin tried hard to control her daily diet except for breakfast. She only ate half a box for a meal, drank water and ate some small oranges at other times, and seldom ate snacks.

Yun Yao and Qiu Shuai don't have so many scenes, and they don't eat much, especially they don't eat carbohydrates.

Even so, at every meal time, as long as there is no play, they will eat normally. If there is a play to be filmed, it will be later.

Regardless of whether it's on time or late, Fang Luobei never packs lunch, and rarely eats on set.

Chen Yang is idle on the set, he likes to look around, he made a special observation, and said that his male god really seldom eats in the set, and only drinks mineral water.

Is it because I have a bad appetite?

No wonder people drink porridge every day during the Spring Festival.

Anyway, I can eat it anyway, and if I eat some more, it will be a supper. Jian Lin agreed, and took out the lunch boxes in the bag one by one. Fang Luobei took Jian Lin's flattering porridge out of the bag, and found that the porridge The pot is a small electric cooker liner with a lid on it.

Fang Luobei snorted: "It's hard for you, give me the surplus food you hid in the hotel."

Jian Lin didn't have the nerve to say that the food in this pot of porridge was the last handful of rice he brought out: "The main thing is that there is no lunch box."

Fang Luo picked up the small rice cooker in the north, and Jian Lin's first reaction was that Boss Luo's ten fingers should not touch the spring water, so it's better not to move, so he reached out to pick it up: "Let me do it."

Fang Luobei let him go, lifted the lid of the delivery box, and pointed to the direction behind him: "The kitchen is over there, the pots and pans are in the cabinet, and you can find them yourself."

Jian Lin grew up so big, it was the first time he saw such a big house, such a big living room, and also the first time he saw such a big kitchen.

He originally thought that the living room was big and empty, and that the kitchen should continue the owner's habit of being empty, but it didn't.

The kitchen is large, but not empty. Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and common utensils are placed on the countertop, and there are dishcloths and paper towels in the corner of the sink. There are traces of daily life everywhere.

Jian Lin brought the porridge to the counter, and didn't need to dig through any cabinets, the pot on the stove could be used.

When the porridge is hot, I am afraid that the millet will be too thick and stick to the bottom of the pot. The shovels used are all taken from the drainer. Looking at the plastic handle, you can tell that it is not a newly dismantled decoration, and it is usually used.

Jian Lin stood in front of the stove, using a shovel to remove the bottom while heating the porridge. When the pot was hot, put down the shovel and put the lid on the pot.

It was quite surprising, he originally thought that Fang Luobei's kitchen should have no smoke at all, but it turned out not to be.

Maybe there is a nanny to arrange meals every day?

possible.

As soon as she turned her head, Jian Lin saw a piece of paper pressed by a refrigerator magnet on the refrigerator door behind her.

The handwriting on the paper was scribbled, from top to bottom, listing the seven days of the week, with a recipe after each day.

For example, boiled eggs and boiled lettuce are on Monday, and beef and corn are on Tuesday, from top to bottom until the weekend.

This is the menu for the babysitter?

"It's what I eat." Fang Luobei's voice came into the kitchen unhurriedly.

Jian Lin turned her head, thinking that Fang Luobei was standing at the door of the kitchen and saw him looking at the door of the refrigerator.

Jian Lin looked over in a daze, probed his head, and looked outside the door, thinking that Fang Luobei saw it and went out again, the person was outside the door.

It was only after walking to the door that Fang Luobei didn't get up at all, but was still sitting at the dining table with his back to the kitchen.

This man seemed to have an extraordinary insight. When Jian Lin walked to the door, his footsteps were so light and soundless. As soon as he stood still, Fang Luobei turned his head and said, "I didn't look at you."

Jian Lin felt stunned: "How do you know?"

Fang Luobei looked at him with a smile.

This expression made Jian Lin feel that his question was a bit silly.

He turned his head to look at the pot and fire on the stove, walked out, and returned to the dining table: "You didn't look, so you know?"

Fang Luobei: "I feel it."

Jian Lin sat down on the chair that Fang Luobei had opened for him before, leaning his elbows on the edge of the table, with innocent curiosity on his face.

Fang Luobei wanted to laugh at his expression: "Okay, I guess."

Jian Lin blinked: "Guess?"

Fang Luobei smirked: "It just happened to be my guess."

Jian Lin thought for a while, then signaled the kitchen with his eyes: "Then what if you guessed wrong?"

