Did Zhou Jing retire today?

@你的大大兄儿: Talking about the universe, we plan to invite Xu Ze and Zhou Jing.

——Are my two favorite handsome guys of the rich and colorful department going to collaborate? [Looking forward to]

——If you don't believe in melons, the invitations are all hooligans.

——I beg, it is enough for idols to collapse their houses, why do I have to collapse one after another as a book fan?Wouldn't it be nice for the paper man to let him live in Two-dimensional?Do you have to be a real person to turn into a ruined fantasy?

——Who will play the male lead?Looks pretty much in line with the original.

——I think Xu Ze is more suitable to play the male lead. Isn't the original novel about Wang Kun's face as a good girl?

——If you choose between the two, I will choose Zhou Jing, at least with good acting skills.

—— Zhou Jing is good at acting?Fang Wai acted like a facial paralyzed, fans must pay attention to the basics, right?Are people really blind?

——Ten Singularity male novels, at least nine male protagonists are more beautiful than women, and the remaining one will transform [狗头]

——As long as the acting skills are good, the production should be better, the original strategy of court, the color should not be too gaudy [please]

——It’s really a hot dog!Why don't you find serious actors and have to find these idols to act?The meaning of sticking to the face is not just to look at the face!Acting is also very important!

——The lead actor plans to invite two male actors?Interesting [eat melon]

After the filming of "The House" ended, Zhou Jing bid farewell to Ran Ying, the director and producer, and other crew members, and returned to Beijing happily. The first thing she faced was to move.

Fortunately, people have money, so it's nothing to do with money, not to mention that he and Tang Jue have dozens of staff members, moving house is just a piece of cake.

But the staff only need to move the things to their new home, and they have to clean up by themselves.

"Fortunately... there is no furniture... or anything, otherwise... you will be exhausted... What is in it! Why is it so heavy!" Zhou Jing dragged a cardboard box in the cloakroom of the master bedroom, dragging Halfway through, I lost my strength and couldn't help but yelled.

"What, what?" Tang Jue walked into the cloakroom with a few books. Seeing that Zhou Jing was out of breath, he quickly put the books aside and leaned forward, "Let me see...they are all clothes." Ah... ah! Below are the books..."

Seeing Tang Jue take out a book as thick as a brick, Zhou Jing was furious: "Why did you put clothes in the book box! What are you thinking!"

"Just...seeing that the box is not full, so..." Tang Jue put down the book, and picked up the pile of clothes on top of the book flatteringly, "I'll do this, I'll clean it up, you should rest for a while, huh?"

Zhou Jing gave him a blank look, and snatched the pile of clothes from him: "Let me do it, don't fold it randomly, these clothes are quite expensive, if there are marks, it depends on how you wear them!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked the cardboard box on the ground again: "Take out the book!"

Tang Jue chuckled, leaned over to pick up the cardboard box, exerted strength on his waist and abdomen... then silently changed from hugging to pushing.Zhou Jing watched him push the cardboard box out of the cloakroom, couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, and then smiled helplessly and sweetly.

It only took one morning to move, but it took until ten o'clock in the evening to clean up the house. During this period, the two of them ate some housewarming gifts from the staff, and they didn't have the energy to cook.

After finally tidying up the mess, Zhou Jing didn't want to move anymore, spread out on the sofa in the living room and waved his hands: "I won't do it... I'll talk about the rest later... Why are there so many things... I used to move I'm not so tired..."

"After all, there are two people, and the sundries have doubled." Tang Jue half-lyed beside Zhou Jing, turned his head to look around, and became more and more satisfied as he looked, "It doesn't look like a model room anymore. "

"Really?" Zhou Jing lifted his head and looked around, "Well, indeed, it's too big, but it still feels a little empty."

"It's okay, aren't parents going to come over to start the stove tomorrow? There will be more people to add popularity to the house, so it won't be so empty."

"Well... Sister Cheng, Shen Shubai, and the others are coming too... ah!" Zhou Jing suddenly bounced up while talking, "Start the stove!"

"What's wrong?" Tang Jue was taken aback by Zhou Jing's actions, and asked hastily.

"Start the stove! No, I have to cook something. What do you want to eat? Forget it, just order a bowl of noodles." Before Tang Jue could answer, Zhou Jing put on his slippers and walked to the kitchen. Tang Jue hurriedly followed go up.

"What's the matter?"

"Didn't we not want our parents to help move, because we were afraid of tiring them, so we moved here a day earlier?" Zhou Jing took out a milk pot, poured a pot of water on the stove, and took out a frying pan and two Eggs, ready to make an omelet.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Tang Jue asked while sitting on the high chair opposite the island platform, watching him skillfully beat eggs with one hand.

"My mother specifically told me that it is okay to start the stove at any time after moving, but it must be started on the day of moving, otherwise the omen is bad."

Seeing Zhou Jing saying "omen" with a sense of age in a serious manner, Tang Jue thought it was funny, but also felt that he was so serious and cute, so he couldn't help teasing him: "Then start the stove and do it." An fried egg noodle? Isn’t it too confusing?”

Zhou Jing glared at him: "Just start the fire. You're so tired and you still want me to make a full banquet? And I haven't been home for a long time, so I can eat a bite of dried noodles before the expiration date. The eggs are the local eggs that Da Cao sent today. !"

"I'm still worried, they send so much food, when can we finish eating?"

"The two of us should have been in Beijing in the last month, and we only went out for a day or two. We could still eat the eggs and leg of lamb that were given away. What about the pastries? I can't bear the weight if I eat it openly."

"Who asked them to deliver the food?"

"Who else? Isn't it you? You said you have everything at home." Zhou Jing glared at Tang Jue, poured a few spoonfuls of boiling water from the milk pot into the frying pan where the eggs were fried, and then He grabbed the vermicelli and threw it into the milk pot.The two pots, one on the left and the other on the right, are operated at the same time, but they are not at all fussy, but have a calm aesthetic feeling.

Tang Jue sniffed the smell of fried eggs in the air, watched Zhou Jing's flowing movements, felt soft in his heart, but said unforgivingly: "It's not that you said that the decoration style of the home is fixed, and if the decorations are not suitable It can only be stored in the storage room to hold the ash, so I asked them to deliver food, at least the food is easy to handle."

"It's not good to waste..." Zhou Jing put the lid on the milk pot, turned off the fire of the fried egg soup, thought for a while and said, "If it's not possible, let my parents take it home tomorrow, and I can eat it myself and give it to friends It’s okay, it’s better than wasting it.”

"It's fine, but let it be raw. I also served Xiao Chen, and I actually gave away a whole leg of lamb. If the refrigerator is not big enough, I don't know how to stuff it."

"Satisfy you, at least this leg of lamb is cut." Zhou Jing shook his head funny, turned around and took a sea bowl, poured the fried egg soup into it, and then picked up the noodles from the milk pot and put them into the soup. Finally, add salt to taste, and a bowl of steaming, fragrant fried egg noodles is ready.

Zhou Jing took a sip of the soup, curled her lips in distaste: "Let's just let it go, without onion and ginger, it's less flavorful."

Tang Jue was so hungry that he heard the words and walked around the island: "Let me try it...it's very good! The saltiness is right, the soup is delicious, and your requirements are too high."

"It's still almost there. It would be great if there were green vegetables. Add some green vegetables and some tomatoes, it will taste better."

"I think it's already delicious, the fried egg is still a runny egg! My wife, you are amazing!"

The two stood in front of the island, each with a pair of chopsticks, and shared a bowl of fried egg noodles made by the new home. The huge kitchen was gradually filled with whispers.