Male Ming sing and his shit shoveling officer

Zhao Kaile stood at the door and watched for a while, thinking about how to speak, when the eldest sister inside saw him first, with a surprised expression on her face.

She smiled a little, and spoke with an accent: "What's the matter, brother? Do you want to use the kitchen?"

"Ah......" Zhao Kaile was caught on the spot, so he had to smile awkwardly: "Yes, is it yours? Can I borrow it?"

The eldest sister said with a smile: "It's not from my house. I came here to cook for my husband. He said there is a small kitchen here that can be used, so I'll come."

Zhao Kaile: "Oh, are you the director's wife?"

"No." The eldest sister lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, and said casually, "My husband quarreled with the director."

Zhao Kaile: "..."

What?Who was arguing with the director? ?Deputy director?Big name entertainer?forget it

"Come in and tell me, it's cold outside." The elder sister said politely, "I'm almost done. There are still rice and noodles here. You can use them directly. Oh, the eggs are in this box, and you can make the rest by yourself." ha."

Not only that, the stove is also equipped with a series of pots and pans and various seasonings, as well as common fruits and vegetables.

Zhao Kaile was really grateful to Dade, and wanted to ask her for a payment code or something to pay, but the eldest sister waved her hand and refused.

"You came to act too?" She said enthusiastically while filling the food box, "Did you wait for a whole day and didn't wait for the filming? Oh, that's how group acting is. It's not easy to be, it's hard work .”

Zhao Kaile was rolling up his sleeves. Hearing this, he finally understood where her sympathy came from, so he could only smile wryly: "I... I'm fine, I'm fine."

The eldest sister bowed to him with a food box: "Remember to turn off the fire when you're done. It doesn't matter if you keep the lights and the door. My sister will deliver the food first."

"Okay! Thank you, sister!" Zhao Kaile nodded again and again, watching her leave with emotion, saying in her heart that it is really good, there is true love in the world.

No one interfered, Zhao Kaile quickly cooked the stomach-nourishing porridge and two stacks of side dishes, and borrowed a food box to pack them up. After cleaning the pot, he went to Zhanhang with the food in his hands.

During the off-duty period, it was too cold outside, Zhan Hangzuan read the script boredly in the car, his thoughts were disturbed by the staff running around outside the car window from time to time, and then he threw the script away irritably.

He covered his face with one hand, took a long breath, and thought to himself, why did it take so long for Zhao Kaile to throw garbage?

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Zhao Kaile opened the car door with a bang, and the cold wind blew in and instantly froze Zhan Hang to death.

"Close the door!" Zhanhang scolded with a ferocious face, "Why did you go?"

Zhao Kaile put the food box on the retractable table as if presenting a treasure, and said with a smile on his face, "General!"

"...I'll cut you down." Zhan Hang's mouth was upright, his nose smelled the smell first, he leaned over to open the lid, and looked at him suspiciously: "You did it?"

Zhao Kaile nodded, brought out everything for him, and urged: "Eat, eat, I will send the bowl back to others after eating."

"It's really yours." Zhanhang couldn't help snorting, took a small sip from the bowl, and commented briefly: "I've made progress, better than your bowl of noodles."

"..." Zhao Kaile said blankly, "Thank you."

"How did you get it?" Zhan Hang asked, "There is a small kitchen next to the garbage collection station?"

Zhao Kaile thought for a while, briefly told Zhan Hang what happened just now, and asked with doubts: "She said her husband quarreled with the director, who is okay to quarrel with the director? The screenwriter?"

Zhanhang almost spit out the porridge when he heard the words, and it took him a while to recover, he couldn't laugh or cry: "That's the producer's wife, thanks to her good temper, I didn't catch you and scold you, did you say thank you to her?"

Knowing the truth, Zhao Kaile said with lingering fear, "I told you..."

He saw that the eldest sister was very kind, spoke with an accent, and was not dressed too exaggeratedly. He thought it was the wife of a grassroots worker, but he didn't expect it to be the wife of the producer! !Damn, I almost offended someone again, but fortunately I didn't reveal my identity, otherwise I made a mistake and implicated Zhanhang...

Zhanhang asked: "Does anyone else use this small kitchen?"

"I didn't see it." Zhao Kaile said honestly.

"Don't borrow it in the future." Zhan Hang said speechlessly: "Now the rumors outside are getting more and more outrageous."

Zhao Kaile held his chin to look at him, and said helplessly: "Well, I wanted to go to the supermarket outside to buy some food and come back, so we won't have to eat boxed lunches every day."

Zhanhang looked up at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhao Kaile looked at him hesitantly, with a blank expression, as if asking what's wrong.

Zhanhang asked: "Who else did you cook for?"

"Zhao Kaiming." As soon as Zhao Kaile mentioned this name, he had endless desire to complain: "He only made instant noodles since he was a child, or he added eggs, intestines, and mustard to the instant noodles... When I was in school, he would eat those messy things outside. When I was on vacation, I would cook and he would eat...Although I can’t do anything amazing, but I can eat it anyway. He had a whim and wanted to make it for me. As a result, the meat was all stuck to the bottom of the pot, and it was all burnt when it was picked up..."

