The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

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He really likes Director Chen's personality more and more, and it was indeed right to make friends with him back then!

There was only a row of seats in front and back, and He Gang sat in his seat, staring at Fu Jinghui who was sitting in the front row of him, and his deep voice was haunting:

"Going to the Paris Film Festival this time, Mr. Fu should be very confident that he will win the award, right?"

I closed my eyes and prepared to catch up on sleep. God knows why Fu Jinghui started to sleep inexplicably after the chef left. No matter what soothing soup he drank, it didn’t work. In the end, he accidentally discovered that he was lying in front of Li Luo In the house where I lived, smelling the faint fruity fragrance left in the house, I always fell asleep very fast.

Now that I'm away from home, it's even harder to get a good night's sleep.

As a result, He Gang's voice drove away the little drowsiness that Fu Jinghui had cultivated with great difficulty.

It's deadly.

"Mr. Fu already has so many trophies for best actor, Paris Film Festival? This one is not bad." Before Fu Jinghui could speak, Director Chen who was sitting on the other side of the aisle spoke for him.

"Why do you always interrupt when I'm talking to Fu Jinghui? I don't know how Director Chen learned his manners?" The other was not happy.

"The front page report of "Xinmin Weekly" last week also said that I treat people politely. Among the younger generation of directors, it is rare to have no airs. Director He's words, could it be that he wants to say that the article is not written properly?" The plane has already taken off , took the coffee handed over by the stewardess, Director Chen twitched his eyes slightly.

He Gang fell silent immediately.

Just kidding, the reporter who wrote that report is an old reporter among the entertainment reporters. He has a wide network of contacts, and he is appointed to write the press releases of many big-name stars.As long as he, He Gang, dares to say that the report was written incorrectly, and the reporter surnamed Chen spreads it randomly when he goes back, the reporter will be unhappy and hold grudges. They want to cooperate with "Xinmin Weekly" in the future, and what they write will not be good. I can guarantee that there will be no bad sounds.

This time it was finally quiet.

Taking a box and handing it over, Director Chen met Fu Jinghui's puzzled eyes, and explained: "Baked potatoes with cream, it's been a long journey, you should eat something to fill your belly."

On weekdays, there is also such a person who from time to time gives him all kinds of delicious food like magic.

Fu Jinghui took the baked potatoes with cream and tasted it. It was soft in the mouth and rich in milky fragrance.Potatoes are served with shredded cheese, a golden morsel, delicate yet delicious.

This man seems to be trying to take care of all his feelings.

"You will meet a lot of friends, they will make you happy, they will cook a lot of delicious food, and they will rush over to you immediately when you need a phone call..." The words of the master chef echoed in his ears again that day. By the side, Fu Jinghui suddenly felt sore:

How do you guys with the surname Li know that someone will feed me? What if they treat me so well that I forget about you?

Or is this guy just planning to let himself forget him slowly?

Bah, he won't fulfill the other party's wish.Here it is, the first thing he has to do is to go to New York to trouble that guy, he must be bored to death!

The invention of high-speed rail is definitely one of the most meaningful feats that benefit mankind.

Guan Guan took everyone on the high-speed rail.

Tianjin goes directly to Beijing, and it takes half an hour to get it done.

According to the address of Fu Jinghui's house mentioned by the chef on the phone, Guan Guan and the others rushed to Qingyangli Villa while it was dark.

"It's really big." Standing outside the gate of the villa, Huahua sighed.

"Really rich." Looking at the grand decoration of the whole villa, Xia Xia also nodded.

"Really...why don't we go in?" Cauliflower Porridge looked at the little friend suspiciously.

"There is a camera. It's not good to be a celebrity, and the anti-theft measures are too complete. We have to find a way to bypass these things." Tossing two corn silks, the official greeted everyone:

"Come and look for it, is there a dog hole or something? Try to get in, it's too late, Ah Luo should go to bed later."

After finally finding the gaps in the corner of the wall, they got in one by one, and were about to climb into the house along the water pipe, when a faint cry of resentment resounded over the yard:

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

How can there be crying in the middle of the night?

And the cry was getting closer and closer, as if it had feet, it was getting closer to where Guan Guan and the others were.

"Guan Guanguan...Guan, when Ah Luo called you, did he say that the place he lives in is 'not very peaceful'?"

Congee Congee was trembling, and moved himself closer to Guan Guan.

