After wearing it back, I became the favorite of the boss

052 delicious

After signing the live variety show contract with Qingyin, Mu Shaoqing was busy changing the design draft for three consecutive days.

After "Angel's Feather", "Neon Clothes and Fairy Feather" has opened a pre-sale window for three sets of highly popular appearances. In addition, the joint appearance with Ya Zhiyuan will participate in the next season's fashion show. Invited by Fan Ya, Mu Shaoqing Temporarily joined the design team and completed four works together.

He was so busy here that he was exhausted, until the evening of the weekend, when Li Zhen sent a message reminding him to repost the official blog of "Star Rivalry", and then he gave himself a few hours off.

After Mu Shaoqing finished posting on Weibo, he logged into WeChat and sent a message to Mr. Yin, reminding him to watch the show at [-]pm, and then sent a voice message to Yin Cheng.

——Dear shit-shoveling officer, Mu Xiaopang said that he wanted to invite you to watch TV at [-] o'clock in the evening. I wonder if you are free?

Yin Cheng is also very busy these days. He flew to Country M the morning before yesterday, and he didn't come back until four o'clock this afternoon. He told him that he was safe.

Mu Shaoqing was revising the manuscript at that meeting, and it took more than half an hour to see it.

He sent his voice at this moment, but Yin Cheng didn't reply, probably still busy.

After turning the phone around twice with his fingers between his fingers, Mu Shaoqing looked at WeChat again, and was about to withdraw the voice just now, when Yin Cheng's reply happened to be sent, which was also a voice.

——Still in a meeting, wait for me to come back, Zai Zai.

The voice was deep and sweet, revealing an inexplicable sexy, extremely seductive.

Mu Shaoqing pretended to be calm and replied "um", looked at the time, there were still two hours before eight o'clock, he immediately stood up and took action.

When Yin Cheng came back, there were still 10 minutes before the broadcast of "Star Contest", Mu Shaoqing took a look at his neat suit and meticulously groomed hair, guessing that he might not even have dinner.

"hungry?"

The boy was lying at the door of the kitchen, looking at him with beautiful amber eyes, focused.

Yin Cheng changed his slippers and stepped forward: "I'm a little hungry."

"I cooked you a bowl of small wontons, and I also made brown sugar mala cake." The young man's eyebrows were curved, and there was a clear sense of pride in the corners of his eyes and brows, as if to say: Look, how foresight I am.

Yin Cheng turned around to wash his face, dried it, and walked to the dining room. The fresh meat wontons were all plump, and the soup was beige, with a strong taste of bone soup, sprinkled with fresh green onion. , In the small plate next to it, there are two square brown sugar Mala cakes, still steaming.

"Zai Zai, you have worked hard."

"Try it quickly, how does it taste?"

Mu Shaoqing sat on the other side of the dining table with his hands on his chin, looking at him with a smile.

After returning from the book, the number of times he cooks is far less than when he was in the book. The small fresh meat wontons are also freshly made, and he hasn't had time to taste the taste after they come out of the pot.

"It's delicious." Yin Cheng took a sip of the soup and ate another small wonton, feeling a little regretful in his heart. When he was trapped in the book, the boy sent him the delicious food time and time again, but he never took it seriously. I have cherished it, and I have never praised the other party once.

When Yin Cheng was eating, he didn't talk much, and his every move was calm and steady. It was actually quite pleasing to watch him eat.

Mu Shaoqing just watched quietly, and occasionally took a sip of tea. For some reason, he always felt that Yin Cheng was not the same as before, as if he was extremely hungry, and he drank up the last bit of soup in that bowl of small wontons up.

Two pieces of brown sugar Mala cake were cut into cubes the size of dried tofu, delicate and soft, and it was more successful than when he was recording the program before.

He watched Yin Cheng eat it bite by bite, and his heart was full of sense of accomplishment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, "Star Rivalry" will start broadcasting on time.

