Star system feeding plan

His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, obviously startled.

"It turns out that cooking is so dangerous, no wonder the rewards are so good." The little fat boy rubbed his chin with his small hand, thinking.

"Xiaoxiao! Come here and take Mengmeng away!" The kitchen is too dangerous, don't accidentally turn into a pretty face with his son so white and tender.

Sun Xiaoxiao hurried over, picked up the little fat boy, turned her head and ran, as if a wolf was chasing after her, shouting while running, "Turn on the range hood!!!"

Lin Anjing turned on the range hood, and the strong suction sucked out most of the smoke in the kitchen in an instant. He bent down to pick up the spatula and washed it, and then carefully leaned over to put the meat in the pot.

Fortunately, his pot is non-stick, otherwise the meat might have stuck to the bottom of the pot after a long time.

After blinking, he felt that although there was a burst of oil, it was not as scary as before, so he quickly poured potatoes and carrots in, and took out the mobile phone that he had just put aside to have a look.

"...It seems that the steps are wrong..." Lin Anjing scratched his head, don't care, anyway, the meat has changed color, it doesn't matter whether you put the soy sauce or the vegetables first, as long as it is cooked.

"Where's the onion?!" Turning around but not finding the onion, Lin Anjing added some water to the frying pan and covered it. After thinking about it, he opened the lid and took a look. He took some soy sauce and poured it in. Know not to pour too much, children should not eat too salty.

"Here is the onion!" Sun Xiaoxiao yelled in the living room, and took the onion from the bag beside him and gave it to him, "It smells good."

"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too." Cut the green onions and pour them into the pot to cook together, then turned on the rice cooker, and the rice inside had already boiled and bloomed.

"Go out, don't look at me. If you look at me, I won't do anything." Seeing Sun Xiaoxiao standing aside to watch him move, Lin Anjing raised his hand to drive away.

Sun Xiaoxiao curled her lips, but she thought she could have lunch.

Lin Anjing poured the diced meat, diced carrots, diced potatoes, and celery that had been cooked for a while in the wok into the electric rice cooker, then took the spoon on the side to stir in the pot, and put a pair of chopsticks on it with the lid open. When he saw the post, he replied that if he could put two chopsticks on the pot when cooking porridge, he would not be thrown.

"Boil it for another half an hour and you can eat." Wiping his hands, he glanced at a small red spot on the back of his hand. Lin Anjing raised his hand and put it on his mouth to lick it. He walked to the living room and sat on the sofa He hugged the little chubby kid who was grinding his teeth with an apple in his arms, "Are you hungry? It will definitely be faster next time."

The little chubby boy glanced at the place where his hand was burned by the oil, leaned over and puffed up his cheeks and blew twice, and muttered: "Blow it and fly away in pain!"

Lin Anjing rubbed his soft hair, and reached out to read the script that Sun Xiaoxiao put on the coffee table.

"No lines?" He frowned and looked carefully.

The drama "Love" is about the end of the 70s and the beginning of the 80s. People in a village with no information were infected because of infectious diseases, but no one would think of going to the hospital to seek medical treatment. Most of them died, and it was not until the rescue team came that the rest managed to survive.

The story is very old-fashioned, interspersed with several pairs of lovers who were infected and locked up by the villagers to encourage each other in order to survive, and the most special one is the dumb who sent food to these people.

It's not that he's not afraid of being infected, but that he has been discriminated against by the villagers because of his disability, so the delivery of food is left to him.

The role that Lin Anjing is going to take over is this mute. Although he was afraid of being infected at the beginning, he would get rid of these people when delivering meals every day. Afterwards, he found that they were not as scary as the villagers said. One of the women (female No. [-]) who had a dead man fell in love.

At the end of the story, the mute also failed to revive the heroine, and refused to receive treatment after being heartbroken, and finally died.

At this point, the rest of the story has nothing to do with Lin Anjing, so there are actually not many places for him to appear, but Lin Anjing thinks this is a challenge.

At least it's much stronger than the walk-on ones he picked up before.

☆, the task is completed

Lin Anjing stirred the pot with a spoon, leaned over to smell the smell, turned his head and smiled at the little fat boy who stood on his legs and looked up at him, "You can eat it."

"Okay, oh, I'm starving to death!" The little fat boy clapped his hands and looked at him with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm really hungry too, An Jing, you haven't said how you feel about that script, do you want to try it?" Sun Xiaoxiao leaned over the door frame and looked at him.

