Paper wedding business [Entertainment circle]

True to what Chu Youqing said, the diamond advertisement was replayed many times, interspersed in the serial drama at 05:30 pm, the news at [-]:[-], and the cartoon at [-]:[-] pm.

This is late July, and there are a lot of people getting married, which naturally increases the amount of release.

As for why the diamond ring advertisement was also introduced in the cartoon, Cen Zhiwan thought that it was probably because the children were annoying, which made the parents want to divorce.But after the divorce, they can't bear the temptation to marry again, so they will lose their money again. Advertisers might as well occupy the consumer market as soon as possible.

Cen Zhiwan glanced back at Chu Youqing, "I want to get married in summer."

At the same time, she didn't want to be an annoying little friend who jumped off the wooden chair, walked around the dining table, and said behind Chu Youqing, "I'm going to cook."

Chu Youqing's gesture of writing homework at the desk is very similar to a flower, but for the time being, it seems that it will not move lightly with the breeze for the time being.

Cen Zhiwan stepped on her snow-white and delicate feet, scraped to the kitchen to check, Chu Youqing's kitchen is also so cute, everything is in order, hidden in the cupboard, just play hide-and-seek, and you can get intimate with everything.

bang.

Chu Youqing's eyebrows twitched.

Only ten seconds after entering, Cen Zhiwan's calm voice came out of the kitchen, "I'm fine!"

Chu Youqing didn't believe it, so he walked in and looked, "Did the pot fall on your head?"

Cen Zhiwan let out a soft "hmm", pointed to the upper cabinet, and complained slightly, "Your mother stuffed all the pots in it."

Chu Youqing leaned against the door with folded arms, "I let it go."

Xi Jinzhi seems to have developed a hobby in Myanmar, desperately buying up household items but never using them.

Perhaps a crowded room is more reassuring than an empty place.

Cen Zhiwan immediately praised, sincerely, "Wow, it really saves space."

This "wow" is very exaggerated, Chu Youqing remained motionless and asked, "What will be burned?"

Pre-marital inspections.

Cen Zhiwan rubbed her hands, drooped her eyelashes and thought about it, of course she must use the best dish to win Chu Youqing's heart, "Egg roll!"

Chu Youqing turned around calmly, "Then try it."

Cen Zhiwan got busy in the kitchen.

Chu Youqing is sitting in the living room, listening to the movement, there is no way to write down the homework, every light knocking sound, every kind of friction sound from the cutting board...

Are you going to hit Cen Zhiwan's enthusiasm?

Cen Zhiwan is only seven and a half years old...

I can already cook my own food...

And take care of puppies...

Chu Youqing was half-dead in worry, and quietly got up, the back of her slender and slender thighs, like a lightly swinging flower branch, pushed the chair back slightly...

Cen Zhiwan turned on the range hood, turned on the fire, and poured oil into the pot.

The secret of Burmese egg rolls is to add more eggs, beat them evenly, and spread them layer by layer in the pot.

A layer of egg pancakes, a layer of chopped onions, another layer of fried egg pancakes, a layer of red and green local peppers...

Cen Zhiwan was alone at home, and once practiced rolling out ten layers of egg pancakes in one pan without any breakage.

Loneliness is productivity, maybe just because of boredom, maybe.

Cen Zhiwan's slender arms were shaking, holding a large bowl to pour egg juice, while waiting for frying, he couldn't help touching the back of his neck.

It was as if he had been stared at by some dazzling gaze.

Are there mosquitoes?

Cen Zhiwan held his breath, suddenly raised his face, and looked back.

There is nothing behind...

Keep working.

On the other side of the door, Chu Youqing's graceful curves leaned against the wall.He clasped his hands, put his pink fingertips together in front of his chest, and let out a long breath of light air.

Fortunately, I can hide quickly...

Is this kid concentrating on cooking? !

"Chu Youqing?..." Cen Zhiwan called out tentatively inside, her voice was petite and watery, with many uncertainties.