The two sat side by side in front of the sofa in the home theater, and Mu Shaoqing brought out the fried chicken, popcorn, grilled sausage, and happy fat house water that he had prepared separately, and filled the entire table.

Yin Cheng's eyelids jumped when he saw it: "When did you order takeaway?"

Mu Shaoqing smiled openly: "It was delivered 5 minutes before you came back." It was still warm at the moment.

These are the standard equipment for watching movies!Although what they watched was not a movie, but a variety show, which he personally participated in recording.

"Didn't eat dinner?" Yin Cheng was not very interested in these high-sugar and high-calorie foods, and——

He remembers that other artists have strict requirements on themselves in terms of weight control and body management.

For Mu Shaoqing, Yin Cheng didn't have so many demands. After all, when he was still growing, there was no need to go on a diet, but... this kind of overeating and unhealthy eating habits were obviously not good habits.

"Eat a little bit."

Mu Shaoqing rolled his eyes and saw Yin Cheng's resistance to "junk food" at a glance. He was actually afraid that there would be some embarrassing scenes in the middle of the show, so he could use food and drink to divert his attention.

"I only eat it once in a while. This fried chicken smells delicious. I didn't order fried chicken. This one was fried in an air fryer."

The appearance of him trying to explain was a bit funny, so Yin Cheng could only turn a blind eye: "This is not an example."

Seeing this, Mu Shaoqing immediately made an OK gesture.

The show has already started. Amidst the familiar music, the opening dance of ten people kicked off the curtain of "Star Contest".

When he first recorded the opening dance, he felt that he was dancing a bit stiffly, but now watching it through the screen, he felt even more awkward.

On the screen, the young man in a white robe is waving his hands and feet expressionlessly, and his body seems to be swaying along with him inflexibly. He looks like a slow and stiff zombie. The background music is very exciting, but he is standing in the C position. He was still the lead dancer, and the dance was so discordant that he even brought the nine people behind him to "dance wildly with zombies".

The picture is a bit funny, but also inexplicably harmonious.

Mu Shaoqing hurriedly lowered his head to get some Coke. Just as he was about to take a sip, he heard Yin Cheng say, "You danced well."

He was slightly embarrassed, and looked at the man beside him in disbelief: "Are you kidding me?"

"It's quite distinctive." Yin Cheng spoke carefully.

Just like the square dance where Mu Shaoqing was drunk and led the dance at the finale banquet of "Ling Jiangyue", why was it airborne and popular, and it became popular for no reason?In the final analysis, it is an ingenious and distinctive feature, which gives people a bright feeling.

Mu Shaoqing pursed his lips, put down the Coke in his hand, turned slightly to Yin Cheng's side, and asked in a low voice, "You said last time that teaching me how to dance still counts?"

"What kind of dance do you want to learn?" Yin Cheng turned his head and stared at him with burning eyes.

Mu Shaoqing pondered for a while: "Latin dance?"

The corners of Yin Cheng's mouth raised slightly, and his dark and deep eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars: "Yes."

Mu Shaoqing was obviously taken aback, and quickly turned his head to look at the screen, and said solemnly: "Watching TV, learning to dance, let's talk about it later."

The program has been broadcast to "I Draw You Guess". It seems that the boy in white who has turned on the plug-in has performed amazingly all the way, but the Ling Jiangyue guest group still lost, and he was drawn to complete the challenge project.

The two-hour preparation time was edited to only 4 minutes during the official broadcast stage.

When the finished product was out of the pan and all the guests were blinded, Yin Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Brown sugar horse-drawn cake?"

"Yes." Mu Shaoqing was already sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He didn't wear socks, his bare feet were pressed against the light-colored home clothes, his calves were white and straight, and there was a smile between his eyebrows and eyes. I think, when I come back, I must give you a taste of this brown sugar mala cake."

Although it is not such a precious pastry, he just thinks that Yin Cheng should have a taste, after all, he made it himself.

