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

Jing Hui stretched out his hand, quite a princely air.

"The clothes are good." Passing his hand to Director Chen, Fu Jinghui praised him politely.

"Thank you." The man nodded slightly, smiled at the surrounding media, leaned close to Fu Jinghui's ear, and said softly: "Your clothes today are also good, and you are especially nice."

It was extremely joyful to be praised, and the curvature of Mr. Actor's mouth widened a bit.

Usually, a man and a woman are together, and the man holds each other's arms when walking the red carpet.

As a result, today's situation is a bit special.

The play "Warring States Policy" was originally a man's play, and the female character who played a slightly more important role in the play was the fiancée of Prince Xiao Yu played by Fu Jinghui.

The actress didn't come this time.

The other leading actor, the one playing Su He, couldn't get away from filming another movie.

Therefore, today's "Warring States Policy" crew walked the red carpet together with the director holding the lead male's hand.

When the two passed by, there were women in the surrounding domestic media, and most of them had "appreciated" the "books" written by Miss Manager. When they saw the two beautiful men walking over together, they all said "yo yo yo yo" booing.

Fu Jinghui was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to run away, but the director Chen beside him was extremely calm, and he didn't forget to wave to the media and pick a good angle for taking pictures.

"May I ask if you are confident about winning this nomination?" During the interview, a reporter passed the microphone to Fu Jinghui's lips.

Quickly switching to the gentle male god mode, he looked over with a female reporter's heart-melting eyes: "I believe in the professionalism and fairness of the judging panel. Since I can be nominated, it means that I was nominated together with other judges. The four male actors in the film are all good enough."

What a cunning answer, not only praised myself, but also praised other actors who were selected together.

Director Chen on the side heard the words, and looked at the man with a half-smile:

He has already won many awards, this year's award, no surprises, he should be the only strong contender, right?

In the crowd, a line of sight fixed on Fu Jinghui, who was talking eloquently in front of the reporter.

"It's great, to be able to look at you so close." Suppressing the obsession in his eyes, He Gang licked his dry lips: "Quickly, soon, that eye-catching guy surnamed Chen should leave, only I—— "

"Only I can be with you, forever and ever!"

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Fox resigned yesterday, feeling relieved. He hasn't had a good rest for such a long time. Now he is going to relax for two days and adjust his state.Today, in order to celebrate the restoration of freedom, I present a fat chapter, good night everyone.

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!”

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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 Luo looked at the other party and said honestly: "I opened my own private restaurant, and I was invited a few days ago to be a private chef for an actor."

☆, saliva chicken

The author has something to say: "Hurry up, take a picture of me."

After the media interview was over, Fu Jinghui pulled over the assistant, and put his mobile phone into the other party's hand:

"Make it better, highlight the dress I'm wearing today, and the temperament of my whole body like a green lotus-oh yes, and my hairstyle today, the hairstyle should also be more conspicuous in the photo. And the figure, you want When you shoot the camera slightly from the bottom up, you have to look like this..."

Holding the mobile phone with a bitter face, Nan Feng was dizzy from being entangled in a series of words from his actor:

"Brother Hui, do you want to highlight the dress, or the temperament, or the figure?"

"Ah... ah?"

Fu Jinghui, who was doing a photo demonstration, was taken aback for a moment, and thought about it hard, thinking that as long as a certain cook can feel his handsomeness and be shocked, he waved his hand:

"Anyway, it doesn't matter how good the picture of me is. I will send this picture to others later. Just don't embarrass me by taking it."

Nanfeng: ...Why do I suddenly feel more pressured?

"Okay, you take a break, I'll take pictures of this kid."

Seeing that the rookie assistant had taken a few crooked photos, Director Chen took the phone for him.

Taking a long breath, Nanfeng glanced gratefully at the man in the black suit, and immediately stepped aside.

Director Chen couldn't help but laugh out of that look of wanting to run as far as possible.

The little assistant blushed from the laughter, secretly looking at this gentle man, the girl's heart swelled:

Ah, as expected, it was the same as what was written in sister Meng Tian's novel. Director Chen took good care of Brother Hui in every possible way.

What a match.

The assistant, whose eyes were full of little pink stars, simply ignored the fact that her photography skills were terrible.

Holding up the phone, the man smiling brightly in the sun was included in the picture, and Director Chen focused his eyes.

A sycamore leaf fell from the sky, Fu Jinghui noticed it when he raised his head, and stretched out a hand to catch the golden leaf.

