[Entertainment circle] What's the use of laying fat eggs

"Che Che, what is this?"

Tian Jiuguo squatted down, casually picked up a package of suspected food packaging in his overstuffed suitcase, and looked at it. There were no pictures on it, but only a long string of Chinese characters. It is a pity that his Chinese skills are limited, so he can’t read it well. Know exactly what it means.

He didn't want to waste his brain thinking about it, so he turned his head and harassed his relatives.

Jiang Mingche was carefully putting away all the things in the plastic bag and stuffing them into the suitcase one by one. He looked up and replied solemnly: "This is my life-sustaining elixir."

What is the life-sustaining elixir?

Tian Jiuguo didn't understand, he wanted to pinch it, or quietly opened it to see what the hard thing was inside, but unfortunately Jiang Mingche seemed to be aware of it, and when he met the other party's sight, he could only hold back his guilty conscience and silently took the hard thing in his hand. Stuff was put back in the suitcase.

Seeing that his cub was sad, and the invisible rabbit ears on the top of his head were drooping, Jiang Mingche couldn't help but feel soft, and he took the initiative to explain to him: "This is a hot pot base from Sichuan, China, and I bought it specially."

As a native of Chengdu, it can be said that he grew up in hot pot. Hot pot is almost an inseparable existence engraved in the soul. It can be seen how important it is to Jiang Mingche. It is a good medicine for life It's not an exaggeration.

There are indeed many so-called hot pot restaurants in South Korea, but since most of the people who come here are Koreans, they cannot bear the spiciness of the authentic Sichuan hot pot. The taste has been modified and adjusted, although it can barely taste It's not so exciting to satisfy the gluttony.

It's not that they didn't want to go to the Chinese supermarket to try their luck, but firstly, there was no Chinese supermarket near the dormitory where they lived, and secondly, they really didn't have much time.This time, Jiang Mingche was finally able to return to the country. How could Jiang Mingche hold back? He sneaked out while no one was around. When he returned to the room, he already had a big bag in his hand, which was full of major brands. hot pot base.

Tian Jiuguo's eyes lit up, his wet rabbit eyes stared at Jiang Mingche, and he quietly stretched out his hand, grabbing Jiang Mingche's sleeve.

"I want to eat too!"

Hot pot requires several people to have a soul. Jiang Mingche doesn't like to eat alone, so he nodded immediately: "Okay, let's get off the plane and buy some ingredients to eat together! It's the last dinner before the holiday."

Tian Jiuguo immediately became excited, and couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and talk about it in the bulletproof group chat room.

"Little rabbit, be good: @All members have returned to the dormitory, can we have hot pot together? Che Che bought a lot of hot pot ingredients!"

When they heard that there was something delicious, the members couldn't help but get excited.

Since there are several people in the group who can’t eat spicy food, in order to cater for everyone’s taste, in addition to his favorite spicy butter base, there are also sweet and sour tomato base, and lighter clear soup. Soup pot bottom.

As for the pot, this is not a big problem. When he returned to Sichuan as a trainee, he thought that he would eat hot pot frequently in the future, so he specially bought a mandarin duck pot from Sichuan, which was just right for him.

Putting away a large box full of hot pot ingredients and several clothes, Jiang Mingche temporarily handed over the luggage to the staff for safekeeping, carried his backpack, and got out of the hotel with other members, and sat in the nanny The car rushed to the airport.

Jiang Mingche's seat was arranged next to Jin Yunheng. He was really tired, and he sat on the chair with his eyes closed, his head was a little bit.

He was seated against the window, and Jin Yuheng was afraid that he would bump his head accidentally, so he carefully held his head and leaned it against his shoulder, as if smelling a familiar smell, the child rubbed unconsciously, and buried his face on his shoulder, The slightly frowned brows were relaxed, and under his brother's gentle gaze, he fell into a deep sleep.

Fearing that his lucid dream would be disturbed, Jin Yuheng kept this posture and did not move at all. He didn't move his stiff limbs until Jiang Mingche opened his eyes in a daze, and he still didn't forget to ask: "Are you still tired?" ?”

Jiang Mingche subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling, and he let out a small sigh of relief.

Noticing his small movements, Jin Yunheng couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to pinch the child's white and tender cheeks.

"Our little Che is really cute."

Jiang Mingche really didn't understand how he got involved with cute, an adjective that makes straight men creepy.However, from the beginning of his debut until now, whether it is the members who get along day and night, or the staff who work together, this is the most frequently used adjective for him.

He tried his best to maintain the unilaterally identified Chengdu strong man design, but whenever he deliberately put on a fierce and indifferent expression to the camera, the reaction he got was always completely different from what he expected, and he always annoyed the audience The fans shouted how cute.

Jiang Mingche sighed suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, he pinched his soft arm and said, "I have to exercise with Xiaoguo in the future."

Jin Haoheng didn't know that his casual compliment would make Jiang Mingche go on the road of no return from lifting iron, and let the boy who was supposed to be a gentle little sun in his previous life turn a corner halfway and become another A completely different style of painting, completely solidifying the inexplicable and somewhat strange nickname of Chengdu fierce man.

The staff has already sent the luggage to the dormitory in advance. Since we will eat hot pot soon, Jiang Mingche made a list of the ingredients he needs and posted them in the chat room. Please Min Yoongi and Zheng Haoxi, go to the supermarket to buy them. But he himself stayed in the dormitory, packed up his precious hot pot base as quickly as possible, and then made serious preparations, waiting for the hot pot to start.

