President Spicy Chicken returned my innocence! [Entertainment]

There was a brief silence all around.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in the industry, it is indeed too rare for the president to take the initiative to do this kind of thing, and even inexplicably appear to be extraordinarily straightforward.

"Now...it's all like this."

The middle-aged actor settled his jaw, tried his best to be calm, and explained to the old actor: "The new generation's way of falling in love."

The old actor breathed a sigh of relief: "No wonder."

Middle-aged actor: "Qingqing Zijin, let me have a meal, hold my hand, and have dinner with me."

The old actor nodded: "It makes sense."

Middle-aged actor: "Now there is a game called "Eating Chicken", which is about this."

The old actor learned humbly: "Remember..."

……

Liang Xiao was in a daze, chewing the piece of chicken slowly and swallowing it.

Liang Xiao touched himself tremblingly, and was shocked by the heat.

Perhaps the housekeeper instilled some strange ideas into Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao was worried, raised his head in worry, and opened his mouth to ask a question.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was firmly put in a piece of potato that was dried until it was not hot.

Liang Xiao: "..."

Liang Xiao closed his mouth, chewed the potatoes carefully and ate them, both of us forgot to calm down and clear our minds.

Huo Lan's suit and leather shoes were always neat and tidy, but the cuffs were stained with extremely fine walnut crumbs, which could not be noticed unless one looked closely.

The appearance of walnuts shows that Mr. Huo has entered the susceptible period again for unknown reasons.

Huo Lan in the susceptible period will be very firm and stubborn in his own logic chain.

Liang Xiao chewed the soft potato soaked in soup thirty times in his mouth, couldn't hold back, and secretly reached out to help Mr. Huo wipe off the walnut crumbs from his cuff.

Liang Xiao slowly bumped his upper and lower teeth, looked at Huo Lan who looked solemn, and finally came to a cautious conclusion.

... Mr. Huo in their susceptible period may not realize that not everyone's mouth needs to be filled with something.

A person may open his mouth in order to speak.

Not many people are seen now, the middle-aged actors and old actors are slowly hypnotizing themselves, Liang Xiao is determined to leave some President Huo's deterrence for them, and quickly said: "Mr. Huo—"

Huo Lan held his hand and handed the chopsticks to him.

Liang Xiao held it and swallowed back the remaining words: "...?"

Huo Lan frowned slightly: "It's outside."

He and Mr. Liang are already a family, and they are closer than before. Naturally, they can do some things that they could never do before.

But also have a sense of proportion.

Although he knew Liang Xiao well, the crew might not be familiar with him yet.

If this kind of thing is done too much, in the eyes of outsiders, Liang Xiao will inevitably look a little bit delicate, even unwilling to eat well by himself.

Huo Lan was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he advised him in a low voice: "Eat by yourself first."

Liang Xiao: "..."

Huo Lan raised his eyes, tried his best to overcome the obstacles, and said in a low voice, "Go home...together again."

Liang Xiao shook his hand holding the chopsticks, took a deep breath, and pressed his heart tremblingly.

...He wanted to cover his manager's eyes right now, get up on the spot and run around the set three times, and then run straight home.

Liang Xiao cautiously weighed the value of force for a while, feeling that he might not be able to blind the manager's eyes, a little regretful, sighed, and overturned the plan at the first step.

Liang Xiao lowered his head, took another wet towel, wiped his hands carefully, and carefully opened the lunch box.

The space separated by this kind of steel lunch box is very single. Apart from rice, there is only one very homely chicken stewed potato.

Selected free-range chicken legs, stewed with high-quality, high-yield green pollution-free potatoes.

Liang Xiao tried his best to change the name of the dish to fit their President Huo's identity, held up his chopsticks and hesitated for a long time, and was a little reluctant to eat: "President Huo, can I take it back?"

Huo Lan didn't expect him to eat so hard, frowned, and confirmed in a low voice: "It must—"

Liang Xiao's eyes darkened: "No need to feed."

Huo Lan was cut off by him, and he lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Liang Xiao was reckless, and carefully selected for a long time, trying to pick a potato that was not so good-looking to eat, but he failed: "Why...these potatoes all look the same?"

The butler just came over, and he was tired after hearing the words, and sighed: "Because Mr. Huo took—"

Huo Lan looked down, and glanced at him.

The butler shut up and swallowed "Because Huo always used a ruler to measure and cut pieces one by one".

The housekeeper didn't finish speaking, but Liang Xiao understood the important point, he was stunned for a while, and his eyes fell on Huo Lan.