Fang Luobei had a good time: "I just said 'it's what I eat'. If I guessed wrong, you would give me a puzzled response. If I didn't say anything, you would think that I didn't tell you, but was calling outside. I don’t care too much about making phone calls or making voice calls.” It’s not like now, walking out of the kitchen with a face full of surprise, and asking what happened.

Jian Lin suddenly realized that it was so.

Fang Luobei was still amused by him.

Jian Lin then asked, "That's your recipe? It's on the refrigerator."

Fang Luobei: "Yes."

Jian Lin thought for a while: "You don't have an appetite, so you will still insist on eating some?"

Turning into Fang Luobei, he was surprised by this keen insight.

If it were someone else, whether it was Zhao Xudong or the cleaning aunt here, when they saw that piece of paper, they didn't say that. They would say, "You eat so simple?" "Just order this?" "Don't eat more? ".

Only Jian Lin looked at the menu and thought that he ate these, not because he wanted to eat, but because he insisted on supplementing some nutrients when he lost his appetite.

Fang Luobei suppressed his smile, and looked at the boy in front of him quietly.

Jian Lin paused: "Did I say something wrong?"

Fang Luobei: "No, I will make something to eat myself."

Jian Lin: "I thought it was you who wrote the menu. Auntie came to make it."

Fang Luobei got up and walked to the kitchen: "I will do it myself."

Jian Lin stood up, a little surprised: "Then I still guessed wrong."

Fang Luobei walked into the kitchen, stood in front of the sink, took the shovel that Jian Lin used just now, lifted the lid of the pot, lifted the bottom of the porridge a few times, and looked at Jian Lin: "Your words at the moment are better than those on the set. There are many times."

Jian Lin leaned against the counter next to the refrigerator: "It's fine if you don't go to work." After a pause, looking at Fang Luobei's silhouette, he said slowly, "Plus, I'm in a good mood today."

Fang Luobei turned off the fire on the stove, turned his head and glanced at him: "I see it." Then asked: "What did you buy?"

Jian Lin was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Fang Luobei still said the same thing: "Guess." After being in the group for so long, it is rare to go home again. Chen Yang knows to take his sister to KFC, and he must be the same.

At the door of the house, I deliberately turned back and left, probably to buy something.

Jian Lin stepped from the countertop on the side of the refrigerator to the side of the stove, and leaned against the edge of the counter: "You can guess this, so can you guess what I bought?"

Fang Luobei took a large bone china bowl from the cupboard, placed the bowl on the countertop, held the handle of the pot with one hand, and poured the porridge into it: "I can't guess."

Jian Lin didn't care about this topic anymore. Seeing Fang Luobei's skillful operation, his thoughts jumped directly to other things: "You always cook by yourself?" He helped the bowl while talking.

Fang Luobei: "Yeah." Put the pot into the sink, "Your words today are a bit too high."

Jian Lin still said, "Because I'm in a good mood."

Also because light is not stable enough, he now needs to talk and do things to divert his attention.

It's all cover up.

Jian Lin didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out his hand to carry the big white bowl. Fang Luobei took the bowl and chopsticks from the cabinet and held it with one hand. He just turned around and stretched out his hand to carry the bowl. He didn't touch the bowl, but Jian Lin's hand.

As if being burned, Jian Lin was startled, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Fang Luobei glanced at him: "I'll do it."

Jian Lin let out a "hmm", and subconsciously looked at the big white bowl and the hand holding the bowl.

Strangely, everything in his sight seems to be the focal point of the lens. The big white bowl is a phantom, and the hand holding the bowl is a real image. Against the background of pure white bone china, the fingers are white and slender, the joints are clear and clear, and the thumb is pressing on the edge of the bowl. , palm facing the bowl wall, the remaining fingers gently support the bottom of the bowl, hold...

"Does it look good?"

Like a tape stuck, Jian Lin just happened to get stuck on that "end", paused, and looked up.

Fang Luobei caught everything with his eyes, and with a half-smile, he asked Jian Lin the familiar sentence: "Where is your attention?"

Jian Lin: "..."

Fang Luobei had already put down the bowl and chopsticks in his other hand, and maintained the posture of holding the big white bowl, and kept looking at Jian Lin: "Huh?"

The tips of Jian Lin's ears turned red silently, but he wasn't the one who was shy, so the tips of his ears turned red, and his face was still hardened. He raised his eyes and asked back, "Can't you see?"

After finishing speaking, I hammered myself in my heart: You can really talk today!