Chu Youqing didn't make a sound, but slowly stretched out a hand, and grabbed back his waist-length black hair and the fluttering tail with his fingers bit by bit, as if warning an ignorant and curious little animal, Pat it on the head, don't poke your eyes out, it's revealing your identity.

The piercing sound of oil and fire sounded again, Chu Youqing's heart skipped a beat, and he simply stood up, rolled up his cuffs, and showed his clean wrists.

Cen Zhiwan, put down the shovel for me!

In the end, he didn't say it.

Cen Zhiwan is not tall enough, so he stands on a small bench and carefully wields Chu Youqing's smallest spatula. If a piece of egg pancake breaks accidentally, he will lose his wonderful opportunity in life...

Because his expression was too focused, his mood was written all over his delicate and bright cheeks.

She really wanted to marry Chu Youqing.

It seems that the child's name has been chosen, and in the next second, he will call out such annoying words as so and so, come and serve the plate for dinner.

Chu Youqing took a deep breath, waved away the strange thoughts, stepped forward, and looked at it not far or near, "It looks quite decent."

Cen Zhiwan smiled slightly at Chu Youqing with a row of white teeth, "...you should try it, let it cool down after it comes out of the pot."

Chu Youqing didn't intend to put down his chopsticks right now, although the taste is very fragrant.

She just tilted her cold and beautiful eyes slightly, and closed her eyes twice more carefully.

The egg pancakes are laid out neatly, with red and green vegetables, and they look very nice when rolled up. They are juicy and lively, just like the person who is holding the spoon. It is a non-greasy fried dish.

Cen Zhiwan wiped the fine sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "Will you burn something else?"

Chu Youqing looked at the time, "Go get the chopsticks and serve the rice."

Cen Zhiwan was already very tired, and as if she had been pardoned, she jumped off the small bench, "...I will come to accompany you right away!"

Chu Youqing raised the spatula that only adults can use, "Stand farther away."

Cen Zhiwan carefully picked up her masterpiece, because the materials were solid and the dishes were heavy, she walked out tremblingly, which made Chu Youqing have to watch her off.

After a while, Cen Zhiwan finished setting the table, brought Xiao Huagou, and they stood by the kitchen door together, sticking their heads out.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Cen Zhiwan patted the dog's head, controlling the situation intimately, "Shh...don't make noise...you stand a little farther away..."

Chu Youqing's eyebrows twitched.

Don't blame the dog...

boom.

With the combination of a handful of peppercorns, garlic, and shallots, it flew out from the flower-like palm of the goddess Chu Youqing, and a banshee-like flame burst out on the stove, illuminating Cen Zhiwan's eyes.

Chu Youqing cooked three dishes and one soup for 15 minutes, in the rhythm of the devil.

There was also a raging fire in Cen Zhiwan's heart.

Oh my God, my wife is so virtuous! !

It is a perfect match with Cen Zhiwan.

Chu Youqing stretched out her body, revealing a small white waistline, her lower abdomen was flat and clean, like cold jade, she turned off the exhaust fan, and said, "Go and sit down."

"I'll help you!"

"You can't move."

Chu Youqing likes strong ones.

Cen Zhiwan thought about it for a while, and weighed the young milk dog in his arms a few times.

It's really as heavy as a hippopotamus.

I have strength!

You can't watch TV during meal time, this is the rule that Chu Youqing made.

Cen Zhiwan turned around and turned off the screen with the remote control, a little uncomfortable.She spends a lot of time eating alone, and usually likes to go out to play. She only has this exclusive spare time to watch TV.

It's good to watch Chu Youqing, but you can't watch it every day, you can only wait after you get married.

Cen Zhiwan asked attentively, "Chu Youqing, the egg rolls are easy to get cold, you can take a bite first, okay?"

Chu Youqing naturally wanted to wait for Cen Zhiwan to ask first, a girl, at the dining table, shouldn't she appear ready to move, holding her chopsticks reservedly, "That's fine."