"Okay, I have nothing to do anyway." Put a few bowls of porridge on the tray and handed it to Sun Xiaoxiao. He bent down to pick up the little fat boy and walked to the dining table, saying as he walked, "But Xiaoxiao, isn't the company planning to How can such a role with room for development be cheap for me?"

Regarding her current situation, Lin Anjing is still very self-aware.

He has no background, his appearance is generally upper-middle-class, he has no temper or attractive temperament, and it is difficult to have a real chance of becoming famous in this realistic society.

"I don't know, maybe I thought you were shocked this time, so I gave you some compensation? But then again, the young boys who signed the contract are not too old, they only look like seventeen or eighteen." Sun Xiaoxiao blew The porridge on the spoon, put it in your mouth, "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Anjing took a specially bought child's spoon and stirred the porridge in a bowl, looking at her in confusion.

The little chubby boy who was sitting by the side waiting to be fed also turned his head to look at her, but he turned his head back quickly, and stretched out his hand to pull Lin Anjing's sleeve, then opened his mouth twice, humming in dissatisfaction: " Dad, I want to eat!"

Lin Anjing hurriedly continued with his hands, and even lowered his head and blew, "Wait a minute, now it's so hot that it will burn you."

"Well, umm." The little fat boy licked his lips and agreed, but his big eyes were fixed on the little spoon that was stirring back and forth, without blinking.

Sun Xiaoxiao coughed and wiped her mouth, stood up and went to the kitchen, "There is no smell, although it is quite fragrant."

"Oh, help me get some salt too." Lin Anjing smiled and winked at her, turned his head and fed a spoonful of porridge into the little fat boy's mouth, "How is it?"

The little mouth chewed, and the little fat boy nodded vigorously, "It's delicious!"

Following his nod, Lin Anjing saw a flash of gold in the little guy's eyes, and he asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong? Did you see something just now?"

The chubby boy opened his mouth and took another bite, explaining with his chubby cheeks: "That's the system prompt to complete the task. I have experience rewards. If Dad doesn't complete the task within the specified time, the color will be red, Dad There will be punishment."

"Is there a reward from me?" Lin Anjing leaned over to wipe his mouth, fed him another mouthful of meat porridge, and told him, "Chew it thoroughly before swallowing."

The little fat boy answered him while nodding, "Yes, but Dad, do you want to watch it now?" The little fat boy reached out to Lin Anjing, and before he could reward him, Sun Xiaoxiao came back with the salt jar.

Lin Anjing looked up at her, and squeezed the little fat boy's hand to signal him to eat later.

"An Jing, then I'll contact Brother Wang and ask him about the audition time." Sun Xiaoxiao sprinkled some salt into the bowl, and Sun Xiaoxiao looked at him.

Lin An nodded. Originally, he wanted to continue feeding the little fat boy, but the little fat boy reached for the spoon and said very sensiblely, "Daddy, I can eat by myself."

Lin Anjing saw that although his movements were slow, the small hand holding the spoon was tight, so he didn't stop him, and started to eat after adding some salt to the bowl.

"Is this child really yours?" After eating for a while, Sun Xiaoxiao couldn't bear it anymore, and raised her head to ask again.

"Of course, I look so much like me." Lin Anjing leaned over and pressed his face to the chubby kid's cheek, and the father and son looked at Sun Xiaoxiao together.

Although the chubby boy is only two years old, his facial features are clearly a shrunken and immature version of Lin Anjing, and it is obvious that the chubby boy has better genes and is much cuter than his father.

"If the company knows, it will definitely trouble you." After a while, Sun Xiaoxiao reminded.

Lin Anjing froze for a moment, then sighed.

"Then there is no way, but my contract with the company is for three years. If the company wants to hide me in the three years, there is no way. Of course my son has to follow me. They can do whatever they like."

Sun Xiaoxiao glanced at him, saw the gentle smile in his eyes, and knew that this was not a lie.

She is curious.

"An Jing, why did you enter the showbiz in the first place? You have acted a lot in movies and TV shows, but they are all small roles. If it was someone else, you would have changed careers long ago."

Not to mention she was curious, even the little fat boy nodded seriously.

As an advanced intelligent system, he also doesn't understand why Lin Anjing chose the entertainment industry. After all, with his intelligence, he should be able to get into a good university and then have a stable job, instead of being unable to climb up after seeing other people's faces like he is now. go up.