The timid Zigu has already started to cry: "Fu Jinghui's house is so scary, Guanguan, I miss Ah Luo, and I still want to go home, please let Ah Luo come out to pick us up and go together!"

This place is really scary at night, Guan Guan nodded: "Okay, then let's—"

A green-yellow-yellow thing suddenly popped up and rushed towards Guan Guan.

"Ah—" Porridge Porridge was taken aback, He Zigu and the others panicked, picked up a stone and threw it at the monster.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts!" A cry of pain sounded: "Don't hit it, don't hit it, it's me, it's me..."

Huh, that sound sounds familiar.

The big guy quickly stopped, pulled the thing up and turned it over, and was dumbfounded when he saw it:

"Godball? Why are you?"

"Why can't it be me!" Mr. Celery was about to be beaten into internal injuries, and Mr. Celery wanted to cry but had no tears.

"A Luo knows about us, so did you ask you to pick us up at the door?" With a soft voice, Shigu looked at Celery excitedly.

"What do you know, you guys are late like me!" Sitting down on the ground, Celery rubbed her waist with a pole: "When I found this place, A Luo and that Fu Jinghui were not at home. .”

As he spoke, the little grievances in Mr. Celery's heart couldn't stop:

"I was still waiting for Ah Luo to help me pay the toll, but no one was there. The two garlics took me for a liar and beat me to the brim. My handsome appearance!"

gone?gone?

Where did Ah Luo go?

They tossed all the way, could it be that the trip was in vain?

The vegetables did not expect such a result after trekking half the world in fear, and they looked at each other in blank dismay for a while, at a loss.

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Japan, Tokyo.

The easiest place in the world to witness parting and reunion is called the airport.

The sadness of saying goodbye to an old love and the hope of welcoming a new beginning are all performed silently every day in that space.

Among these hurried crowds, a tall and straight brown figure was particularly eye-catching.

The brown windbreaker made the visitor look tall and straight, his bony fingers were pulling the suitcase, his light brown pupils became more clear-eyed, and the girl who was swept by her eyes blushed involuntarily.

"Ah Luo A Luo, is this Tokyo?"

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a small red figure poked out from a corner of the man's collar, and his voice was clear and crisp.

Is it a tomato?

Hiding in the collar of Mr. Chef, Meme looked at everything strangely through the cover of the thick coat.

On the electronic screen on the outer wall, the trailer of Fu Jinghui's latest recording "24 Seasons of Deliciousness" is playing.

"It turns out that Japan will also release Fu Jinghui's promotional videos." I wish I could squeeze my whole body out of the collar, so I can see clearly, so I almost bit the handkerchief and turned into a fan:

"It's so handsome. Look at the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body. Is it the one with enamel cuff buttons, or A Luo, you helped him choose that day!"

Hearing this, Li Luo looked up at the electronic screen on the wall.

The boy with a bright smile on the screen is like a pure white camellia, laughing and playing in the camera, not knowing what it means to be sad.

And the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body was indeed chosen by Li Luo for him.

"Help me pick out a dress, I'm going to shoot a promotional video today!"

At that time, a certain guy excitedly pulled the chef and took him to the closet, insisting on his help to pick out a shirt for the other party.

These days, chefs have to work part-time to be in charge of their employer's styling, which is not easy.

Seeing the other party's big round eyes like a puppy, the head chef suddenly softened, lost his temper, and walked obediently to the wardrobe.

His fingers brushed over the neatly ironed pieces of material, and he saw the enamel cufflinks with cloud patterns on a black background were very conspicuous on the cuff of one of them.

"Just this one." He took the shirt out of the closet and handed it to the other party, he said.

"You have a good eye, you know how to choose the most expensive one, and you can help me match my clothes in the future." Taking the shirt, Fu Jinghui joked with him with a smile.

later?

But in three months, how can there be so much future?

At that time, he didn't care about it at the bottom of his heart, but now when he saw the shirt on the screen, the face of that idiot involuntarily appeared in Li Luo's mind.

He said he was going to Paris to participate in the film festival. At this moment, that guy should also be preparing to get on the plane, right?

I don't know if that idiot found the things and notes he left in the refrigerator.

"—Ah Luo, you bastard, I thought you weren't coming!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

A silver-haired old man walked in from the gate, and patted Li Luo's shoulder from ear to ear: "If you don't come, I'm going to buy a plane ticket and go to Beijing to bring you back."