Her fingers are as long and beautiful as the exquisite bamboo chopsticks produced locally in Myanmar. Cen Zhiwan can't describe them. In her eyes, she only sees a beautiful crane or other waterfowl on the golden and soft eggs. Rolled the edge, pecked lightly, and then flew away, taking away a fragrant cloud.

Cen Zhiwan swallowed subconsciously, her delicate neck couldn't hold back the tension and joy, "How is it?"

This is definitely her peak level in the cooking world, and from now on, there will never be another extraordinary performance once in a lifetime!

Chu Youqing gently closed her thin lips, and chewed carefully. The girl's demeanor was graceful and graceful, as if she was eating inside a painting. Even if a grain of rice fell out, it would turn into a pearl.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Cen Zhiwan really can't wait, if Chu Youqing chews and swallows so slowly, she will go crazy, "Is it delicious? Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"

But Chu Youqing has always chewed and swallowed so slowly, and she will also do it in bed in the future, there is really no rush.

"What's in it?" Chu Youqing raised her eyes and asked her, "I don't know how many kinds of spices there are."

"Oh, lemongrass, basil, lemongrass, assam paste, long coriander... um... and curry leaves!" Cen Zhiwan said with a smile.

She doesn't ask too much, as long as Chu Youqing doesn't say it's unpalatable, Cen Zhiwan will never feel sad, "I see it in the kitchen, it must be bought by your mother, so I will use it."

Chu Youqing seriously doubts whether Xi Jinzhi really knows these strange and strange Southeast Asian spices, or just grabbed a few strands of them when shopping for vegetables, just to make a fresh picture.

"Your mother is amazing." Cen Zhiwan flattered his mother-in-law.

"Yes, she is very powerful." Chu Youqing looked at Cen Zhiwan, and said something perfunctory calmly, as if Xi Jinzhi was indeed powerful, but her focus was not right.

Cen Zhiwan felt that her flattery was not accurate, so she shrank her neck and laughed, "It's... is it..."

"Take a bite too, egg rolls, after all it's hard work." Chu Youqing invited.

Cen Zhiwan wanted to fill her eyes with tears, not to work hard, not to work hard, to serve her wife, to be duty-bound, to be willing to do anything, to do her best, and to die...

Not only sociology, but also Chinese class is very good...

Cen Zhiwan picked up the silver spoon, aimed at the middle of the egg roll, dug a big gap, stuffed it into her mouth, and really starved her to death...

"..."

"what happened?"

"..."

"Cen Zhipea!"

Cen Zhiwan's complexion changed a few times, and the wedding ceremony disappeared from her face, "Ahem, Chu Youqing, I may have turned the salt into sugar. But I saw the salt written on the jar."

Chu Youqing was startled, stood up, and raised the bamboo chopsticks again.

Cen Zhiwan quickly stood on the chair, stopped her with both hands, swallowed hard, and stopped: "Chu Youqing! Don't eat it! It's true! Just now you ate the side, and you didn't taste it. A sprinkle of salt, in the middle... no, I put the sugar..."

Chu Youqing raised her face and asked, "Didn't you look at it?"

Cen Zhiwan pouted, a little discouraged at first, and then firmly disbelieving, shouting coquettishly with the determination of seven and a half years old: "I read it! I see it says salt! It's written in Burmese!"

"Are you sure you know the word 'salt'?"

"Of course I know!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

They squeezed straight into the kitchen, one after the other, with two postures, because they entered at the same time, they got stuck in the door frame with their shoulders touching their arms.

"Chu Youqing, don't try to destroy the corpse..."

"Cen Zhiwan, I might be poisoned to death by you, do you know..."

The little flower dog jumped into the kitchen first and won the first place, "Wow, woof, woof!"

Cen Zhiwan was furious, helpless because of the difference in height, resting his chin on the stove, he stretched out his hand and gestured, "Look! Salt! It's salt! Sanian (Note: Salt's Burmese pronunciation)!"

Chu Youqing untied the lid easily, "But what's inside is... sugar."

Cen Zhiwan asked desperately: "...the jar that says sugar..."

Chu Youqing's thin pink lips moved up and down, and she said softly, "One family is flat. Sugar. White sugar."