"Uh... Are you two full? There's still some in the pot." Lin Anjing's expression froze for a moment, then he stood up nonchalantly and took the empty bowl aside to fill the porridge, obviously not wanting to answer this question.

Sun Xiaoxiao blinked and looked at the little fat boy.

The little fat boy continued to eat, but he didn't see anything.

Lin Anjing stood in front of the stove, scooping porridge into a bowl with a spoon in his hand, with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

Sun Xiaoxiao went back after eating, and the script left her to go back and contact her agent to ask about the viewing time.

Lin Anjing cleaned up the table, arranged the daily necessities bought for the little fat boy, and then took the pad and leaned on the bed. The little fat boy lay on his lap and looked up at him.

"Father, I'll give you a mission reward." The little fat boy stretched out his little hand with the palm up, and a faint blue light appeared in his little hand.

Lin Anjing stared at his chubby, white and tender little hand, then slowly stretched out his hand to cover his little hand, and then his body trembled.

The things in front of his eyes seemed to be much clearer than before, he frowned, lowered his head and looked at the little fat boy.

"what happened?"

"Well, how can I explain it? It's just a kind of ability. Dad, you'll know after reading the script." Pointing to the script on the side, the little fat boy shook his two little feet.

Lin Anjing raised his eyebrows, reached out and brought over the script that was on the side, and after a glance, he knew what the reward was.

I quickly finished flipping through the fifteen pages of the script. It usually takes about half an hour to read it carefully. I may not be able to remember the lines in it, but now...

"Have a photographic memory?" He looked at the smiling little fat boy.

"Yeah! But it's only for reading scripts." The little fat boy nodded and pointed to his little nose, "Dad, do you think I've changed?"

Lin Anjing looked at him carefully and shook his head.

"It hasn't changed, it's still soft." As he spoke, he pinched his face.

The little fat boy stared angrily, and finally lost his temper.

Forget it, anyway, his system upgrade experience bar is only 10/50, so he has to work harder!

☆, 18 years of mission

The father and son slept face to face on the double bed, but the almost identical faces had two flavors.

One kind is delicate, one kind is lovely.

The little chubby boy's long eyelashes trembled, his big watery eyes slowly opened, his little pink mouth pouted, and he arched forward with a groan, leaning into Lin Anjing's arms and continued to sleep.

Lin Anjing was disturbed by his movements, and felt a soft lump in his arms in a daze, he squeezed and kissed it before opening his eyes.

He hugged the little fat boy curled up in his arms with one hand, touched the back with the other hand, and took a look at the phone.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the phone displayed an unread text message.

He let out a breath, looked sideways at the little fat boy who was sleeping soundly again, covered him with a quilt, got up and left the bedroom with his mobile phone.

The text message was sent by Sun Xiaoxiao. Looking at the time display, it was seven o'clock in the morning. He probably didn't call because he was afraid of disturbing his rest.

The time and place of the screening of the movie "Love" three days later, with a list of audition actors and corresponding roles.

Glancing at the five audition actors for the dumb role, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled—he thought it was just an ordinary role, but now it doesn't look like that.

Although the five actors were not big hits, they were still well-known in the second-line supporting roles. They were basically old-timers in the entertainment industry, at least they had been in the film industry longer than Lin Anjing.

Sitting on the sofa, he picked up the script on the coffee table and read it again, he sighed.

Although the photographic memory skill rewarded by that system is very useful, it is really difficult to master the character just by memorizing the lines.

Lin Anjing has a problem. He likes to bite his lips when he is thinking about things or thinking about scripts. He is not very old in the first place, and this kind of action makes him look a bit childish.

After posting the script in a daze for a while, he got up and went to the computer desk, he might as well look it up online, he had to experience it personally to know how to perform it.

He remembered that in order to play a blind man well, someone tied up his eyes with black cloth strips for a week to feel and blend in.

If there were no chubby kids at home, Lin Anjing felt that he could not speak for three days.

The problem is that there is a fundamental difference between not speaking and not being able to speak.

Sighing, he clicked on the webpage with the mouse, searching for the word dumb countless times, and he frowned.

"Father!" The little fat boy's voice sounded from the bedroom, and it was only then that he came back to his senses.

He hurriedly got up and went to the bedroom. The little fat boy who was sleeping soundly on the big bed had already sat up and raised his little feet to face the door.