His original thoughts were disrupted, and he shook off the smiling face of Fu Jinghui in his mind, Li Luo tucked his collar, and hid it well: "Teacher, you can speak out, if I dare not Come on, you just send someone to convert my restaurant in New York into a Turkish bath, I dare not not come."

On the side, a middle-aged man who came with Mr. Xu couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer.

Hearing this, Xu An and Mr. Xu squinted their eyes and hummed: "If you don't play hard, you won't come to see my old man on your own initiative."

"Li Luo dare not." He bowed down to salute the teacher respectfully, the middle-aged man stepped forward and took the salute from Li Luo's hand.

"Don't say anything, go back with me to rest and recuperate. Tonight, I will take you to meet some seniors. You haven't shown up for several years, and there have been quite a few newcomers who have emerged in the past two years."

Now that he is in Tokyo, he will never let this kid waste a great opportunity. Mr. Xu signaled to the middle-aged man beside him: "Xu Jing, watch this kid for me. The one who dares to leave in front of the camera."

Being guarded by the teacher so vigilantly, Li Luo was stared at by the middle-aged man without blinking, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment:

But he only ran once, why did the teacher say that he seemed to be a repeat offender?

On the other side, Beijing.

Being bumped into for no reason, and the other party ran away without even apologizing, the actor became more and more convinced: what he saw in the bedroom early in the morning, the four characters "everything is not suitable" on the calendar seemed to have so many characters. very interesting.

However, he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence."

A slightly deep voice came from behind, Fu Jinghui was startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice:

He was dressed in formal attire, with a peaceful face, but the creases between his brows and the slanted eyebrows revealed that the owner was not as talkative as he looked.

"...Director He? It's really a coincidence."

Seeing that face, Fu Jinghui remembered that this was the guy who caused him to be misunderstood by the media and was revealed to be Liu Xinran's divorce.

Hide as far away as you see.

These were the original words of the agent when she introduced Director He to him.

I heard that the two had collaborated on a film back then, but it was said that it was not screened because the subject matter involved politics.

The reason for using "I heard" is because I don't know if it's been too long or I haven't seen him a few times. Fu Jinghui always can't remember this director He Gang.All related matters were popularized by Meng Tian later.

The director who has worked with him before, and now he is still being rumored by the media with the other party's ex-wife, Fu Jinghui looked at the other party's eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Is your anorexia... getting better?" He Gang looked at the thoughtful person standing in front of him, there were too many emotions in his eyes that he couldn't express, and finally he just asked this sentence gently.

"Director He really knows how to joke, when did I suffer from anorexia?"

He has never disclosed his illness to the outside world, how did this person know?

With a look in his eyes, Fu Jinghui quickly put on a nonchalant look: "My body is very good, completely healthy, so I don't need Director He to bother too much."

He Gang's eyes shrank when he heard the last sentence, and he deeply forgot Fu Jinghui's glance:

"Director He? This name is really unfamiliar. There will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. You can just call me He Gang."

Who wants to work with you in the future?

I heard from Meng Tian before that he was changed roles in three consecutive plays, and this one in front of him has made great contributions.Collaborate again?If he accidentally offends the other party somewhere, will he be unable to survive in the entertainment circle?

Fu Jinghui decided to listen to the manager and stay away from this dangerous person.

However, he and this Director He were on the same plane.

Standing in front of the boarding platform, Fu Jinghui looked at the man who was calmly watching over, his face turned green:

Lingering ghosts, what is this?

"Fu Jinghui, are you going to take this flight too?" A man came diagonally to save this embarrassing situation.

He is tall and thin in a black shirt, looks like a white-faced scholar, his face is more like a little boy than Fu Jinghui's - it's just that he should be more imposing, and the arrogance in his eyes won't be looked down upon.

It's Director Chen.

Fu Jinghui immediately breathed a sigh of relief: he has an acquaintance who can talk.

"Hey, Director He is here too, what a coincidence, everyone on this flight is acquaintances." He blocked Fu Jinghui's body without a trace, blocking He Gang's view of Mr. Actor, and Director Chen pulled him over. He went on:

"What are you doing stuck here? If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we get on the plane. Fu Jinghui, which seat are you taking?" talk.

The dignified Director He's complexion was very ugly for a moment.

As a result, when Director Chen passed the seat, he seemed to turn sideways inadvertently. He Gang, who was standing upright, suddenly sat down on the ground.