Cen Zhiwan was limp and lying on the stove, "...did you watch when you were cooking?"

Chu Youqing almost crossed his hips, "Of course I read it, the label is so vague, I'm looking inside the jar."

Cen Zhiwan was so wronged, her lips bulged, and she spit bubbles like a fish, "I thought you wrote it, so I took a second look..."

What is this, an obsessive spell?

Chu Youqing was indifferent, "Of course it was written by my mother. She has been learning the local language."

Therefore, for more than a year, I still haven't figured out the difference between these two basic life vocabulary.

Cen Zhiwan felt that she was right to praise this time, "Your mother is amazing."

Chu Youqing flicked her hair, "Of course."

Back in the living room, the two faced the egg roll and looked at each other.

Sugar scrambled eggs?

The taste is not so much strange as it is uncomfortable.

Chu Youqing spoke first, "Eat."

Cen Zhiwan supported her cheek with one hand, and pushed the egg roll far away with the other hand. This dish went to the end of the world, the edge of the universe, and the black hole was waiting. She said weakly: "...your mother said last time , invite my mother and me to your house for dinner."

Chu Youqing scooped up a spoonful of soup, indicating that he heard, "Yeah."

Cen Zhiwan broke the jar and said that there was no hope for her life, she was about to die, and her words were kind, "Just let my mother come, and I won't come. I'm afraid your mother will cook, and your mother will cook." poison my dog..."

Chu Youqing drank the soup and surprisingly did not refute.

Cen Zhiwan stood up, took the egg roll, and walked towards the gate.

Chu Youqing grabbed her overly long sleeves of home clothes, "What are you doing!"

Cen Zhiwan was dazed for a moment, blinked his long black eyelashes, "Huh? Take some leftovers and serve them with loquat bibimbap."

Waste utilization, any comments?

Chu Youqing took the plate back from her hand and put it aside, "Sit down. I'm not afraid of poisoning the dog to death."

Cen Zhiwan's thin body trembled.

She just wanted to show off her superb cooking skills in front of Chu Youqing, and now she can actually poison a dog to death! !

This reversal is really appalling.

"Sit down." Chu Youqing tugged at the corner of her sleeve, there was a gentle smell inside, I don't know if it was Cen Zhiwan's illusion, "Come and sit by my side."

Cen Zhiwan dragged her body like a plumb weight, leaned on the wooden chair in Chu Youqing's left hand, and sat down.

Chu Youqing took her rice bowl, touched the wall of the bowl, but it was not cold, "Eat quickly, do you want someone to feed you?"

She stuffed a pair of chopsticks into Cen Zhiwan's hands, and began to scoop up vegetables and soup for Cen Zhiwan, "How old are you..."

Cen Zhiwan couldn't resist Chu Youqing, so he took a casual bite, then took another bite, and another...

Really delicious……

She also discovered that people can be so different from each other.

For example, Cen Zhiwan is a torrential rain, and he insists on appearing with lightning and thunder. The noisy raindrops, let alone hitting other people's faces, hurt his own face...

Chu Youqing's rain, at the beginning, is a bit cold, but moistens everything silently, don't let her wrap you up, and immerse yourself in such a hazy to soft cold rain, many people will lose themselves and obey unilaterally, Rainy nights are boring...

Cen Zhiwan seemed to have never lost herself in front of Chu Youqing, and when her job was empty, she commanded, "Chu Youqing, help me get a bowl of rice, I want to watch the news, it's seven o'clock soon."

Chu Youqing: "No way."

Cen Zhiwan had no choice but to go back to the kitchen to cook.

Chu Youqing said again, the voice was mixed with the opening music of the news program, "Eat less."

Cen Zhiwan's hand to hold the rice trembled, shaking off most of the white rice.She suspects herself, except today, she suffers from anorexia every day, ah, no wonder many people gain weight after getting married!

Love really nourishes people.

Cen Zhiwan must remain vigilant.

