I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

After Yao Wangyou felt his pulse, he withdrew his hand lightly, and Xuan Mingcheng finally relaxed the breath he had been holding. He was a little speechless, but in the next second, Yao Wangyou's movements made him tense up again. up.

"Stick out your tongue." Yao Wangyou didn't know what she was thinking, and raised her hand to pat Luo Ziyu's head.

Luo Ziyu blinked, feeling inexplicable, but obediently stuck out his tongue to give Wangyou a look.

He Lang stood beside him and nodded his head. Is this one thing for one thing?Luo Ziyu, who usually has a bad temper, is so obedient?

Qin Zi, on the other hand, looked at the flannel sofa cushion that Xuan Mingcheng was holding under his hand, worried that it would rot if he pulled it a few more times...

"It's just coldness in the spleen and stomach." Yao Wangyou waved his hand, turned around and walked to Xuan Mingcheng and sat on the sofa, Xuan Mingcheng looked at him sideways.

Luo Ziyu pressed his stomach, stared at Yao Wangyou without blinking, and said, "And then?"

"I'll give you a prescription, Brother Lang, tell him to eat on time. I'll write down the ones that are usually taboo and the ones that are suitable for eating." Yao Wangyou said, turning to look at Luo Ziyu, neither salty nor bland A sentence came, "Remember to eat obediently, you are such an adult."

The corner of Luo Ziyu's mouth twitched: "Oh..."

"The soup should be hot." Yao Wangyou reached out to take the pen and paper from He Lang, pulled off the cap, and saw that it was a fountain pen. He didn't know how to use it.

Xuan Mingcheng sniffled, took out a black-tube pen from his coat pocket, and stuffed it into Yao Wangyou's hand: "Here."

Yao Wangyou blinked and looked at him.

Xuan Mingcheng pursed his mouth——Open it and see for yourself.

Yao Wangyou opened it, and saw that the appearance of the pen was the same as other pens, but the nib was made of soft material and had a certain thickness, just like the regular lowercase pen. He simply wrote a few words. The pen felt quite smooth, Xiaomi Midi and Xuan Mingcheng said thanks.

Xuan Mingcheng scratched his cheeks and muttered, "You still have a conscience."

After Yao Wangyou opened the prescription, he capped the pen and returned it to Xuan Mingcheng, but the man stopped him: "You take it yourself, I'll give it to you if I'm not used to it."

It's quite hypocritical... Yao Wangyou glanced at him, put away the pen, and stood up.

"Then let's go first, Brother Lang will let him drink the soup later." Yao Wangyou gave Luo Ziyu a warning look, seeing the man sitting on the sofa like a quail, without any resistance, he nodded in satisfaction .

Xuan Mingcheng also stared at Luo Ziyu, stood up and walked out. When their eyes met, they both seemed to be secretly competing.Luo Ziyu hooked the corners of his mouth, looking very indifferent.

"Xiaoyu..." After sending the person away, He Lang returned to the room and just yelled, when suddenly Luo Ziyu jumped up from the sofa, stepped on his slippers and ran in, halfway He fell back, stretched out his hand to take away the list written by Yao Wangyou on the coffee table, and carefully read every word.

The font is delicate and neat, which is pleasing to the eyes and even improves the appetite.

That night, Luo Ziyu drank two bowls of soup for the first time, and asked the aunt who cooked the rice to fish out the chicken, dipped in soy sauce and ate a whole bowl of rice. He Lang watched from the side and secretly applauded. It's really not good.

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After returning home, the first thing Xuan Mingcheng did was to take Yao Wangyou to the kitchen, pushed him to the chopping board, took out a whole chicken from the refrigerator, and shouted: "I want soup!"

Yao Wangyou couldn't laugh or cry: "Can you finish a whole chicken?"

"Throw it away if you can't finish it, I don't care, you stew it!" Xuan Mingcheng stared at him, reached out and took out a knife from the shelf and stuffed it into Yao Wangyou's hand.

Yao Wangyou: "...This is a fruit knife."

Xuan Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, took the fruit knife away, and stuffed it with a new one.

"This is a paring knife..."

"This is a bone-chopping knife..."

"This is a whetstone without a blade..."

Xuan Mingcheng became impatient, the veins on his forehead burst out, he flicked his sleeves and walked out: "You take it yourself!"

Yao Wangyou tilted his head, looked at his angry back, with the corners of his mouth curled up, turned around and began to process the ingredients.