The winter sun in Paris is rare and bright. The man stretched out his slender arm, revealing a white wrist in the cuff, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the golden leaf that is about to fall into the palm of his hand...

Everything is like a scroll.

Director Chen's dark pupils looked at the scene in front of him without blinking:

I got up from the dust, just to appreciate your brilliance at that moment.

"Crack-"

Clicking on the screen, Director Chen freezes this moment in the photo.

He secretly clicked send, and he sent the picture to his mobile phone.

"How is it? Let me see!"

The guy not far away raised his voice and walked over.

After deleting the sending record, Director Chen quickly switched the phone back to the picture interface and handed it back to Fu Jinghui.

"Not bad, I can't see that your photography skills are so good. If you don't want to be a director in the future, it would be nice to be a photographer and hold a photography exhibition." Seeing the picture of himself holding fallen leaves with his hands on the mobile phone, like a frozen magazine picture, the actor The gentleman immediately praised the other party.

"Hello, Fu Jinghui." Folding his arms, Director Chen called out to him.

"Why?" Fu Jinghui didn't raise his head as he looked at his phone carefully admiring his appearance.

"I took such a beautiful picture of you, in return, how are you going to thank me?"

Thank you?

Looking at the time, Mr. Actor's way of repaying people has always been simple and rude: "May I treat you to dinner?"

"You have to eat. Besides, why don't you take a photo with me?" With a smile on his face, Director Chen's eyes were filled with an imperceptible uneasiness.

Take a picture, what a joke.But, didn't you spend a long time filming in front of the media today, aren't you tired?

"It's a pose for the camera, it's work. The two of us took a private photo. You don't have to smile so formulaically, just take it easy." Taking out his mobile phone, the man raised his eyebrows:

"How about it, Mr. God, would you like to save face?"

No problem at all.

Leaning closer and bowing his head, Fu Jinghui let Director Chen hold his shoulders, and the two of them faced the camera together, making funny expressions with staring eyes and frowning.

With a "click", Director Chen pressed the shutter.

"Remember to send me a copy later!" Protruding his head, Fu Jinghui looked at his appearance in the photo, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Well, I'm a little silly."

This is the second time I took a photo with him.

When returning in the car, the man in black looked at the photos on his phone, silently lost in thought.

His fingers rubbed the screen, but the photo on the screen was not the one just taken.

There are two people in the photo.

One of them, wearing a white coat, has a gentle smile and clear eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

It was Fu Jinghui.

Just looking at the style of the clothes, it seems that they were taken a few years ago.

In the photo, the face of the other person was somewhat blurred. His long bangs covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He was obese and had a huge figure, making the actor beside him extraordinarily petite.

It's great to stand by your side with a new attitude.

This time, let me protect you.

Thinking silently in his heart, he turned off the phone screen and told the driver:

"Let's go to the restaurant. Fu Jinghui will probably arrive before us. It's not good if it's too late."

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"A Luo A Luo, it smells so good."

In the kitchen, Momo sniffed the smell in the air, very intoxicated.

It's really fragrant.

Peanuts and sesame seeds are slowly roasted over a small fire, dried out, and crushed with a stone pound.

The chili oil is heated on the fire, poured on the crushed peanuts and sesame seeds, the spiciness is mixed with the mellow aroma of dried fruits.

This smell alone has already made Xu Jing sneak into the kitchen no less than five times, waiting for the dishes to be served later.

"Where did Ah San go recently? Why didn't she go with you?"

Put the cooked whole chicken into ice cubes. The chef mixes pepper powder, salt, chicken essence, white sugar, sesame oil, etc., spreads on the bottom of the plate, and sprinkles with chopped parsley.

"She wants to watch the excitement, and you refused to go to Paris with Fu Jinghui, so she went with you secretly." Sitting on the faucet bored, he found a balance point, dangling and practicing balance ability.

Just as he was taking the chilled whole chicken and cutting it into pieces, the head chef was taken aback when he heard the words. He glanced at the absence of Xu Jing who was standing outside, and immediately turned dark:

"You said, Ah San, an onion, secretly followed Fu Jinghui on the plane and went to Paris?"

Carefully avoiding the sharp gaze from the head chef, Meme almost couldn't bear it, and quickly rolled down from the faucet, and stood leaning against the salt jar:

"From a literal point of view, it does mean that."

