Chef God who doesn't want to be an actor is not a good idol

The aromas of shiitake mushrooms and coriander are entangled and slowly penetrate into the nose.This smell is not overbearing, but it lingers in the nasal cavity, unwilling to leave for a long time, and it silently arouses the appetite in the middle of the night.

Before the concert, he had to control his weight and figure. Ning Anyi opened his mouth, and just as he was about to refuse, his stomach, which had been neglected all the time, groaned.

Du Ruo observed Ning Anyi's suddenly flushed cheeks, and immediately understood what he was worried about, and said in relief, "I didn't put much seasoning, and even a small bowl won't be very hot. Otherwise, I'll give you less a little?"

Ning Anyi blushed in embarrassment, nodded silently, and silently added two hundred push-ups to the morning exercise plan tomorrow morning.

In the white porcelain bowl, brown beef cubes are looming in the light white thick soup, brown and white shiitake mushrooms and green coriander are interspersed, like a clear lake with lotus leaves floating.

Ning Anyi scooped up a spoonful of soup with a white porcelain spoon and put it into his mouth. The mellow and tender meaty aroma of beef fills his mouth instantly, mixed with the fresh aroma of shiitake mushrooms in the middle, and the taste of coriander and white pepper slowly spread on his tongue Open, full stamina.The thick soup flowed down the throat, and the dryness in the throat disappeared instantly, and even the stomach that had been pricked like a needle got some comfort.

Ning Anyi still cared about his stomach at first, but after a few spoonfuls, he completely abandoned all his reserve and worries, and just kept drinking the soup in the bowl, letting the warmth soothe his tired body and mind late at night.

Du Ruo also served himself a bowl, and when the soup in Ning Anyi's bowl bottomed out, he pointed to the big bowl of soup in front of him with his eyes.This time Ning Anyi didn't even have the slightest hesitation, filled a bowl full for himself, and didn't forget to take a photo and post it in the group chat.

Not long after, the phones of the two on the table vibrated at the same time.

Du Ruo clicked on it and saw the message in the group chat.

[Wen Qi: I finished filming the night show and am already on my way]

[Chu Fang: I finally got my mobile phone again, and you actually released poison 5555 late at night]

[Chu Fang: Be sure to save some for me! ! ! 】

Before Du Ruo typed out "yes", another message popped up in the group chat.

[Chu Fang: Hello, I am Chu Fang's manager.I took away his cell phone.

PS: The results of the last physical examination have come out. Chu Fang has gained 5 catties compared to the last group comeback period. Before he loses weight, I would like to ask you to help supervise him.Thanks! (The elderly are grateful for the special big red flower.JPG)]

After reading the latest news, Du Ruo raised her head and looked at Ning Anyi. Ning Anyi subconsciously clenched the spoon in her hand, and said nervously, "My weight was lighter than planned in the last physical examination, and my manager asked me to gain weight appropriately. .”

Hearing this sudden sentence, Du Ruo was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

After blurting out, Ning Anyi finally realized what he said, and an embarrassing look immediately appeared on his face.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." Du Ruo suppressed a smile, "Then just leave a copy for Wen Qi anyway."

After a short period of embarrassment, Ning Anyi accepted the proposal without any objection.

***

When Wen Qi returned to the dormitory by car from the remote studio, most of the lights in every household in the city had already been extinguished.

In the darkness, Wen Qi touched the wall to turn on the light in the room, and conveniently put the bag on the cabinet by the door.In the empty room, only the dust raised by the bag dropped on the cabinet welcomed his return.

Wen Qi flipped through the chat history on the phone, and repeatedly clicked on the picture that Ning Anyi posted in the group chat.

Walking into the kitchen with a sense of uncertainty, I turned on the light, and there was a bowl of cold soup on the clean table, with a note under it.

Wen Qi picked up the note, and glanced at the clear and unrestrained words on it——

West Lake Beef Soup can be used if needed; if it is cold, the flavor will be better after heating.Du Ruoliu.

The whole sentence has a vague feeling, but it strangely coincides with the recent image of Du Ruo in Wen Qi's eyes.

After cooling down, the heated West Lake beef soup forms a thick layer of skin on the surface. The moment the spoon passes through the skin, a layer of bottom is laid on the spoon.

Wen Qi drank this bowl of soup one after another, and the pale light above his head seemed to be softened and warmed by the faint aroma of the beef soup.

***

Early the next morning, Du Ruo drove to the set to complete today's schedule - shooting the inside of the magazine.

Du Ruo is going to shoot the theme of "Scholar" today. He has been preparing for today's outfit since early in the morning.

In order to increase the authenticity as much as possible, all the close-fitting clothes were replaced with underwear and trousers. The underwear and outerwear were put on the upper body layer by layer. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was a little dazed for a while.

The shooting location is an antique building with nine winding corridors and a pavilion in the middle of the lake.

In the studio by the lake, the middle-aged photographer with mid-length hair and pigtails adjusted his clothes, frowned and sighed.

The lighting engineer who was familiar with him stuck out his head, "Old Mo, what's the matter? It's so early in the morning, it's not fun."

"It's nothing, just today's shooting..." Lao Mo hesitated to speak, and sighed again.

"Hey, who can stop you?" The lighting engineer just asked casually, and saw that Lao Mo didn't deny it for a long time, so he couldn't help being a little surprised, "Is it really because of today's guest?"

Lao Mo fiddled with his camera and didn't answer.

"Isn't he famous for being good-looking? I remember that you like to take pictures of good-looking people, so that should be quite appropriate."

Hearing the lighting engineer's words, Lao Mo wanted to smile wryly whenever he thought of the last shooting with Du Ruo.It's just a still photo, but it took a whole day, no matter what his expression was one second ago, as long as the camera is aimed at him the next moment, it will become a rigid and rigid.For Lao Mo, a photographer famous for taking portraits, that day was an unforgettable nightmare.

Thinking of the photo he submitted that day, it was probably the worst photo he had ever taken in his career.

At this moment, the crowd on the side suddenly became noisy, and Lao Mo looked along the line of sight of the crowd.

I saw a man in a blue robe walking leisurely in the yard, wearing a sash, with a romantic look in his demeanor. In the morning light, the skirt of his clothes moved with the wind, floating like a fairy.He gently stroked the branches in front of him, raised his eyes and smiled slightly in the direction of the camera.

No one noticed how shocked the photographer Lao Mo's expression behind the camera was at this moment.

Is this still the vase with zero sense of lens in the last shooting? !