When Huo Lan was in front of people, he looked indifferent, his facial features were cold and inhumane, his shoulders were straight and straight, and his lines were sharply restrained by the high-end suit.

Liang Xiao tried his best, but he couldn't come up with it... The sharp and fierce Mr. Huo rolled up his shirt sleeves and was cooking a home-cooked dish in the kitchen.

Huo Lan obviously didn't want him to think about it, so he gave the housekeeper a stern look and told him to shut up: "Eat well."

Liang Xiao said softly, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan's shoulders tensed silently.

The housekeeper sighed, putting his life and death at risk: "I could have come two days ago, but it took a little longer to renovate the kitchen to a usable level."

Liang Xiao looked at the small icicles on the top of President Huo's head, couldn't hold back, and quietly wiped them off with the back of his hand: "The villa has four kitchens..."

The housekeeper changed his words: "Choose one of the four kitchens that is not too damaged, and repair it to the extent that it can continue to be used."

Huo Lan: "..."

Liang Xiao: "..."

The captain of the bodyguard is still staying in the villa to oversee the repair of the house, and the bodyguards, cooks and nannies of Huo's house are working together, waiting for him to participate in the discussion remotely.

The butler was very busy, so he bowed to Mr. Huo and left with frost on his face.

It was rare for Huo Lan to encounter a field that he wasn't good at, and he didn't want to let Liang Xiao know about it. An uncontrollable irritability surged up, and he couldn't help frowning.

Liang Xiao carried the lunch box and moved towards him: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "I'm not."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "It's not what?"

...not an intentionally broken kitchen.

The two will live together in the future and will live in the house bought by Mr. Liang.

Huo Lan didn't want to give Liang Xiao the impression that he was fine and fried the kitchen, but he couldn't explain it, so he was silent for a while and said in a deep voice, "It's fine."

As far as cooking is concerned, Huo Lan is actually not slow to learn.

After all, the chef has already written a full six-page thesis, from the size and shape of the ingredients to the grams of seasoning, the amount of water, and the cooking time, all of which are accurately described to two decimal places.

Even if Huo Lan has never touched cooking, it is not impossible to copy it according to the process of chemical experiments.

But Mr. Huo's pheromone is not very stable after all.

Alternating hot and cold, the temperature changes suddenly.

It is easy to produce unexpected dangers and accidents.

Huo Lang was emotionally unstable during the susceptible period, and couldn't suppress the irritability in his chest. He didn't want to hurt Liang Xiao, so he closed his eyes and prepared to leave first: "Eat slowly."

Liang Xiao: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan stagnated slightly.

Huo Lan lowered his head, looked at Liang Xiao's hand covering his wrist, and was silent for a few seconds, his annoyance and anxiety dissipated.

"Are you hurt?" Liang Xiao asked.

Huo Lan shook his head.

Liang Xiao covered his hand: "Have you eaten it yourself?"

Huo Lan was hugged by him, subconsciously wanted to grab it back, moved his arm slightly, and shook his head.

Liang Xiao knew it, raised his head and gave Duan Ming a look, and quickly looked around.

Nobody noticed.

The manager understood, and dragged the confused assistant over, strictly blocking the eyes and ears of outsiders.

Liang Xiao turned around, covered himself with his body, grabbed the chopsticks, and burned his ears first.

Liang Xiao took a breath: "Open your mouth..."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

"My Boss Huo." Liang Xiao smiled, "That's not how you eat."

Liang Xiaozai crushed the stewed soft potatoes carefully, poured the soup on the rice, put a piece of meat on it, and raised his chopsticks tremblingly.

The set was chaotic, some people were busy interviewing and chasing hot spots, some people were arranging work everywhere, and no one paid attention to the corners of the rest area.

Liang Xiao dragged Huo Lan all the way here just to bring him a meal, and they nestled together in a corner that sheltered from the wind and people's sight.

It was so red and hot that Mr. Huo also took a bite of the meal he cooked with his own hands.

After strictly monitoring Mr. Liang's meal, Huo Lan got up and left the set with the lunch box.

The manager squatted for a whole noon, left his assistant and hurried over: "What's going on? Mr. Huo—"

Liang Xiao was dying, leaning against the corner of the wall: "I can't take a bite."

"..." Duan Ming patted him on the back indiscriminately: "Did President Huo ask you to say anything?"

Liang Xiao turned his head slowly: "Boss Huo said...not satisfied."

Duan Mingxin then raised it: "What are you dissatisfied with?"