Putting the cut chicken pieces on the plate, Li Luo raised his eyebrows: "Is this the literal meaning? That is not the literal meaning, what is it?"

"Of course it is to protect Fu Jinghui!" With an expression of "we are doing serious business", the voice is full of excitement: "It is not safe abroad. Fu Jinghui has suffered so many dangers before. If this time How can Ah San and I feel relieved if we don't protect him personally?"

"Only Ah San went 'personally', but you are still with me." Reminding a certain tomato's current location, the master chef poked the other's chubby body.

"I want to go too, but Ah San asked me to stay and hold you back, so that by the time you find out, Ah San has already gone far away and you won't be able to catch him!" Said proudly that he had a heavy responsibility, right? What a proud face.

"It's really embarrassing for you. In order to escape smoothly, you still know how to leave one behind to block me?" He said sullenly, and the master chef was so angry with these two bold little guys that his stomach ached:

I really thought of doing it once, the sky is high in Paris and the emperor is far away, if something happens, he won't have time to save Ah San!

Shocked by the words, Momo's voice dropped significantly: "...It's not that serious, Ah San is secretly looking at Fu Jinghui, and will never reveal her identity..."

That's the best.

It's fine if Fu Jinghui finds Ah San, he can still find a way to keep that guy a secret; if it is caught by the camera, then Ah San's secret will be spread out, and what awaits them will be put in the laboratory Or being locked in a small dark room to observe and study every day...

He was terrified at the thought of that possibility.

"As soon as the matter here is over, you will go to Paris with me and bring Ah San back." Putting down the kitchen knife, the head chef made a decision.

Frightened by the sound of putting down the kitchen knife, Yi Mo looked at the sharp surface of the knife and the ugly face of Mr. Chef, and nodded obediently.

Since there is no rush now, Li Luo put the dishes on the plate, and finally poured the prepared chili sauce on top, sprinkled a handful of green onions, and brought them out of the kitchen.

It is famous for three thousand miles in Bashu, and its taste is overwhelming in twelve states in the south of the Yangtze River.

The dish I made today is saliva chicken.

The chicken was tender and the sauce was rich.

One is light, one is hot, and the other is ice and fire.

"The knife skills are good, and there is no regression."

The chopsticks in his hand reached for the chicken, and Mr. Xu commented.

The chicken tastes smooth and not greasy, with the original taste, and the aroma of peanut and sesame is mixed in it, which makes people have a long aftertaste.

"If you want to participate in the competition, you have to do a difficult one." After pondering for a while, the old man pointed out to his beloved apprentice: "Knife skills, techniques, heat, soup...all must be perfect..."

Before he finished speaking, "A Duo——"

It's Master Chef's phone notification tone.

Apologetically looking at the teacher, Li Luo turned on the phone and saw that it was a multimedia message.

In the photo, a certain guy is wearing a formal dress, with exquisite shape, starlight between his brows and eyes, golden fallen leaves touching his fingertips, and the smile on the corner of his mouth can make anyone who sees the photo involuntarily rejoice,

——It was Fu Jinghui.

Along with the photo, there is a text:

"Hey, my surname is Li, am I handsome in this red carpet look? If you think you're too handsome to be fooled, come to Paris quickly, and I'll show you around!"

It's as narcissistic as ever.

Unaware that the curvature of the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, Li Luo stretched out his finger and typed the next line on the video screen to reply:

When my game is over, I will go to Paris to find you.

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"Quick, quick, take a picture of me."

After the media interview was over, Fu Jinghui pulled over the assistant, and put his mobile phone into the other party's hand:

"Make it better, highlight the dress I'm wearing today, and the temperament of my whole body like a green lotus-oh yes, and my hairstyle today, the hairstyle should also be more conspicuous in the photo. And the figure, you want When you shoot the camera slightly from the bottom up, you have to look like this..."

Holding the mobile phone with a bitter face, Nan Feng was dizzy from being entangled in a series of words from his actor:

"Brother Hui, do you want to highlight the dress, or the temperament, or the figure?"

"Ah... ah?"

Fu Jinghui, who was doing a photo demonstration, was taken aback for a moment, and thought about it hard, thinking that as long as a certain cook can feel his handsomeness and be shocked, he waved his hand:

"Anyway, it doesn't matter how good the picture of me is. I will send this picture to others later. Just don't embarrass me by taking it."

Nanfeng: ...Why do I suddenly feel more pressured?

"Okay, you take a break, I'll take pictures of this kid."