Seeing him come in, the little fat boy sniffed, moved his little feet and said in a childlike voice, "Dad, I thought you ran away!"

"Why should I run away?" Lin Anjing walked over, bent down and hugged him out of the quilt.

The little fat boy didn't raise his feet on purpose just now, but he got tangled up in the quilt and was forced to pose because he couldn't get out...

"Then am I a fool now? If you don't want to support me anymore, why don't you run away?" The little fat boy curled his lips and wrinkled his nose on his shoulder.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He pinched his fleshy buttocks and carried him out, "I have given you and my surname, why did you leave you behind and drag the oil bottle? You will know a lot by then .”

The buttocks were pinched twice, the little fat boy turned his body and turned to look at him, "Of course I know a lot! And I can predict the future!" Shaking his little fist, the little fat boy proudly snorted.

"Then tell me, what will the future look like?" Lin Anjing laughed, thinking that you are an advanced intelligent system, not a god, and you can predict the future, too bragging.

The little fat boy blinked, and said solemnly: "Dad will be a big star in the future! He will also fall in love!"

"...You are the final system task." Lin Anjing was stunned for a moment, sighed, put his clothes on, and then took him to brush his teeth and wash his face, "I can't do things right in the future, I will work hard, be good, brush teeth."

The little fat boy nodded, he still believed in Lin Anjing's character.

If it weren't for some special features and advantages, the main system would not have chosen Lin Anjing.

"Son, can I ask you a question?" The father and son sat at the dinner table, each holding a bowl of porridge.

There was really too much porridge last night, just now Lin Anjing added some more and went to sleep to heat it up, so breakfast was enough.

The little fat boy nodded, holding a small spoon and stuffing the porridge into his little mouth mouthful.

Although the color is not very pretty, but the taste is good, the little fat boy thinks that for Lin Anjing who is cooking for the first time, his cooking skills are very good.

"How long will you exist?" Lin Anjing is a long-lasting person. If the little fat boy suddenly leaves or disappears after staying with him for a few years, he may be devastated.

In any case, he is still being raised as a son, so he still has to ask himself to be mentally prepared.

"Huh? I'm your son now, and of course I won't leave until the end of your pension. Dad, you don't think I'll disappear someday, do you? You watch too many cartoons!" The level of clarity in enunciating words made Lin Anjing feel inferior.

But just now, his sad heart was instantly healed by the cute appearance of the little chubby boy. Since he can take care of him, it means that he will leave after he dies. That's good, he feels relieved.

The two had dinner, and the little fat boy gave Lin Anjing a new mission, but this mission was a bit special...

"Let me cook all the time?" Lin Anjing opened his mouth wide in surprise, what kind of task is this, asking him to be a chef?

"It's not always, is it? I'll be fine when I'm 20 years old." The little fat boy looked at him with a smile, his face full of sincerity.

The corner of Lin Anjing's mouth twitched, come on, this task means that he still has 18 years to continue his career as a chef.

"every day?"

"You don't need to eat three meals a day, just eat one meal a day." Feeling that Lin Anjing was a bit repelled, the chubby boy puffed up and said, "Dad, you have to face up to the issue of raising children! I want to be a healthy baby!"

"..." Looking up to the sky and rolling his eyes, you are healthy, but I am not healthy anymore!

He doubted whether this was a system task, or the little fat boy did it on purpose.

But forget it, anyway, I am not a busy person, so there is nothing wrong with having time to practice cooking.

To be honest, he has had enough takeaway food, and now it's enough for two people, so it's quite expensive to always eat takeaway food.

"Come on fat boy, let's go to the supermarket to continue shopping, this time we have to buy a lot of things." After brushing the dishes, Lin Anjing wiped off the water stains on his hands, picked up the little fat boy, took the wallet and keys and went out purchase.

As for the characters...

He came back to study.

☆、The thief who stole the lunch box

Lin Anjing has been practicing cooking at home for the past two days when he has nothing to do, and he has achieved some results. At least he can make an egg pancake or something...

The chubby boy was lying on the sofa watching TV, while Lin Anjing was making omelet rice in the kitchen.

He made it for the first time today. This thing is not so easy to make.

Although egg cakes can be made, they are only limited to electric cake pans.

Looking at the egg liquid that had been scorched black again, Lin Anjing held his forehead.

"Son, your dad, I really don't know what to do, please help me." Lin Anjing rushed out of the kitchen to pick up the little fat boy and ran back, "Son, help me."