"It's getting cold."

Liang Xiao didn't think it himself, but Mr. Huo was very demanding, so he tried his best to think about it: "Put a little too much salt, the soup is a bit thick, and the rice is not grainy enough..."

Duan Ming had a headache and lowered his voice: "What's the business?"

Liang Xiao regained his senses and looked up.

Duan Ming: "Long Tao has been making troubles these two days. Is there anything I need to ask you? Is there something to do with the company? Something to do with the crew?"

Mr. Huo came to deliver the meal in person, he should be happy, but if there is really something to entrust them to do, it can't be delayed.

Duan Ming dragged his assistant and carefully analyzed for half an hour, and even figured out the possibility of asking him to return to Longtao as an undercover agent.

Shi Junlu shared your worries, Duan Ming couldn't believe that Mr. Huo simply came to deliver this meal to Liang Xiao, and he had already prepared almost all aspects.

"Don't be embarrassed." Duan Ming whispered to him, "If there is anything we need to do here, I still have some contacts in Longtao."

Duan Ming: "It's a bit difficult for the top management. It's always okay to ask for news and find out the direction of the wind."

Liang Xiao froze for a moment, sat up, and thought about it carefully.

Duan Ming saw that he didn't speak: "Didn't say?"

Liang Xiao shook his head.

Duan Ming stared at him for a long time: "Just let you eat well?"

Liang Xiao: "Let me sleep well."

Duan Ming: "..."

Duan Ming's address book was ready, he was shaken suddenly, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly while pressing his forehead.

Liang Xiao stretched out his hand, carefully shaking it in front of his eyes: "Brother Duan?"

Duan Ming looked at him and raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder.

Liang Xiao drew a small question mark for him.

"...The traitor will bring disaster to the country." Duan Ming sighed, "It's all right, let's go make up."

The fine art of the costume drama comes first, and the scenes have been carefully polished for more than half a year. It was not until last month that the details of the costumes and props were finalized.

After a busy week, all the custom-made costumes were finally in place. The production director ran around with the stage staff all afternoon, and they just got settled.

As soon as Liang Xiao arrived on the set, he was stopped by the assistant director and dragged into the dressing room.

"Young master is here."

The art director saw him and greeted with a smile: "Come and see."

Liang Xiaoke greeted politely: "Teacher Chen."

The art director's surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Hongwen. He has managed many film art productions that have won international awards, and is quite famous in the industry.

This time, the studio scenery of "Cloud Flag" and the shape adjustment of several main palaces were all made by him. He took the initiative to change the scenery and construction.

Chen Hongwen was old and had a good temper. He smiled and nodded towards him.

"These episodes are mainly paired with juvenile scenes, about ten episodes."

The assistant director in charge of him came over and helped to introduce: "Mainly in bright colors, two sets of pure white embossed gold thread rolling clouds and thunder dark pattern uniforms, one set of ultramarine practice uniforms, one set of chain mail, and one set of bright armor. I also have a set of uniforms, which are the same as other teachers’ uniforms.”

Liang Xiao has played many roles since his debut, and he has never had such a change of clothes.

Duan Ming was shocked physically and mentally, and said politely in a low voice, "It's too expensive..."

"It doesn't cost money." The screenwriter held his chin, "For the remaining twenty episodes, he wears tattered linen."

Duan Ming: "..."

"Teacher was just joking." Afraid that Liang Xiao would think too much, the assistant director quickly explained, "We have several sets of beautiful linen."

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb, and nodded: "Okay."

Yun Lang was raised in the palace since he was a child. He is a noble young master and a 17-year-old young general who can mount a gun and drive Rong Di out of Baili Road overnight. It is not reasonable to have a few sets of clothes. .

He looked at the sets of clothes, picked up a Xuanbai folding fan beside him, and tried to weigh it in his hand.

Chen Hongwen looked at him, his eyes lit up: "Can it turn?"

Liang Xiao nodded, the fan twirled a few dizzying circles between his fingers, and it landed firmly in his hand: "It's all just playing around..."

"It's very suitable." Chen Hongwen wrote it down, "I'll add a glass jadeite pendant to the fan later, and twist the gold thread."

The director system next to him couldn't help laughing: "That's really a dude."

"A dandy, but he doesn't care about it." Chen Hongwen tapped his pen twice, "Meteor with a white feather in his waist, others study poetry and books in the palace, Li Yi, he chased Rong Di like a rabbit in the Gobi, and casually dropped pieces of gold thread on his fan What happened to Broken Emerald?"