He Gang: ...

"Ah, I'm so sorry. It's been cold recently and people are wearing a lot of clothes. I accidentally squeezed you, Director He, to the ground. Lose weight! I'll go back and lose weight! I can't let the weight gain like this anymore! It's really right I can't help it." Smiling and apologizing to He Gang, Director Chen really didn't have the slightest hint of "I'm sorry".

Seeing the thin figure of the guy who bumped into him, He Gang, who managed to stand up with the seat on his hands, became even uglier when he heard this.

Fu Jinghui tried hard to hold back a smile.

He really likes Director Chen's personality more and more, and it was indeed right to make friends with him back then!

There was only a row of seats in front and back, and He Gang sat in his seat, staring at Fu Jinghui who was sitting in the front row of him, and his deep voice was haunting:

"Going to the Paris Film Festival this time, Mr. Fu should be very confident that he will win the award, right?"

I closed my eyes and prepared to catch up on sleep. God knows why Fu Jinghui started to sleep inexplicably after the chef left. No matter what soothing soup he drank, it didn’t work. In the end, he accidentally discovered that he was lying in front of Li Luo In the house where I lived, smelling the faint fruity fragrance left in the house, I always fell asleep very fast.

Now that I'm away from home, it's even harder to get a good night's sleep.

As a result, He Gang's voice drove away the little drowsiness that Fu Jinghui had cultivated with great difficulty.

It's deadly.

"Mr. Fu already has so many trophies for best actor, Paris Film Festival? This one is not bad." Before Fu Jinghui could speak, Director Chen who was sitting on the other side of the aisle spoke for him.

"Why do you always interrupt when I'm talking to Fu Jinghui? I don't know how Director Chen learned his manners?" The other was not happy.

"The front page report of "Xinmin Weekly" last week also said that I treat people politely. Among the younger generation of directors, it is rare to have no airs. Director He's words, could it be that he wants to say that the article is not written properly?" The plane has already taken off , took the coffee handed over by the stewardess, Director Chen twitched his eyes slightly.

He Gang fell silent immediately.

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Japan, Tokyo.

The easiest place in the world to witness parting and reunion is called the airport.

The sadness of saying goodbye to an old love and the hope of welcoming a new beginning are all performed silently every day in that space.

Among these hurried crowds, a tall and straight brown figure was particularly eye-catching.

The brown windbreaker made the visitor look tall and straight, his bony fingers were pulling the suitcase, his light brown pupils became more clear-eyed, and the girl who was swept by her eyes blushed involuntarily.

"Ah Luo A Luo, is this Tokyo?"

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a small red figure poked out from a corner of the man's collar, and his voice was clear and crisp.

Is it a tomato?

Hiding in the collar of Mr. Chef, Meme looked at everything strangely through the cover of the thick coat.

On the electronic screen on the outer wall, the trailer of Fu Jinghui's latest recording "24 Seasons of Deliciousness" is playing.

"It turns out that Japan will also release Fu Jinghui's promotional videos." I wish I could squeeze my whole body out of the collar, so I can see clearly, so I almost bit the handkerchief and turned into a fan:

"It's so handsome. Look at the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body. Is it the one with enamel cuff buttons, or A Luo, you helped him choose that day!"

Hearing this, Li Luo looked up at the electronic screen on the wall.

The boy with a bright smile on the screen is like a pure white camellia, laughing and playing in the camera, not knowing what it means to be sad.

And the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body was indeed chosen by Li Luo for him.

"Help me pick out a dress, I'm going to shoot a promotional video today!"

At that time, a certain guy excitedly pulled the chef and took him to the closet, insisting on his help to pick out a shirt for the other party.

These days, chefs have to work part-time to be in charge of their employer's styling, which is not easy.

Seeing the other party's big round eyes like a puppy, the head chef suddenly softened, lost his temper, and walked obediently to the wardrobe.

His fingers brushed over the neatly ironed pieces of material, and he saw the enamel cufflinks with cloud patterns on a black background were very conspicuous on the cuff of one of them.

"Just this one." He took the shirt out of the closet and handed it to the other party, he said.

"You have a good eye, you know how to choose the most expensive one, and you can help me match my clothes in the future." Taking the shirt, Fu Jinghui joked with him with a smile.

later?

But in three months, how can there be so much future?