The little fat boy glanced at a pile of burnt black omelette skins, smashed his mouth, touched his chin with his little hand, and said solemnly: "Dad, why don't you use an electric cake pan?"

Lin Anjing opened his mouth, feeling stupid.

"Understood, let's go play." Bending down put the little fat boy on the ground, took out the electric cake pan from the side cabinet, brushed with oil, heated it, and poured the egg liquid, all done in one go.

Because it is just a simple egg, it is cooked very quickly, and the edges are already curled in a few seconds. Quickly pour in the assorted rice that has been fried just now, and then turn it to a low temperature and wait for a while.

"Father, is this okay?" The little fat boy raised his face and sniffed, the smell was quite fragrant.

"It shouldn't be a problem, right?" Lin Anjing wrapped the fried rice in egg skin, pulled out the power plug of the electric cake pan, scooped out the omelet rice inside and put it on the plate, glanced at the little fat boy, and then took the chopsticks aside, Take a bite and try.

"Well..." Chewing.

The little fat boy raised his face and swallowed his saliva.

"Hmm..." He took another bite and continued to chew.

The little fat boy blinked, raised his little hand and patted his leg.

"Hmm..." Lin Anjing frowned, and looked down at the little fat boy, "Son, I forgot to put salt."

"..." The little fat boy froze and stared, "Dad!"

"Hey! I'll do it again!" Lin Anjing quickly pulled out the assorted fried rice from the egg liquid and poured it into the frying pan, then took some salt from the side and sprinkled it in, and started frying again.

The egg skin also had to be made again, but the second time it was done a lot faster, because the fried rice was still hot, so it looked much better after being poured on the egg skin than before.

"Dad, roll a roll, it can be made into an egg roll." The little fat boy looked on tiptoe, wiggling his little nose.

"Take this as our lunch first, and I'll make egg rolls later." Lin Anjing took a plate on the side and put the omelet rice on the plate, "You eat first, I'm going to the audition right away, you stay at home obediently wait me back."

The little fat boy nodded, glanced at the many egg liquids left, and said, "Dad, you can make these egg liquids into egg skins, and you can eat them in the car."

Lin Anjing also thought it made sense, but eating egg skins alone seemed tasteless. He remembered that there were still a lot of ham sausages in the refrigerator, which could be rolled into egg rolls.

"Father, here's your lunch box." The little fat boy gave him a plastic lunch box beside him, and said obediently, "Eat it on the road, you won't have energy if you don't eat."

"I know, I know, you eat obediently, just leave it alone after eating, and go back to the house to sleep when you are sleepy." After all, he is not a real child, and the little fat child who is quite capable of self-care has saved him a lot of trouble.

"I know," the little fat boy nodded, seeing that he was about to leave after getting dressed and taking the script and bag, he quickly handed over the lunch box, "Food!"

"Enen, good son." Lin Anjing hugged the lunch box and kissed him, then turned around and opened the door to leave.

The little fat boy blinked, and walked steadily to the dining table, tiptoed to take the plate off the table, and went to eat at the coffee table in the living room.

It's not that he wants to come here to eat, it's that he has short legs and can't climb onto the chair, which is a dangerous move for him.

When Lin Anjing got downstairs, Sun Xiaoxiao drove the nanny car over, and when he saw him coming down, he waved his hand to signal him to get in the car.

"Didn't you eat?" Seeing that he was carrying a lunch box in his hand, Sun Xiaoxiao looked back.

"Well, I just made omelet rice for my son. It was so difficult." Thinking about the failed products in the kitchen, he curled his lips and looked at the lunch box in his hand. Inside were egg rolls and some mixed fried rice, which looked good. It's a pity he has no appetite.

"Don't be nervous. Brother Wang is waiting there. You have to eat your meal first. You may have to wait for a long time after passing." Sun Xiaoxiao drove to the main road. Make a sound to reassure him.

"Let's talk about it later, I'll read the script again." Lin Anjing nodded casually, and took the script out of the bag.

Although I have clearly remembered it in my mind, I am still not sure about the eye expressions that need to match the protagonist's expression.

There was no traffic jam on the road, the audition time was 01:30 pm, and the two of them arrived at [-]:[-].

In the audition waiting hall, many people were sitting on chairs with numbers and scripts in their hands, waiting to be called for an interview. Lin Anjing took a deep breath, and his palms felt cold.