"delicious."

This is the second time Yin Cheng has said these three words.

Mu Shaoqing didn't dislike his "uneducated" performance. He folded his arms happily and boasted: "It must be delicious. I am also a young genius who has spent several years studying cooking painstakingly!"

"Zai Zai." Yin Cheng called him suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Shaoqing turned his head with a smile, and the next moment, he was hugged into Yin Cheng's arms.

He frantically grabbed the other person's shoulders, tried to stand up, and muttered in a low voice: "You, take it easy, I'm a 130-jin person anyway, what if I crush you?"

"It's so light, it can't be broken." Yin Cheng pressed his eyebrows, and a slight laugh escaped from his throat, which was very seductive.

Mu Shaoqing's heart skipped a beat for an instant, and his breath was a little disordered: "I'm sitting like this, I can't watch TV..."

"Then how do you want to sit?" Yin Cheng leaned against his ear and asked softly, his warm breath spraying on his ear, "I'm all at your command."

As if a feather had been brushed across his heart, Mu Shaoqing's whole body went numb, with his hands propping the sides of the sofa, he grunted and swallowed: "You, relax a little bit."

Yin Cheng let go of his hand and weakly supported his waist.

With a thunderous heartbeat, Mu Shaoqing bit his bullet, changed direction, leaned his back against the other party, and hid himself in the embrace of the old hen like a chick.He clearly knew that he should return to his original position, but there was a stronger expectation in his heart, wanting to get closer to the other party.

Seeing that he finally stopped, Yin Cheng gently hugged the young man with both hands, wrapped the boy in his arms, and lowered his head slightly: "Zai Zai."

"Huh?" Mu Shaoqing turned his head, and in an instant, a warm touch came from his lips. Looking at the man who was close at hand, he subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling the breath of the other person, the cold fragrance, filled the air. between his nose.

The program has reached the megaphone stage, and there are constant laughter on the screen, the hustle and bustle is close to the ear, but it seems to be far away.

His only feeling was that Yin Cheng kissed him very comfortably. He seemed to be infected with the scent of the other party. From the beginning to the end, he was like lying in a warm harbor, and he didn't need to worry about any storms.

Until his own voice came from the screen, the voice said clearly: "I have been casting this sword for three years. I named it Chuxin. If you don't forget your original intention, you will always..."

Only then did Yin Cheng retreat from his territory, hugged him gently, and said in a low voice, "It's delicious."

Mu Shaoqing suddenly turned red and his cheeks were hot: "You, you..."

Rogue!

He complained silently in his heart, and his eyes fell on the screen directly opposite him.

"Watch TV with peace of mind." Yin Cheng pecked his cheek lightly and said seriously.

Mu Shaoqing snorted, and decided that the adults would not remember the villain's faults, and would not care about them like him.

The white-robed boy on the screen has already recited the last line: "From the first day he left, I began to forge my original intention. Three years have passed, and he still hasn't come back. I think I probably won't be able to wait for him. "

It's not just memorizing the lines, but his expression, tone, and tone are very similar to the last monologue of the heroine in "Swordsmith". The program team obviously noticed this, and when he read this line, he specially added Simultaneous comparison of movies.

The lines are almost synchronous, and they end synchronously, perfectly coincident.

The subtitle team added a capital "perfect" to him at the end!

Obviously it was a perfect performance scene, when Mu Shaoqing stood outside the screen watching, he was inexplicably sad, Yin Cheng, who was next to him, seemed to feel his mood, and quietly hugged him tightly.

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in his ears: "I've always been here, Zai Zai."

Mu Shaoqing's eyelids moved slightly, like the moment when the spring snow melted. He finally understood the source of those sadness. When he watched "The Swordsmith", he paid so much attention to the last monologue, and even watched it three times.

It turned out that he had been waiting for someone.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-2823:40:52~2020-08-2923:48:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Rhapsody; 2 bottles of I love Bailiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!