Seeing that the rookie assistant had taken a few crooked photos, Director Chen took the phone for him.

Taking a long breath, Nanfeng glanced gratefully at the man in the black suit, and immediately stepped aside.

Director Chen couldn't help but laugh out of that look of wanting to run as far as possible.

The little assistant blushed from the laughter, secretly looking at this gentle man, the girl's heart swelled:

Ah, as expected, it was the same as what was written in sister Meng Tian's novel. Director Chen took good care of Brother Hui in every possible way.

What a match.

The assistant, whose eyes were full of little pink stars, simply ignored the fact that her photography skills were terrible.

Holding up the phone, the man smiling brightly in the sun was included in the picture, and Director Chen focused his eyes.

A sycamore leaf fell from the sky, Fu Jinghui noticed it when he raised his head, and stretched out a hand to catch the golden leaf.

The winter sun in Paris is rare and bright. The man stretched out his slender arm, revealing a white wrist in the cuff, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the golden leaf that is about to fall into the palm of his hand...

Everything is like a scroll.

Director Chen's dark pupils looked at the scene in front of him without blinking:

I got up from the dust, just to appreciate your brilliance at that moment.

"Crack-"

Clicking on the screen, Director Chen freezes this moment in the photo.

He secretly clicked send, and he sent the picture to his mobile phone.

"How is it? Let me see!"

The guy not far away raised his voice and walked over.

After deleting the sending record, Director Chen quickly switched the phone back to the picture interface and handed it back to Fu Jinghui.

"Not bad, I can't see that your photography skills are so good. If you don't want to be a director in the future, it would be nice to be a photographer and hold a photography exhibition." Seeing the picture of himself holding fallen leaves with his hands on the mobile phone, like a frozen magazine picture, the actor The gentleman immediately praised the other party.

"Hello, Fu Jinghui." Folding his arms, Director Chen called out to him.

"Why?" Fu Jinghui didn't raise his head as he looked at his phone carefully admiring his appearance.

"I took such a beautiful picture of you, in return, how are you going to thank me?"

Thank you?

Looking at the time, Mr. Actor's way of repaying people has always been simple and rude: "May I treat you to dinner?"

"You have to eat. Besides, why don't you take a photo with me?" With a smile on his face, Director Chen's eyes were filled with an imperceptible uneasiness.

Take a picture, what a joke.But, didn't you spend a long time filming in front of the media today, aren't you tired?

"It's a pose for the camera, it's work. The two of us took a private photo. You don't have to smile so formulaically, just take it easy." Taking out his mobile phone, the man raised his eyebrows:

"How about it, Mr. God, would you like to save face?"

No problem at all.

Leaning closer and bowing his head, Fu Jinghui let Director Chen hold his shoulders, and the two of them faced the camera together, making funny expressions with staring eyes and frowning.

With a "click", Director Chen pressed the shutter.

"Remember to send me a copy later!" Protruding his head, Fu Jinghui looked at his appearance in the photo, and burst out laughing with a "puchi": "Well, I'm a little silly."

This is the second time I took a photo with him.

When returning in the car, the man in black looked at the photos on his phone, silently lost in thought.

His fingers rubbed the screen, but the photo on the screen was not the one just taken.

There are two people in the photo.

One of them, wearing a white coat, has a gentle smile and clear eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

It was Fu Jinghui.

Just looking at the style of the clothes, it seems that they were taken a few years ago.

In the photo, the face of the other person was somewhat blurred. His long bangs covered most of his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He was obese and had a huge figure, making the actor beside him extraordinarily petite.

It's great to stand by your side with a new attitude.

This time, let me protect you.

Thinking silently in his heart, he turned off the phone screen and told the driver:

"Let's go to the restaurant. Fu Jinghui will probably arrive before us. It's not good if it's too late."

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"A Luo A Luo, it smells so good."

In the kitchen, Momo sniffed the smell in the air, very intoxicated.

It's really fragrant.

Peanuts and sesame seeds are slowly roasted over a small fire, dried out, and crushed with a stone pound.

The chili oil is heated on the fire, poured on the crushed peanuts and sesame seeds, the spiciness is mixed with the mellow aroma of dried fruits.

This smell alone has already made Xu Jing sneak into the kitchen no less than five times, waiting for the dishes to be served later.

"Where did Ah San go recently? Why didn't she go with you?"

Place cooked whole chicken in ice cubes