"An Jing, our seat is there, go and sit." Sun Xiaoxiao helped him carry the bag and the lunch box. Many people around him should have been here since the morning, and the assistants also went to buy fast food, and they were eating while thinking. Woolen cloth.

The selection of several protagonists was carried out in the morning. Lin Anjing took a look around, and found that there were quite a few big stars sitting on chairs, and their expressions were not very good.

"So many people came to the audition?" Sun Xiaoxiao also saw many popular stars, rolled her eyes, and thought it was strange.

Lin Anjing shrugged. Yesterday, the manager called and said that the investor is a big company, and there will definitely be many people coming. Tell him to talk less and not offend others.

"An Jing, eat first, I'll go find Brother Wang." Sun Xiaoxiao handed him the lunch box in her hand, and ran to find Wang Meng who was talking to another actor not far away.

Lin Anjing glanced at it, put the lunch box on the empty chair aside, got up with the bag and went to the bathroom.

When he gets nervous, he wants to go to the toilet, the kind that can't be done if he doesn't...

Yan Hao came out of the elevator, the smell of various takeaways in the audition hall made him frown, turned his head to look left and right, and fixed his eyes on the lunch box placed on the last row of empty chairs.

Others are holding disposable lunch boxes for takeaway, only this plastic lunch box stands out among them.

He blinked and strode over.

Because he came out of the elevator at the back, no one saw his movements. Yan Hao picked up the lunch box on the chair, opened it and smelled it, then turned and left.

This taste is not bad, he wants to eat it a little bit, the meat floss rice ball just now really made him very unhappy.

When Lin Anjing came back, he found that the lunch box on the chair was gone, he looked around but couldn't find it, he sighed, and thought to himself, who is this, stealing food?

In the luxurious office on the top floor, Yan Hao sneezed after being satisfied and full, looked at the plastic lunch box on the table, and raised his eyebrows.

tasty.

☆, audition meeting

Yan Hao ate the assorted fried rice and ham and egg rolls in the plastic lunch box, and after belching satisfied, he pressed the internal line, "One cup of coffee, three spoons of powdered sugar."

Houli immediately went to pour coffee, then knocked on the door and went in.

Just now when he saw the boss came back with a plastic lunch box, he was quite puzzled. He was too clear about his boss's virtues.Even the food made by the top chefs can show disgust without even looking at it. The meaning is obvious-is this kind of food that people can eat?

Anorexia, picky eaters, dislike of food, Yan Hao has been like this since he was a child, no matter how exquisite and luxurious food is placed in front of him, he will frown and find fault.

It is really a miracle that he can grow so tall and burly.

As soon as Hu Li entered the door, he smelled an oily smell. He frowned, and saw the empty plastic lunch box on the desk at a glance.

He remembered just glancing at the fullness inside!

What about rice? ! !

Where is the meal? ! ! Σ(°△°|||)︴Putting down the coffee cup with trembling hands, Hu Li swallowed his saliva, carefully glanced at the man with a satisfied expression and crossed his legs, and asked uncertainly: "Boss ? You...you ate your meal?"

"Yeah, it's really delicious." Smacking his lips, he couldn't finish it.

Yan Hao felt that what he had eaten for the past [-] years was grassroots, and only this meal could become food, which made him feel delicious.

"Go, check and see who put the lunch box there." Picking up the coffee and taking a sip, he raised his eyelids and looked at Hu Li, who was obviously surprised and wide-eyed, and bared his teeth, "If you find it, you will be rewarded."

Hu Li nodded, turned around and left without saying a word.

As long as he can find this person whose cooking can be eaten by the boss, not to mention the boss rewarding him, even the old man must reward him.

……

Even though he lost his lunch box, Lin Anjing didn't feel bad about it, anyway, it was just a ten yuan plastic lunch box, and it was his first time cooking the rice inside, the taste was so-so, not as good as takeaway.

"An Jing, get ready, you'll be here soon." Sun Xiaoxiao ran over to pull him, pointed to the dejected man who came out of the cubicle, and whispered: "I heard that there are many big shots in today's audition, don't be nervous ,I believe in you."

Lin Anjing blinked, reached out to hold her hand, and said with a wry smile: "My nervous palms are full of cold sweat, don't show too much confidence in me, Brother Wang must have brought more than me."

He looked around just now, and several familiar artists from the same company also came to the audition, probably for this role.

Sun Xiaoxiao curled her lips, knowing what he meant, but she followed Lin Anjing, so she couldn't lose confidence in him.