The director system swallowed the price of the glass seed, and nodded convincedly: "Yes."

"The feeling here needs to be right." The screenwriter saw the stitches and explained to Liang Xiao, "Yun Lang was very talented, and among his peers in the palace at that time, even if he counted the prince, he was the most favored."

Liang Xiao nodded.

When Yun Lang was brought into the palace, the emperor and empress were already approaching their twilight years, and it was the time when they were most looking forward to having their grandchildren.

Empress Zhenyuanhou and Empress were aunts and nephews of the same family. For Yun Lang, a talented grandson, the emperor and empress were extremely pampered and doted on. Even if troubles happened, they would always protect her, and at most would reprimand him a few times.

Even after the Marquis of Zhenyuan committed the crime of capital punishment for the whole family and there was no way to turn it around, after hearing that Yun Lang had escaped, the emperor just sighed and did not ask anyone to investigate further.

If the emperor hadn't passed away later and the new emperor came to the throne, and he had a guilty conscience to rummage about the past, Yun Lang wouldn't have been bitten by the pursuers and forced to roll out of the two thousand miles soaked in blood.

"So the escape later was actually divided into two stages."

The assistant director took over the conversation: "The first emperor is in power. Although he wants to conceal his identity, his life is not in danger."

In this period, although Yun Lang escaped with guilt, the nobility in his bones still cannot be erased. Even if he hides here and there, he still tries his best to dress neatly and decently.

Liang Xiao nodded.

The assistant director showed him a few sets of simple and ordinary clothes, and then turned around: "But when the new emperor came to the throne, he suddenly stepped around him with murderous intentions, and if he made a wrong step, he would be caught in the sky, and he was injured several times and almost died."

Liang Xiao actually didn't have a big opinion on wearing cloth strips. Seeing the assistant director's face was really awkward, he offered to explain to him: "Life and death are at stake, and I don't care too much."

The assistant director breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly.

Liang Xiao looked all the way over, and his eyes were attracted by the last set: "When did this one come from?"

Ever since he was convicted, Yun Lang's clothing has changed to a dull tone, and even a few sets are depressing black crow black.Liang Xiao roughly knew it in his heart, but he didn't expect that he would end up with another set of bright white clothes that were particularly conspicuous.

"The last episode." The screenwriter said, "Yun Lang knows that there is no one in the court to send, if it drags on, sooner or later the border will not be able to hold on."

Yun Lang used to go out for battles in the past, and he always wore BMW light fur and silver armor and white clothes. It is undoubtedly impossible to get the armor this time.

However, General Yun Shao was extremely disciplined, even if he was already on the verge of life and death, he would never rush to the frontier in rags.

This passage is not detailed in the script.Liang Xiao thought for a while, then nodded: "So I went to buy a set..."

"Young Lord Hou has never bought anything that he likes."

Screenwriter: "Go back to the palace and grab it."

Liang Xiao: "..."

"The Clothing Bureau's new fine brocade is a tribute from southern Xinjiang."

There is no Yun Lang in this paragraph, and it is not in Liang Xiao's script. The assistant director added to him: "The toga and the wide sleeves are almost used up, and the rest is only enough to make a short suit."

Assistant director: "At the beginning of the southern border rebellion, Yunlang led the troops to beat him down, so he paid tribute every year."

In this dynasty, literature was not favored, and ordinary clothes were distributed to everyone. The remaining set of strong clothes was not available, so it was placed in the clothing bureau.

The Major General was about to go on an expedition, so he sneaked into the palace alone and searched around. He didn't search for the spear and sword that was in hand, but came out with a horse that he knew well, and happened to come across such a suit.

Searching for fugitives outside, the palace was dark, and no one thought that the wanted death row prisoner would dare to go back.

When he realized that the theft of clothes was unusual, and the hidden guard hurriedly chased him out, Yun Lang had already returned to the dilapidated palace with the seal on it, pulled out his white wax gun, and rode his horse out of Beijing for dozens of miles.

……

Everyone clarified the plot line in a few words, and the photographer waited nearby. When Liang Xiao felt it, he changed his clothes and fixed his makeup.

"He has always been proud." The screenwriter said, "It's not that he is arrogant, but he is really arrogant."

Director Jin opened the door and came in, and nodded upon hearing the words: "He chose the way to live, and he found the way to die."

"Back then when he was born, the white tiger star was moving, and there were rumors inside and outside the palace that he was afraid of disasters, that he was blessed with less and less disasters, and that he would die bloody in the future, and that he would be more vicious than others."