As he thought about it, his thoughts drifted to Xuan Mingcheng, recalling his angry expression just now, Yao Wangyou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

After simply finishing the chicken that had already been processed, Yao Wangyou turned around and walked to a newly added small cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, rummaging through the herbs on it.This cabinet was custom-made by Xuan Mingcheng specially hired a carpenter at home. No matter the height or the number of grids where the medicine is placed, they all followed the meaning of Yao Wangyou, so he used it very easily.

This guy, his mouth is a little stiff, but everything else is pretty good... Yao Wangyou felt his ears warm as he thought about it.

How can I feel that a man is good?or that guy...

He was thinking about it, but he didn't notice a tall figure at the door, peering into the kitchen.

The kitchen at home is too big, but Xuan Mingcheng can see the slightest change in Qing Yao Wangyou's expression from a long distance away.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and thought that the heart of the medicine jar had flown out of the kitchen. Seeing his blushing, he must be thinking of that brat surnamed Luo!

I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad, I'm mad!

That night, Xuan Mingcheng drank three bowls of soup like he was angry, and didn't even eat rice. Yao Wangyou asked him to eat some rice to rest his stomach. Chicken soup is oily, so drinking it this way will not cause stomach pain.

Xuan Mingcheng bit off a piece of cartilage viciously, chewing loudly, his mind was full of images of Yao Wangyou touching Luo Ziyu's wrist.

This stinky medicine jar is obviously interested in him and still flirts with others everywhere. Although he doesn't like him, he can't be so bothered, can he? !Xuan Mingcheng was so concerned about losing his temper that he didn't even notice that what he was thinking in his head was full of fallacies.

After dinner, President Xuan Da, who drank a lot of water because of anger, had to lie on his back on the bed and rub his stomach to digest his food.

Thinking about what happened tonight, Xuan Mingcheng stretched out his hand and pulled out the pillow under his head to cover his face, and cursed vaguely, not knowing who he was speaking to.

"Stinky medicine jar, you are not allowed to make soup for others..."

The stars under the night are blinking and blinking, looking at the people in the house through the window.

Oh, what a sour smell~

The next day, Yao Wangyou went to the set with a pen in his pocket.

Last night he practiced for a long time with the brush that Xuan Mingcheng gave him, and now the characters he writes are basically the same as those written with a brush.No matter how much he practiced, he was not used to using gel pens and fountain pens, so he simply carried them with him, so that he would not use them when he needed them.

"Morning, Mr. Yao." Standing in the rest room, He Lang greeted Yao Wangyou who opened the door.Yesterday, he could only say that he cared for Yao Wangyou out of kindness at most, but today he showed some respect in it.Whether Yao Wangyou helped Zhang Zheyan treat the wound in time, or he prescribed Luo Ziyu's prescription, he deserved He Lang's respect for him.

He Lang's attitude can be said to have reached a new level, but the attitude of the other person has changed drastically.

Luo Ziyu poked his head out from the small bedroom, staring at Yao Wangyou with a pair of beautiful ecstatic eyes, he walked out, muttered for a long time before he said: "Well, what soup are you having today?"

The make-up artist standing aside was shocked, and reached out and knocked on his head in disbelief. Did he have tinnitus?

Yao Wangyou looked at him, "Have you finished your soup last night?"

"It's over!" Luo Ziyu nodded immediately, at this moment he was as obedient as a child facing the teacher.

Yao Wangyou waved his hand and said, "Go and film, I'll cook it later."

"Oh." Luo Ziyu nodded, and sat in front of the dressing table. The makeup artist walked over stiffly and began to apply makeup on him. Did he glance at Yao Wangyou, who was looking at his phone next to him, and wondered what this person was from? Ah, to make Luo Ziyu have such a good attitude.

She recalled the tone of Luo Ziyu's words just now, and thought that if he said something to her so tenderly, she would probably want to marry him right away...

On the other side, in Tianxing Entertainment, Xuan Mingcheng was looking at a new variety show development document, when Qin Zi hurried in.

"Mr. Xuan, it's on the hot search!"

Xuan Mingcheng frowned, his heart skipped a beat.

I saw Qin Zi opened Weibo on the iPad, clicked on the search bar and passed it in front of Xuan Mingcheng, saying: "I don't know who spread the news about Zhang Zheyan and Luo Ziyu, and it has been on Hot One for several hours. !"