At that time, he didn't care about it at the bottom of his heart, but now when he saw the shirt on the screen, the face of that idiot involuntarily appeared in Li Luo's mind.

He said he was going to Paris to participate in the film festival. At this moment, that guy should also be preparing to get on the plane, right?

I don't know if that idiot found the things and notes he left in the refrigerator.

"—Ah Luo, you bastard, I thought you weren't coming!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

A silver-haired old man walked in from the gate, and patted Li Luo's shoulder from ear to ear: "If you don't come, I'm going to buy a plane ticket and go to Beijing to bring you back."

His original thoughts were disrupted, and he shook off the smiling face of Fu Jinghui in his mind, Li Luo tucked his collar, and hid it well: "Teacher, you can speak out, if I dare not Come on, you just send someone to convert my restaurant in New York into a Turkish bath, I dare not not come."

On the side, a middle-aged man who came with Mr. Xu couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer.

Hearing this, Xu An and Mr. Xu squinted their eyes and hummed: "If you don't play hard, you won't come to see my old man on your own initiative."

"Li Luo dare not." He bowed down to salute the teacher respectfully, the middle-aged man stepped forward and took the salute from Li Luo's hand.

"Don't say anything, go back with me to rest and recuperate. Tonight, I will take you to meet some seniors. You haven't shown up for several years, and there have been quite a few newcomers who have emerged in the past two years."

Now that he is in Tokyo, he will never let this kid waste a great opportunity. Mr. Xu signaled to the middle-aged man beside him: "Xu Jing, watch this kid for me. The one who dares to leave in front of the camera."

Being guarded by the teacher so vigilantly, Li Luo was stared at by the middle-aged man without blinking, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment:

But he only ran once, why did the teacher say that he seemed to be a repeat offender?

On the other side, Beijing, China.

Being bumped into for no reason, and the other party ran away without even apologizing, the actor became more and more convinced: what he saw in the bedroom early in the morning, the four characters "everything is not suitable" on the calendar seemed to have so many characters. very interesting.

However, he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

☆, hairy blood flourishing

The author has something to say: The streets of Tokyo are covered with fallen leaves.

It's cold outside in winter, but it's warm inside.

The steaming heat floated in the air, and the aroma of ham lingered.

A pair of long and slender hands stretched out, with rounded and neatly trimmed nails, took the spoon, and poured a spoonful of oil into the pot.

The fire is turned on, and a solidified mass is split in half, and one half is put into the pot.As the temperature gradually rises, the spoon stirs slowly, the sound of sizzling becomes louder and louder, and the spicy aroma fills the whole room little by little.

Those hands took a plate, poured the white and tender bean sprouts into the pot, and after a sound of "呲啦啦", quickly stir-fried the bean sprouts until they were fully cooked, put them in the bottom of a large bowl.

The lettuce is fried in the wok until it is cooked and softened, and it is placed on top of the bean sprouts together with the bean sprouts.

Cut the scallions into sections, put them into the pot and stir-fry until they are fragrant. The other half of the solidified bottom material is poured into the pot by that hand. Hulala is accompanied by hot water, and a pot of thick soup is thoroughly cooked.

Like fire, bright red and hot.

The washed and soaked fungus was thrown into the bosom of the thick soup. Pork slices, yellow throat slices, eel slices, and ham slices sat side by side, and were poured into the pot by the hand, sinking and floating in the thick soup.

Add the blanched duck blood, about 1 minute, start the pot, pour the ingredients in the pot together with the soup, into a large bowl with bean sprouts and lettuce on the bottom.

"Ah Luo, don't be too busy, hurry up and have some hot tea together." A distant call came from the living room.

"It will be ready soon, teacher, you drink first, and I will come." The hand holding the handle of the pot paused, and Li Luo replied loudly.

Quickly pour the bottom oil into the pot, and quickly stir-fry the dried chili and dried peppercorns in the oil to release the fragrance. The smell alone makes people feel refreshed and refreshed.

In the living room, several semi-retired seniors in the industry sat around the coffee table, exchanging pleasantries with old friends who were rarely seen in the daily life.

"This smell..." Sniffing the smell in the air, one of the old men in Tang suit had a look of nostalgia on his face: "It's been a long time since I smelled such a friendly smell, the spiciness of mustard and the spicyness of Sichuan cuisine In comparison, I always feel that it is almost meaningless."