Screenwriter: "He doesn't take it seriously, saying that the white tiger is no more fierce than him."

"But he is also the little lord who is loved by thousands of people."

Director Jin glanced at the screenwriter, and pulled Liang Xiao back: "He has the toughness of a major general, but also the temper of a young master who was spoiled."

The assistant director nodded and flipped through the script: "Back when we had peace talks with Rong Di, he sat on the border, and he thought the border was too cold and annoying. It was the emperor who bestowed the most precious white fox fur that coaxed him, and took people to kill him without hesitation. Rong Di's lair."

Liang Xiao had a rough idea, nodded, and took the prop sword that the director casually threw over.

Jin Daogang inexplicably picked up a very experienced and senior Wia team. Not long after entering the door, he was in a rare good mood: "Try it."

In order to achieve the effect of the lens, the prop sword is also made of metal, which weighs heavily on the hand, but it has not been cut.

Liang Xiao weighed it in his hand, tried to draw out the sword, and pulled a few sword flowers.

He is a stand-in on the set, and he is often idle and bored. These little tricks are all at his fingertips. The hilt of the sword turns around in the palm of his hand. With a flick of Xueliang's sword, the spike of the sword is firmly wrapped around his wrist.

"Beautiful!" Chen Hongwen's eyes lit up, and he reminded him aloud, "Wu Xing should pay more attention to designing martial arts moves for him."

Director Jin nodded: "Don't be distracted, someone at Wia has taken care of it."

"Someone is in charge?" The director system was stunned, "Where do they come from, aren't they all martial arts master Lavia?"

Director Jin didn't know either, but if someone dared to donate to a top wire master, he would take it: "The crew just accepted a donation."

Director system: "..."

The director produced so many movies and TV shows, and also received many donations from fans or artist teams, such as fan heaters, deck chairs and sun umbrellas. If there are ingenious ones, they will also donate some easy-to-cook snail powder hot pot There are some strange gifts like base materials.

But no one has ever been so unique.

……

Donate a Wia team.

Liang Xiao vaguely knew who the unique person was, and shook his head at the manager without a trace, and put the sword back into its sheath.

Duan Ming understood, shut his mouth and didn't participate in the discussion, and helped him fan his red neck behind his ears: "Control it, try to keep it as crimson as possible."

Liang Xiao: "...OK."

Duan Ming dragged his assistant over to help him block it.

Although ordinary martial arts teams are also competent for the work of Wia, it is undoubtedly good news to have professionals to help out.

Duan Ming has seen Yun Lang's martial arts design, Xiaohou Ye is very talented, he can master martial arts at all, he can use lightness kung fu but never walk well, and An Ansheng has never stood on the ground several times.

Up and down, not on the roof, but on the way to the roof.

Now that there is more security, Duan Ming feels more at ease, and happily chats with Liang Xiao in a low voice: "Mr. Huo has even considered this, and he didn't say anything about what you will do when you eat in the future?"

Liang Xiao coughed: "Xingguan... has a team."

After all, Huo Lan still has work to deal with, so he can't blow up the kitchen every day. This time, he specially brought a few chefs from the villa with him when he came here.

Liang Xiao originally thought it was worthless, but Huo Lan stuffed a pack of freshly peeled walnuts into his hand, so he didn't want to talk anymore.

There are too many people in the crew, and what they are talking about is serious business, so I can't let go of my joy.

Liang Xiao touched the walnuts in his pocket, his thoughts were flowing, and he even wanted to start writing tonight. He would write an eloquent [-]-word post-lunch review for Mr. Huo all night without sleep.

Duan Ming stared from the sidelines, seeing that his expression management was tending to become complacent, cleared his throat, took out his mobile phone and plugged in the earphones: "What are you thinking about?"

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back, lowered his voice, and showed off happily to him: "I think Mr. Huo received the four hundred words I worked so hard on..."

"..." Duan Ming: "How many words?"

Liang Xiao was cruel: "Four hundred and two."

Duan Ming patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder, clicked on "Curse of Pure Heart", and put on the earphones for him.

Liang Xiao was suddenly enlightened by the mighty Buddhist music, and was a little dazed. He looked up at the crew who were still discussing who would donate to the Wia team, and put a question mark on him.

"Forget it."

Duan Ming didn't have the heart to tell him that the director of the operation department had written [-] characters in his underpants. Looking at him, he sighed: "Listen to the nursery rhyme for a while."