After the movie, she teased me under the guise of teaching drama [entertainment circle]

Hmm, I'm hungry, I need a meal

Gu Ziyan nodded silently, looking a little helpless, completely inconsistent with her current enchanting image.

"Then go eat something first."

Peng Yuru smiled, turned around and took a pair of chopsticks, and handed the plate and chopsticks to her.

In the barrage, there was howling.

[The anchor is eccentric, we want to be second! ]

Gu Ziyan stretched out her hand, took the plate and chopsticks, and impatiently put a piece into her mouth.

[The hand of the mysterious beauty!looks great! ]

[Wait a minute, just show a fingertip, how do you see that the whole hand looks good? ]

Peng Yuru turned around and returned to the cutting board, took the beef to the cutting board, and looked back at Gu Ziyan before cutting:

"You can only eat three yuan, and you should eat less spicy food on an empty stomach, or you will spoil your stomach."

Gu Ziyan, who had already eaten 1/3, could only nod obediently, then picked up the second piece and chewed slowly.

[Hahahahahaha, ask for the shadow area in the beauty's heart]

"You go outside and wait for me first, there is oily smoke in the kitchen."

Gu Ziyan nodded, her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she made a silent mouth: delicious!

It's delicious, but you can't eat too much, Peng Yuru also responded to her with lips.

[Is there a lip-speaking translator? ]

[The anchor said: eat more if it tastes good]

[Ahhh, what kind of beautiful friendship is this? ]

After Gu Ziyan left, Peng Yuru put away his smile, glanced at the barrage, and began to cut the beef.

"The beef should be cut across the grain, so that it will be very tender after frying."

***

All the dishes were ready, and the tablet was in Gu Ziyan's hand. Peng Yuru looked at the camera and asked as usual: "Which dish will you eat first?"

[Let the beautiful guests decide! ]

[Seconded]

When Peng Yuru was watching the barrage, Gu Ziyan was biting her chopsticks lightly, and her eyes moved back and forth on the five dishes. She wanted to eat the chicken wings, which were a bit similar in color to the sweet and sour pork ribs, and they should also be sweet.

"They tell you to eat first."

Peng Yuru's voice sounded next to her ear, and Gu Ziyan looked up at her in confusion, but she was still very honest in her hand, and directly grabbed a chicken wing with the best appearance.

[I can see the whole picture of the hand, it’s so good! ]

[Focus on the pinky tail ring!Beauty is still single! ]

Peng Yuru also picked up a chicken wing, took a small bite, pretended not to see the barrage, and explained in the same frequency with a natural face: "The taste is sweet and salty, and the meat is relatively tender."

Gu Ziyan ate slightly faster than Peng Yuru. After eating a chicken wing, she stretched out her chopsticks to pick up a piece of steamed sea bass, dipped her hands in the soup, and put it in her mouth.

[Anchor go eat sea bass! ]

Then, whichever dish Gu Ziyan eats, Peng Yuru picks whichever dish, just like a taste explanation machine.

After eating every dish, Peng Yuru bid farewell to the fans in advance before finishing the meal, and then turned off the live broadcast.

"Ziyan, you can talk now, I've turned off the live broadcast."

"Well, they are all delicious."

Gu Ziyan was working hard to cook, her lips were shiny and she didn't know if it was lip gloss or oil stains.

"Which one do you like best?"

"Spike potatoes."

"why?"

Gu Ziyan put down her chopsticks, served Peng Yuru a bowl of soybean trotter soup with a spoon, and explained:

"One is that I prefer spicy food, and the potatoes are uniform in thickness, moderate in taste, appetizing and refreshing, and the other is feelings. When I was young, my father often made it for me.

But now I can't eat what he made because he passed away a few years ago.

However, it's the same when you eat Peng Peng's. The taste is very authentic, and I like it very much. "

In fact, after Gu Ziyan's father passed away for so many years, today was the first time she ate Spike potatoes.

After turning around and going out from the kitchen, she couldn't hold back her emotions. She leaned against the wall, her eyes were red, and tears rolled in her eyes. She raised her head, trying to force the tears back, but when she closed her eyes, the tears rolled down her face The light makeup on his face faded away.

She had a very good relationship with her father. At the beginning, her father supported her to drop out of school to enter the entertainment industry. Unfortunately, her father passed away before seeing her becoming famous.

"sorry, I"

"It's okay, my father has been dead for almost eight years, and I'm much better now."

Gu Ziyan interrupted Peng Yuru, with a formulaic smile on her face, just like she usually treats media reporters.

She didn't fake her smile on purpose, she was just worried that it would cause a psychological burden on Peng Yuru, so she pretended to be a fake smile.

"Well, eat more if you like."

It was the first time that Peng Yuru felt vulnerable from Gu Ziyan's tone, she could tell that Gu Ziyan was using a smile to cover up her sadness.

When Gu Ziyan was 20 years old, her father died young, and her acting career suffered another setback. She was unilaterally terminated by the company and almost quit the entertainment industry.

That year was the darkest year in her life.

That year, she walked forward in the abyss, her whole body was wrapped in endless ink.

That year, she wanted to look up at the sky, but she couldn't see any light. Wherever she looked, there was nothingness.

"Why did you turn off the live broadcast earlier?", Gu Ziyan suppressed her emotions, picked up a ball of rice with chopsticks, asked casually, and changed the subject.

"They're all looking at your hands, nobody's watching me eat."

Peng Yuru sighed and followed Gu Ziyan's words. This was the first time she was compared with one hand.

"Why don't they look at your hands? Yours look better"

Gu Ziyan seemed to feel a trace of resentment in Peng Yuru's tone, held back her smile, and glanced at Peng Yuru's slender fingers.