Hearing this, Mr. Xu looked smug, but he still pretended to be humble: "Ah Luo boy, when I heard that I was going to invite old friends over, I insisted on cooking some hometown dishes for you. The elder is here, he has nothing to do as a junior, he can only cook and make some gadgets to make a fool of himself."

Xu Jing, who was at the side, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and muttered in his heart: You just pretend to be old, obviously you yourself insisted on asking Master A Luo to show his hands in front of the guests, so as to save you some face.Mr. Fujita said before that his apprentice's dishes are good, but you have been unable to see it for a long time...

In the kitchen, pour the fried chili and prickly ash into a bowl, and Li Luo walks towards the hall with the "badget" from his master's mouth.

Before people arrive, the fragrance enters the bosom first.

"Spicy, spicy, fresh, fragrant, the soup is bright red, not muddy, not bad. Old man Xu, just because of your appearance, I have to say that you are a good apprentice." Seeing that it was served by Li Luo Mr. Fujita praised the blood on the table again and again.

He keeps saying that children are not capable, they are just playing around, but the smugness in Mr. Xu's eyes and the upturned corners of his mouth should not be too obvious:

My Xu Anhe's apprentice, of course not bad!

Several old fellows entered the table and saw the disciples of Mr. Xu cooking, and they all took chopsticks to try their skills.

The duck blood soup is thick, the beef leaves are crisp, the ham is delicious, and the lettuce is clear... All the ingredients taste very layered, hot and tender.

"Old man Xu, apprentice with such a good craftsmanship, will you participate in this Tokyo Grand Prize? Don't let the organizing committee miss such a good seedling." Looking at Li Luo with a smile, the old man in Tang suit glanced at Mr. Xu : "The old man Xu has only a few tricks. Later, you come to play with Uncle Tang, and Uncle Tang will teach you how to cook. I guarantee that he will be better than your master!"

Is this going to poach someone in full view?

Mr. Xu quit: "Who said that I only have such a few skills? Old Tang, you are not kind! Didn't you say that old man Fujita's apprentice qualifications are good last time, and you want to give advice to others? You just go slowly with that kid. Let's play, don't spoil my A Luo."

"Hmph, if you are capable, how can you, an apprentice with such good qualifications, have not shown your face at the Global Food Awards?"

After finishing speaking, Elder Tang turned his head and looked at Li Luo with a very kind smile: "Is your name A Luo? A Luo, which star hotel did you work as the head chef before?"

"I didn't go to work in a hotel." Shaking his head, Li Shi said honestly, "I opened my own private restaurant, and I was invited to be a private chef for an actor a few days ago."

The hall fell silent for a while, and the old men looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, it was Mr. Tang who broke the embarrassment: "Haha private restaurant is good, you are not restricted, and you can slowly study new dishes by yourself. It's just—"

When the topic changed, Elder Tang mentioned this junior: "Being a private chef for those little stars in the entertainment industry, this kind of work is less likely to be done in the future. It's not like we can't live on anymore, so why not take on this kind of work? For your craftsmanship, when you come back to Tang Bo's clubhouse, the head chef will be yours."

When it was over, he teased his old friend: "Old man Xu, you have some family background anyway, so you let your apprentice have nowhere to go and find work everywhere by yourself, without even a serious job?"

The smile on the corner of Mr. Xu's mouth froze, he glared at a kid with a stupid mouth, and casually took a mouthful of eel slices:

"I introduced him to a serious job, but this brat doesn't like him. Wasn't there an actor among the guests on the reality show of "24 Seasons of Deliciousness" before? Ah Luo went to serve as a private person for the sake of his friend's loyalty. Chef, I went to teach the other party's cooking skills. Is it effective? Those of you who have watched that show have also seen it."

It's actually Fu Jinghui from that show?

This program is also aired in Japan. Although it is a midnight program, the ratings have remained high.

And the hottest and most popular in the show is an actor and guest, Fu Jinghui.

That star's cooking was taught by A Luo, so it's no wonder, I didn't expect this kid to be quite loyal.The other elders nodded and exchanged glances with each other.

After the meal, Mr. Fujita spoke and called Li Luo to his side: "We old fellows are discussing that although the registration for the Global Food Awards at Tokyo Station is closed, we still have a recommendation quota."

Seeing Li Luo heard this, he raised his head and looked over, Mr. Fujita nodded:

"That's right, some of us old guys want to recommend you to participate in this Tokyo Station Food Awards."