Before entering the door, Lin Anjing took several deep breaths to calm himself down, then straightened his back and knocked on the door, gently pushed the door open and walked in.

Liu Yu raised his head, and saw that the person who came in looked ordinary, but the way he stood there was very pleasing to the eye.

As the screenwriter of this play, he knew exactly what kind of artist he needed to perform this role. He glanced at Director Xu who was standing aside, and saw that he had admiration in his eyes, and he gave Lin Anjing a full score for his first impression in his heart.

At least the appearance is what he likes, this character can't be too brilliant, and can't be too ordinary, Lin Anjing's delicate appearance is exactly what he wants.

Director Xu smiled at Lin Anjing when he saw him coming in, and asked, "Is the injury healed from last time?"

"Thank you Director Xu for your concern. I'm fine. Just rest and rest." Lin Anjing smiled and bowed slightly to the three people present, which was considered polite.

"Sit down, you should have read the script, now tell me about your understanding of this character." Liu Yu tapped on Lin Anjing's information on the table with a pen in his hand, and said with a smile.

"Well," Lin Anjing turned and sat down, lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head and said, "Although the mute doesn't have too many scenes in the play, I always feel that the whole play has more storytelling because of him. From the initial cowardly rejection to understanding, then the desire to survive, and then to loss, every step needs to be expressed by the artist through body and eyes, and I noticed that the mute was poisoned by mistakenly eating rat poison since he was three years old He is dumb, so he is even more eager for people to understand his handicap."

After finishing speaking, Lin Anjing looked at their expressions, saw the approval in the eyes of several people, and continued: "My understanding is that the second female actually likes this mute, but for some reason she can only give up," Speaking of which, he shrugged helplessly and said with a smile: "I don't have a complete script, so I don't know it very well, it's just a guess."

Liu Yu clapped his hands, obviously, he agreed with Lin Anjing's statement.

Director Xu also nodded in satisfaction, pointed to the hut beside him and said, "Go and adjust it, let's try the last clip in 5 minutes."

Lin An nodded and got up and went to the hut.

The make-up artist in the hut was a little surprised to see him coming in, because the entire production crew was quite worried about Lin Anjing in the explosion accident last time.

"Sister Zhang." Lin Anjing greeted with a smile.

"Are you coming to the audition too? Come on, come on, which scene? I'll help you transform it." As he spoke, he took the paint brush and walked over with a smile.

Lin Anjing told her that it was the last scene.

"OK, just darker, you are a bit too white." Lin Anjing's skin is very thin, and the pores are almost invisible. Makeup artists like this kind of skin the most.

Five minutes soon passed. After Lin Anjing came out of the hut, he lowered his head, took two staggering steps, and then fell to the ground as if he lost his strength. He actually fell, and his body hit the floor with a bang. There was a muffled sound.

He lay on the ground for a while, slowly got up, and then faced the four judges, his eyes were blank and empty, as if there was nothing in front of him, he stared blankly for a while.

Although his eyes were blank, his lips were tightly pressed. Yesterday, he lost the only person who would smile at him, his first love, but today, what he will lose is his life.

He knew that he was also infected with the virus, he knew that he would not live long, he wanted to shout out, he didn't want to die, but he couldn't help it.

With his mouth open, he roared silently, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

Curling himself up, his forehead resting on his knees, his arms tightly hugging his calves, his body was shaking, he was afraid, but also relieved.

"OK!" Director Xu clapped his hands with a snap, Lin Anjing took advantage of the situation and immediately stood up.

Raising his hand to wipe his eyes, he had noticed just now that there was an extra man in the room, and he was also a famous big shot.

☆、10 Mr. Yan

When Lin Anjing stood up, Yan Hao also looked up at him, frowning.

This person looks average, those little actors are much better than him.

Lin Anjing glanced at Yan Hao, seeing him frowning and looking at him, his heart ached, thinking that he might not be selected today...

After all, the sign in front of Yan Hao is the producer, if he thinks he is not good enough, even the director can't say anything.

Director Xu glanced at Yan Hao, then rolled his eyes, "An Jing, stand up."

Lin Anjing is now standing near the door, which is much further away than when he just entered the door. He went up to the first two steps, although he said he had no idea, but he had a smile on his face.

"Director Xu."

Yan Hao moved his nose and narrowed his eyes.

"Come here." Gogou pointed his finger, no need to name the words