An arbitrary door [entertainment circle]

"Preparing to participate in the Liangpi competition."

"What is Liangpi? Who do you want to compete with?"

Chu Muxian patiently explained Liangpi, a Shaanxi delicacy, and then explained a recent popular food competition on Douyin.

She opened Douyin and found a few videos, filming some production methods. Although it was only a few minutes, he saw the difficulty.

"It seems difficult."

"It's definitely a bit difficult, but it's boring at home, so it's better to find something to do."

"need my help?"

Chu Muxian blinked his eyes, and some bad idea came to his mind, "I need it so much."

Then, Quan Zhilong regretted it.

She commanded, he followed suit, and in the end it was her who posed for the photo. During the process of washing his face, Quan Zhilong was so tired that he almost vomited blood.

So it turned out to be such a help?

After the Liangpi is made, the seasoning ratio with technical content is left.

From the day Chu Muxian knew how to cook, he didn't have any concept of how many grams of salt and sugar, but based on his feeling.

There is nothing wrong with her feeling, and the taste is exceptionally good.

He gave Quan Zhilong a big bowl of Liangpi, "Try it quickly."

He has eaten very few Chinese delicacies, and with the idea of ​​giving it a try, after the first bite, it was really delicious!

"What did you put in, it's delicious."

Chu Muxian fiddled with his mobile phone, superimposed all the short videos he posed, and then made a complete small video and posted it on the Internet. "Eat more if it tastes good, if it's not enough, you can pack it."

"What are you doing?"

Chu Muxian said without blushing, "Misappropriating the fruits of your labor, let everyone think I did it."

Quan Zhilong: "..."

"Just let me hear it, okay?"

"What are you afraid of, I will make it up to you."

Quan Zhilong swallowed, "What do you want to compensate me for?"

Chu Muxian pointed to the small half-basin of Liangpi beside him, "I'll give it all to you, don't thank me too much."

Quan Zhilong laughed dumbly, "I can't eat so much at all."

"That's right, you celebrities don't eat much, unlike us ordinary people, who eat when they eat, and when they get fat..." She easily pinched the swimming ring on her stomach, and her expression was in a dazed state for a moment.

Quan Zhilong was stunned for a moment, and immediately put down his chopsticks, "What's wrong?"

"I seem to be getting fat."

In contrast, in the photo with my even mother, she really gained a lot of weight.

But in that case, he would never say it.

"It's okay, you're not a celebrity either, you look good even if you're fat."

After that, Chu Muxian's mood dropped a lot, and he didn't even eat much cold noodle.

In the end, Quan Zhilong really took the small half of the pot home, and happened to be seen by the aunt who came to deliver the kimchi, and heard that it was the Liangpi made by Chu Muxian, so she even took the pot away.

"My mother, save some for me!"

"Can't you see that Ah Xian did more for me and your dad?"

Quan Zhilong: "..." I can't tell.

"I didn't expect Ah Xian to be so virtuous. You should cherish her little girl in the future."

At night, when Quan Zhilong was thinking about how to comfort her, Chu Muxian sent a message on his WeChat.

[Tomorrow's Bun Baking Contest, will you come? 】

Quan Zhilong: "???"

【Aren't you losing weight yet? 】

[No more weight loss, why lose weight?In this epidemic, whoever is not fat by [-] or [-] catties shows that whose food is not good.I am fat and I am proud. I will lose weight after the epidemic is over. Anyway, I don’t have a bad brother now, so body management doesn’t matter. 】

Seeing Chu Muxian's reply, Quan Zhilong was heartbroken again.

Why does the girl he likes like his younger brother?

I turned on the camera and looked at myself, in fact... I was quite young.

I took a few incomprehensible photos, and a selfie without a face,

Seeing the fans' rainbow farts, I feel that the low mood after being stimulated by Ah Xian just now has been healed, and even revived with full blood.

Reply to her immediately, 【Okay, what time tomorrow? 】

【Afternoon! 】

【Go to bed early, your waist needs rest. 】

Chu Muxian hurriedly replied good night, and then lay down on the bed to play games. The games developed by his younger brother's company were not very good at playing before. The epidemic was boring at home, so he picked it up again. After playing for a few days, he was very interested of.

Occasionally, when she turned on the mic, after being scolded by a primary school student as a weak chicken, she vowed to beat that brat to the death, and went online to seek abuse when she had nothing to do in the past two days.

"Auntie, you didn't bring your reading glasses, so you can't hit the enemy?"

Chu Muxian took a deep breath, "Boy, don't be too complacent, I'm not proficient."

"Okay, you are old, you have the final say. I am going to fly, I will take you to fly when I have time!"

"What are you pulling, who took it with you. You are not allowed to leave, if you have the ability, we will be one-on-one."

"I don't want it. Auntie, your skills are so bad."

Chu Muxian didn't come up in one breath, and almost rolled his eyes.

Now the stinky brother is not cute at all.

Chu Muxian failed to keep the other party, so he could only hold his breath and go to sleep.

I swear that Muyu is back, let him deal with that brat, and see if he dares to be arrogant in the future?

When Quan Zhilong came, he happened to catch up with Chu Muxian to feed Pupu.

She hissed silently first, and he glanced at the mobile phone on the tripod. Although he didn't know what she was doing, he sat down at random to make sure he didn't disturb her.