Zhanhang nodded in admiration: "Talent."

Zhao Kaile remembered something, bowed his head and sent a WeChat message to the nurse. After a while, the nurse replied with a photo of Zhao Kaiming eating. It seemed that he was recovering well.

"How is it?" Zhanhang asked.

Zhao Kaile said: "It's fine...... I can eat normally."

Zhanhang: "What preparations does he have next? What about his original job?"

"The boss is very nice, and gave him a long vacation." Zhao Kaile said slowly, "It's a good way to put it like this.....All the wages should be settled by him, and we will talk about the future Well, he said before that he saved money and wanted to open an online store or something... and now it's like this."

Zhanhang hummed, agreeing, after all, Internet celebrities who open online stores and live stream goods can make more money than non-top artists.

After this extra meal, Zhao Kaile hurriedly got out of the car and went back to deliver the bowls and chopsticks. The door was still open and the lights were on, but there was no sign of anyone coming back.

Zhao Kaile quickly washed the dishes and put them back in place. When he went out, he looked around like a thief to see if anyone was paying attention to his actions, and then slowed down and returned to the set as if nothing had happened.

The shooting of the night scene started, the director gave a few instructions to the walkie-talkie, and all the lighting and photography props were in place.

In the first scene, Yu Wenrong was sitting at the table, frowning, looking at something anxiously, and the lights gradually dimmed.After a while, his pupils trembled, he grabbed his hair in pain with one hand, his eyes were reddish, his throat rolled, and he gradually growled.

Everyone present was attracted by his performance, Zhao Kaile's heart tightened, silently thinking about how amazing he is, he is worthy of being the actor, tears really come when he says it!

A few seconds later, a few drops of tears slowly flowed down Yu Wenrong's cheeks. He covered his eyes with one hand, crying and trembling, as sad as if he had lost a loved one in his life.

The director gestured to the photographer, telling him not to pinch the camera, and continued shooting.

Sure enough, Yu Wenrong's state has not passed, he couldn't stop crying, murmured the name of that person, while he was extremely sad, but at the same time, he was severely suppressed by the sense of mission given by his profession. He clenched his fist in one hand, fully interpreting this sense of contradiction.

Zhao Kaile raised his head, Zhanhang was already on standby, his eyes fixed on Yu Wenrong, obviously aroused a little emotion.

The director still hasn't stopped.

Zhan Hang raised his hand and knocked on the door, Yu Wenrong tried his best to restrain his emotions, wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, and said in a hoarse voice: "Come in."

"Report to the company commander." Zhan Hang hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "You..."

"Tell me about you." Yu Wenrong said coldly.

However, when he said this sentence, his voice was not suppressed, and a word was slightly broken, but it was not obvious, at least the two people present had not played yet.

Zhao Kaile was watching nervously, when the director suddenly called out.

"......"

Does it all have to be stuck? ! !

Zhao Kaile thought in disbelief, if the atmosphere is so good, do you still want to get stuck? !It's just one word, wouldn't it be enough to make up the sound later? !

"This sentence is not in the right mood." The director said to the two: "One more thing, and Zhanhang, don't be too tight, you are soldiers in the same regiment in front of people, and master and apprentice in the back. Master, don't look like that."

When he got to the point, he took two steps forward and acted in front of Yu Wenrong.

Zhao Kaile was stunned for a while, and said in his heart that it seems that the director really has a lot of tricks, it's not fake.

Artists were grinding in the arena again and again, assistants and staff wrapped their coats tightly and stood outside the arena to watch. There were already several yawning in the corner, and some small group performers who had waited for a day but didn’t get to play took the time to sit on the chairs I closed my eyes to catch up on sleep, looking bitter.

In the second night scene, Zhan Hang clashed with another recruit played by another young male artist.Yu Wenrong and a colleague passed by, and when they saw this, they came up and gave Zhan Hang a kick. Zhan Hang groaned, and was immediately kicked to the ground. Looking at Yu Wenrong, he seemed very puzzled.

That kick was firmly on Zhan Hang's body, it almost made Zhao Kaile's heart tremble, and shouted Yu Wenrong in his heart, you can't fucking be softer!

The director squinted at Zhanhang's eyes for a while, then got stuck again, and went up to point fingers and signaled: "Zhanhang, your eyes are too sharp, I hate, dissatisfy, and angry with your fellow soldiers, but for your elders, Master , your eyes are wronged, wronged, and then a little bit of hatred. Do you understand?"

Zhanhang stood up and slowed down for a moment, then nodded to show that he understood.

Yu Wenrong went over and asked, "Are you all right, Zhanhang? Did your kick hurt?"

"It's okay." Zhanhang moved the corner of his mouth: "I can bear it."