Paris France.

"Ah-"

I sneezed as soon as I got off the plane, and the "little star" in the entertainment circle called by a certain gourmet bigwig rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Hey, who is missing me?"

"I didn't sleep well on the plane, don't catch a cold." A coat was draped over Fu Jinghui's body, and it was Director Chen who was warm.

"Chen Yelin, you used to deal with the surname He on the plane, I really enjoyed watching it." Thumbs up at the other party, Fu Jinghui saw the coat slipped off his shoulders, and quickly tightened it: "Our hotel is Send a car to pick you up?"

Modestly expressing that tormenting He Gang is entirely his own responsibility, Director Chen nodded, took the backpack for him, and watched Nanfeng take Fu Jinghui's salute: "Don't worry about it, come with me Just go."

It's nice to be lazy.

Beijing, Qingyangli Villa.

Standing in the cold wind in the north and almost freezing into dogs, a group of vegetables managed to find their way into Fu Jinghui's house from the sewer.

"What should we do now?" Shigu asked Guanguan tremblingly as he huddled on the sofa to keep warm.

"Goudany, you came here first, so you haven't heard any news?"

After poking a certain guy who kept getting into the cushion, Guan Guan asked angrily.

Frightened by the cold weather in Beijing these days, Mr. Celery retracted himself into the cushion on the sofa, only a small section of the pole was exposed: "I don't know, there is no one of our kind here, and I can't ask anything."

It's really worthless, what use are you for!

Guan Guan looked helplessly at the sky.

"Guanguan, look at Ah Luo!" The exclamation sounded, and everyone was taken aback.

It's cauliflower porridge.

Seeing that everyone had discussed for a long time and there was no progress, she originally wanted to turn on the TV to watch the news or something, but she saw it in the news report——

"A Luo? This is CCTV's "Morning News", and the lower left corner is the time and place...Tokyo? By the way, A Luo said that Mr. Xu is going to let him go to Tokyo to participate in the latest food awards .” Slapping his forehead, his senses were overwhelmed: “Look at my memory, I forgot everything Ah Luo said!”

However, all their money was given to that snake fruit for smuggling. What should we do when we go to Tokyo this time?

"That..." Raising her hand tremblingly, Celery said cautiously: "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can consider looking for the potato who brought me from New York to Beijing - I won't show up, they beat me twice, They all look familiar. It's just that... if you can't pay any more, the two sticks of garlic probably won't hit you lightly."

Should I be beaten and go to Tokyo, or should I stay where I am and wait anxiously?

Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Finally, Guanguan pointed at a cactus and said:

"Go, why not? If they want to fight, let him be beaten—as long as it doesn't hurt."

this is a good idea!

Their eyes lit up, and the vegetables looked at Mr. Cactus, who was looked down upon with chills, and nodded in unison:

Just do it!

Wrapping himself into a ball, Mr. Actor and the other party went to the opening ceremony of the film festival after checking into the hotel and resting for a while.

On the way to the car, the stylist put on makeup and styled him.

The clothes were finalized by Meng Tian himself before departure. The blue suit has a classic style and a yuppie style. At first glance, it looks a bit conservative, but when you look closely, you can find dark lines on the fabric.

The watch should also be carefully matched, together with the chosen clothes, once Fu Jinghui puts it on, he will immediately look like a male god.

Nervously holding the phone for Fu Jinghui, Nanfeng's hand trembled involuntarily: "What should I do, Brother Hui, I'm nervous..."

Fu Jinghui: ...Why are you so nervous when I go on the red carpet?

"That's not what you said," the rookie assistant was about to cry: "Sister Mengtian said that she wants me to keep an eye on you. If anything goes wrong, I'm the only one to ask."

The imitation of this tone was so vivid that even the raised chin and the squinting eyes of the agent when she spoke were exactly the same.

Fu Jinghui was immediately happy: "Okay, I'm in good shape today, and I caught up on sleep on the plane, and there will be absolutely nothing wrong at the scene later, so you can put the little heart back in your stomach."

Director Chen's car passed by with Fu Jinghui's, and when they arrived at the scene, before the media swarmed up and surrounded them, Director Chen got out of the car first, and opened the door for Fu Jinghui:

"Let's go, male god, it's hard work for you to walk the red carpet with me today."

What a gentleman.

Especially the other party is wearing a black suit today, his hair is combed neatly, facing the floating face in the sun.