Soon, Quan Zhilong discovered one thing. When Chu Muxian was holding the meat to feed Pupu, she might be in the wrong posture. She would adjust her position from time to time, and occasionally she frowned in pain.

It wasn't until the recording was over that she slowly straightened her back.

Quan Zhilong stepped forward to help her, "Does your back hurt?"

"Yes, I just maintained a posture for too long."

"What do you record a video of eating something?"

Chu Muxian endured the pain and asked, "Do you know that there is such a profession as eating and broadcasting?"

Quan Zhilong: "...I thought it was eaten by humans."

"Of course there are also dogs that eat and broadcast!"

"So, Pupu is still an internet celebrity dog?"

"Of course, although we don't have as many fans as you, we, Pupu and Little Short Legs, are also sitting on... Forget it, let's not mention that number."

"What is Weibo?"

"Weibo is all in Chinese, and it's not convenient for you to read it. You can take a look at the ins, and I will send you the account number later."

"They still have ins?" Quan Zhilong found the accounts of Pupu and Xiaoshuanglegs, and took a look at the number of fans. He was shocked by the number of fans of 255 million. This traffic is equivalent to that of a second- and third-tier star in Korea.

"I've never brushed them yet?"

"It's normal if you don't get it, I don't show my face."

"You watch their videos slowly, and I'm going to record them for Little Short Legs." If you don't submit the video today, Da Zhuang will have the heart to kill him.

"I'll help you!"

Chu Muxian looked at the red heart tattoo on his right arm, "Your tattoo is too conspicuous, so forget it!"

"...A lot of fans have tattoos of the same style as mine, so it can't be that all the ones with this tattoo are Quan Zhilong?" Well, he might have misunderstood her a little before.

"It makes sense!"

"Unless you don't want to bake buns tonight?"

"I bought all the mutton, so how can I not bake the buns?" Chu Muxian said seriously, "You are right, I have to get enough energy to make baked buns at night. I'm going to serve the little short legs now." Shi, you watch their videos first."

Quan Zhilong really watched the video. Sure enough, in every video, there is only the super decompressed sound of the dog eating meat and gnawing bones. The owner of the dog has nothing but a hand, even the voice of the talking is post-processed. of.

Chu Muxian prepared the food and told him which one to put first and what to put last. It is best to pause for two seconds after each one is put down, so that it is convenient to add text later.

In the last step, she attached a microphone to the little short leg, which can amplify its bone-gnawing sound.

"Now we can begin."

Quan Zhilong just put the things on the plate on another plate, so it's not too difficult. Besides, it's a different person to feed today. The little short legs are more interested, and they will look at him from time to time, and shake them diligently. Wagging his tail, that little expression seemed to be asking for praise.

Chu Muxian tried his best to avoid the tattoos that occasionally stretched out his arms.

After the two videos were recorded, she sent them to Da Zhuang and Xiao Nuo, emphatically reminding them that if the video of the short legs captured the picture of the arm, it must be cut out.

Da Zhuang and Xiao Nuo looked dazed, watched the video first, and saw the occasional red heart tattoo on the screen.

Da Zhuang's eyes lit up, and he sent a message in the small group.

[When did Miss Xian get the same tattoo as my male god? 】

Chu Muxian had a bad feeling, [male god? 】

Then the next message from Xiao Nuo came into view. [His male god is the most powerful dragon!I still remember that when he was in college, he was very obsessed with power and dragons. He got several tattoos of the same style, and was forced by his mother to have them washed. 】

Da Zhuang: [It's all my youth, my memories! 】

Chu Muxian glanced silently at Quan Zhilong who was fighting for a teething stick with his son, which was quite unbelievable.

【What do you like about your male god? 】

【Talent!He's so handsome. 】

Chu Muxian silently glanced at Quan Zhilong again, now he stopped grabbing the toothbrush and started fighting with Gouzi, forgive her for not understanding his talent and handsomeness.

[Da Zhuang, go and see your eyes, treat them as soon as possible while you can. 】

Da Zhuang: [? ? ? 】

[Sister Xian, that hand is not yours, it looks like a man's hand, lean on it! ! !Are you hiding a man at home? 】

Chu Muxian: [Don't talk nonsense, that's my sister.I recently fell and hurt my waist, so he helped me record the video. 】

【he? 】

[Jibi is a high imitation of Quan Zhilong, so if you see similar tattoos in the video in the future, don't doubt his fan attributes. 】

Quan Zhilong, who was tagged as a genuine copy, didn't know all of this, and asked, "Ah Xian, when shall we bake the buns?"

"immediately."

Chu Muxian put away his mobile phone, "I'm going to prepare minced meat."

"Where is the delicacy of baked buns?"

"From Xinjiang, do you eat mutton stuffing?"

"I'm not picky about food."

"That's good, I'll take some steamed stuffed buns back after I leave today."

Speaking of this, Quan Zhilong was particularly aggrieved, "Yesterday's Liangpi was taken away by my mother, and I didn't even have to eat it."

"Then you have to eat more today, and you can take the rest back to your even mother."

Quan Zhilong lowered his eyelids slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes, "My mother will definitely like it very much."

Seeing him smile, Chu Muxian didn't understand, if he likes it, he likes it, why is he smiling so ripplingly?