The current BTS is not yet the future world boy group. Strictly speaking, their debut has not even been half a year. They are all paupers with cleaner wallets than faces.

Because of this, they didn't dare to buy too much meat that was too expensive. They only bought a small portion, some other vegetables and the indispensable ramen, and carried a big bag back to the dormitory together.

Jiang Mingche put the mandarin duck pot that had been prepared on the table, and cleaned and processed the ingredients brought back by the two brothers one by one.He was holding a kitchen knife and lowering his head to cut potatoes. It was getting late now, and he had to finish these ingredients as soon as possible. The brothers were already very hungry. If they delayed, it would be supper instead of dinner.Eating too much too late is not good for your body.

Maybe he was too anxious, he unconsciously accelerated the speed of cutting vegetables, and Jin Shuozhen, who was helping at the side, was terrified, afraid that he would accidentally hurt his hand, so he quickly said: "Slow down, don't worry, be careful not to cut Got it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the kitchen knife in his hand had already cut through, and his reaction was only a second slow, making a cut on the finger that he hadn't had time to withdraw.

"Hah-"

Jin Shuozhen who was beside him noticed the movement, quickly dropped the vegetables in his hand and rushed over, grabbed his hand and brought it to him to see that the bright red blood was already gushing out from the wound, he had no time to reprimand and criticize, so he turned around in a hurry In the living room, look for the medicine box in the dormitory.

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

Jin Shuo was really anxious. When he heard the voice, he quickly turned his head and looked at Zheng Haoxi who came forward: "Where is the medicine box at home? Why can't I find it?"

Zheng Haoxi opened the cabinet on the balcony, took out the medicine box inside, looked at him worriedly, and asked quickly, "Who was injured?"

Jin Shuozhen only said: "Xiao Che accidentally injured his hand while chopping vegetables, I will help him deal with it first, you go and call Yunqi, let him come over and help chop vegetables."

Zheng Haoxi frowned, turned around and went to the bedroom, and found Min Yoongi who was slumped on the bed.

"Brother, Brother Shuozhen asked you to help chop vegetables, Xiao Che accidentally hurt his hand just now."

Min Yoongi was taken aback, quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, frowning: "Why did you suddenly hurt your hand? Is it serious?"

After finishing speaking, he quickened his pace and walked out.

Jin Shuo pulled Jiang Mingche to sit in the living room, and now he was carefully helping him disinfect and treat the wound: "It hurts a bit, bear with it."

Jiang Mingche is not afraid of pain. He has experienced the pain of being stabbed more than a dozen times, but only made a small cut. He really didn't feel that such a small flesh wound was serious.But looking at brother Shuozhen's appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy, the feeling of being cared and loved all the time still made his heart warm.

Being able to be cared and loved like this makes him feel satisfied and happy from the bottom of his heart.

The pain on his fingers made him frown, Jin Shuozhen carefully took a cotton swab to disinfect him, he groaned, but his voice subconsciously softened.

"Brother, it hurts..."

He showed weakness and acted like a spoiled child, which made it difficult for Jin Shuozhen to utter the accusations and criticisms that he had kept in his mouth. He sighed and glared at him angrily: "Be careful in the future, do you know? Don't imitate you." Brother Jia Nanjun, you have destroyed yourself."

Brother Nanjun's wind review was murdered again...

Jiang Mingche blinked and nodded obediently: "There will never be a next time, I will be very careful."

Just at this time Min Yoongi came over, he took a closer look at the wound, the wound that had been treated was not as scary as it looked at first, it was just a small cut, it would heal after a while after being carefully bandaged, it was not a big problem.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but Min Yoongi was not prepared to let him go so easily:

"Do you want to have a next time? If this kind of thing happens again, you will never be able to enter the kitchen again, do you hear me?"

The human desire to survive will always play an unexpected role when needed. Jiang Mingche enjoys the sense of accomplishment of cooking and feeding the members himself, and really does not want to lose this opportunity because of this mistake.He pursed his lips, lowered his head obediently, his voice softened unconsciously, and obediently admitted his mistake in a soft and waxy tone that could hardly make people feel ruthless:

"I'm sorry bro, I made you worry."

Min Yoongi looks cold and difficult to get along with on the outside, but in fact he is the softest inside.He liked this younger brother from the bottom of his heart. Seeing him obediently admitting his mistake, he was not willing to be too harsh. He sighed softly in his heart, but reached out his hand and pinched the child's cheek.

"Okay, I'll cut the vegetables for you, you just sit here and have a good rest."

Jiang Mingche sat obediently on the sofa, watched Brother Shuozhen bandage his wound, and even tied a small bow in a wicked way.Nodding in satisfaction, Jin Shuo was really afraid that he would be bored alone, so he opened the cabinet and took out a pack of his favorite snacks, and thoughtfully tore open the package for him, and stuffed it into his palm.

After finishing these, I turned around and went back into the kitchen to prepare for today's hot pot meal.

After a while, Tian Jiuguo got out of the bathroom. As soon as he walked into the living room, he saw the glory of his dear friend's fingers, which had been carefully wrapped in gauze, looking very miserable.

He leaned forward, avoiding his wound, carefully took his hand, brought it to his lips and blew lightly:

"The wound is blowing, the pain is flying..."