"They look at my hands every day, and they are tired of looking at them."

Gu Ziyan laughed, and then smiled: "Then don't show them, show it to me alone, I won't get tired of watching it."

"Okay, next time when you broadcast live, wear gloves to cook."

***

In the afternoon, Peng Yuru went back to her hometown. She said it was her hometown, but it was actually the suburbs of Kyoto. Her grandparents were both natives of Kyoto. Grandpa Peng Wu was a poor scholar in the 70s. Later, with the reform and opening up, the small hotel was turned into a chain hotel. Then it was passed on to Peng Yuru's father, Peng Shang, and her grandma, Gui Yun, came from a family of Chinese medicine practitioners, and she was superb in acupuncture and moxibustion.

Peng Yuru's interest in medicine was brought up by her grandmother. Compared with traditional Western medicine, she is more inclined to add Chinese medicine to the treatment of diseases, commonly known as the combination of Chinese and Western medicine.

According to Grandpa Peng's wishes, this birthday party only invited his own family to have dinner in a villa in the suburbs.

"Grandpa, I wish you a happy birthday, good health and longevity!"

"Okay, thank you, Xiao Ru, for your blessing. You listen to me."

Grandpa Peng insists on practicing Tai Chi every morning, and even goes for a one or two-kilometer run at night. His muscles are faintly visible, and his body is as tough as a middle-aged man in his 40s.

"Grandpa's birthday is today. I have a wish. I hope you can find the one you can entrust to your life soon. Then grandpa wants to hug his great-grandson."

Grandpa Peng said that he whispered in Peng Yuru's ear, but in fact, the voice was so loud that everyone in the hall could hear it clearly.

"Well, it depends on fate. If you find it, I will bring it to you."

Peng Yuru is an idealist, what she pursues is ideological resonance, and she is a faithful believer in Platonic love.

Peng's father and Peng's mother did not urge her to get married, but the old man and the old lady were anxious, and she could understand that the old man's greatest wish was to have a full house of children and grandchildren, and a harmonious family.

"it is good!"

Grandpa Peng responded with a voice like Hong Zhong, which made Peng Yuru's eardrums hurt.

"What's good? Why is the old man so loud? Look, it scares Xiao Ru."

Grandma Gui Yun walked over briskly, took Peng Yuru's hand, and gave Grandpa Peng a white look.

"Isn't that very happy?"

Grandpa Peng muttered something, then took a piece of Wangzai milk candy and peeled it off to pass it to his mouth.

Grandma Peng snatched Wangzai's milk candy and handed it to Peng Yuru, "How old are you, and you still compete for candy with little dolls? Look at your teeth, they are not as white as mine."

Grandpa Peng was speechless. He smoked when he was young, which made his teeth yellow. After he quit smoking, his teeth became whiter, but they were still not as white as Grandma Peng's.

After Grandma Peng turned around, Peng Yuru secretly stuffed the Wangzai milk candy into the palm of grandpa again, and made a mouth-to-mouth:

"Don't get caught."

Grandpa Peng nodded heavily. He turned around, threw the toffee up, opened his mouth wide, and when the toffee fell into his mouth, he skillfully wrapped it with his tongue and chewed it.

This is the trick he used to show little Peng Yuru. At that time, he often made little Peng Yuru clap his hands and laugh, revealing a few baby teeth.

Seeing Grandpa Peng's straight back, Peng Yuru raised the corners of his mouth. Grandpa and grandma are in good health, and mom and dad are loving each other. What could be happier than this?

Peng Yuru's uncle, Mo Mo, also came. Although Mr. Mo was a respectable boss in the company, and his artists and singers lined up to curry favor, he would inevitably be nagged at home.

"Mo Mo, when will you find me a sister-in-law?"

Peng's mother, Mo Yahan, looked at the tall and burly man in front of her, and sighed silently in her heart.

"Next year."

Mo Mo smiled and rubbed his hands in embarrassment.He is 39 years old this year, and he has talked to many partners, but most of them collapsed halfway, and the remaining small ones collapsed at the beginning.

"It's this sentence again, how many times have you said it, and there is no new reason."

Mo Yahan couldn't help but rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked cautiously, "Mo Mo, are you gay?"

"No, no, I'm a straight steel man!"

Mo Mo waved his hands again and again. He doesn't reject homosexuality, nor does he support it, but he himself is a straight man.

"It's okay, you can bring a boyfriend back, as long as you have a companion, I will help you with your ideological work at home."

Seeing Mo Mo's big actions and demeanor, Mo Yahan insisted even more that Mo Mo was gay, and explained to him in a good voice.

"really not."

"Okay, I know you don't want to come out, so bring him back when you think about it, everyone in the family can understand."

Mo Mo's rebuttals became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell silent. He wailed in his heart, even if he jumped into the Yellow River this time, he would not be able to clean himself up.

He is really not gay. He told his family before that he met a beautiful girl when he was young. That girl only spoke a few words to him, but he fell in love with her at first sight. At that time, the mobile phone Communication was still underdeveloped, and the two lost contact after that chance encounter.

He has been looking for it for more than ten years, but the longer the time, the lower the chance of finding her, and his impression of her gradually blurred.Every time his family asked him what that girl looked like, he tried his best, but could only choke out the four words "immortal spirit fluttering".

Later, the family stopped believing him, thinking it was a story he made up because he didn't want to get married.But he really couldn't describe that girl's stunning beauty with words. He felt that his shallow words would tarnish the image of a little fairy in his heart, so he could only use idioms to summarize his first impression of her.