She pretended to bring out half a bowl of rice. In fact, she ate a few spoonfuls of rice in the kitchen. It was so strange. When she was with Chu Youqing, she had a really good appetite. Even the rice smelled so good, not only because the food was delicious. .

Chu Youqing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on his side first, and watched the news together without getting up.

"Like?" Chu Youqing asked curiously.

Some people just like to watch the news, but children rarely want to watch it.

"Yeah." Cen Zhiwan listened with his ears while grilling the rice, "Let me see if my mother is inside..."

Chu Youqing was startled for a moment, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks very naturally, and walked towards the kitchen.

The lights in the kitchen are not turned on, and the changing light of the TV screen occupies half of the darkness. If you are not careful, there will be joys and sorrows.

What good can the police do on the news?

It's a policeman who doesn't want to be on the news...

There is also a kind of police, such as some anti-narcotics police in Myanmar, who will never appear on the news in this lifetime...

Cen Zhiwan was too young to understand these things, but he knew how to get the news of police officer Cen Xiaoqiu immediately. After all, Cen Xiaoqiu was on a mission and hadn't been home for three days, so there was no news.

This made Chu Youqing feel sour and indescribably irritated, probably because there was nothing he could do about it.

Chu Youqing came out carrying the inner pot of the rice cooker, and threw it on the table with a bang, "Eat more if you want to eat."

What else can I do, I can only feed my belly full.

If you eat so much for dinner, it's not healthy if you're not healthy. Cen Zhiwan doesn't grow tall, so he probably doesn't eat well every day and is hungry.

How can you match if you don't grow tall...

It has to be the same height, or a little taller than me, um, a little shorter than me...

Chu Youqing was deeply worried about Cen Zhiwan's future object.

Cen Zhiwan was very ungrateful, holding the dish and looking at her, "Chu Youqing, are you trying to kill me?"

Chu Youqing sat down and said reservedly: "I still have to study. Don't watch TV."

nothing will happen...

"Oh." Cen Zhiwan said with a smile, "I also have homework that I haven't written yet."

Chu Youqing nodded, "What is it?"

Cen Zhiwan sent the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, "...painting class... and... and... I forgot. Chu Youqing, do you have a watercolor pen?"

Where is it forgotten? It’s clear that you don’t want to do it. Chu Youqing doesn’t know yet. As a top student who has lent homework books and standard answers for many years, he can tell the reason why students didn’t do their homework at a glance. You bring the rag."

"Okay!——" Cen Zhiwan agreed in the kitchen, and immediately became angry, "—— Loquat! Where's the egg roll? Did you steal it?! You're going to die! Do you know that?!"

Loquat proves its innocence, "Wow, woof!"

Very powerful and alive.

Cen Zhiwan was even angrier, "Okay, you still shout so loudly! I didn't give it to you, and I can't eat other people's food. How can you be a guest!"

Loquat circled happily in the kitchen, "Aww~"

Cen Zhiwan knelt down and held her chin, "What should I do with you..."

Chu Youqing came after hearing the news, and stood by the door, "I ate it. Don't always wrong the dog."

Cen Zhiwan was surprised, "Ah, Chu Youqing... Are you... okay?... Why... When?"

Chu Youqing seemed to be doing the answer sheet for the college entrance examination. It was the interview session. He was meticulous and flawless, "I'm fine. I ate it before I asked you if you like watching the news. I have never eaten sweet fried egg rolls. Watercolor pen on the table."

The amount of information is too large, Cen Zhiwan finds the key information, if you haven't eaten it, you can have a taste, why bother to die, "You lied!"

Chu Youqing turned around, her waist-length hair swayed along her graceful waist, from top to bottom, gently swaying like waves, swaying softly, a kind of tolerant vitality, making people want to get close, "No."

Cen Zhiwan picked up the puppy, caught up with her, and emphasized, "It's terrible!"

Chu Youqing paused, lowered his eyes, and said to her, "No."

Cen Zhiwan bumped into the softness in her eyes, nodded, and really believed it.

"But..." Chu Youqing looked ahead and said quietly, "It's better to put salt next time..."