Fall in love on the scumbag variety show

The smile in Shen Sihou's eyes grew stronger. He stared at Wang Ye who walked to the sink with vegetables and stood next to Dong Luo, who was tall and burly. .

Wang Ye whispered to Dong Luo, "You like time very much, don't you?"

Ding Dong——The stainless steel basin Dong Luo was carrying fell on the floor, and Wang Ye squatted down to clean it up, "What are you afraid of, if you like it, you like it."

Dong Luoyingwu's face actually started to turn red, Wang Ye sighed, it's so fresh, two idiots bump into each other.

"I..." Dong Luo stammered, "The show crew doesn't allow dating."

Wang Ye asked: "When you were in school, you were not allowed to fall in love. Haven't you talked about it?"

Dong Luo nodded seriously.

Wang Ye was speechless.

Dong Luo looked at Time with a pair of sincere eyes, and his eyes fell on Shen Sihou again. Thinking of Shen Sihou wiping his sweat thoughtfully for Time, he lowered his deep voice, "He deserves better."

"I'll scare him." Dong Luo picked up the cold water from the sink and splashed it on his face, trying to wake up his feverish brain.

"Better?" Wang Ye asked back: "Who? Chen Sihou?"

Dong Luo said solemnly: "Mr. Shen is handsome and has a gentle temper. No one will dislike him."

Wang Ye was not convinced, "He is a central air conditioner, are you really willing to give him time?"

Dong Luo didn't speak, struggling inwardly.

"I'll let you see his real face." Wang Ye walked back carrying the washed cabbage.

Shen Sihou mixed the water in the kettle into the noodles, and kneaded the noodles at once. He clearly felt Wang Ye's gaze, but he acted as if he didn't know anything, and waited for the prey to come to his door bit by bit.

Dangdang—the kitchen knife chopping the chopping board made a burst of noise, and from time to time there were a few short inhalation sounds in his ears. Shen Sihou raised his head and saw Wang Ye covering his red eyes with one hand, and a teardrop fell on the ground like a broken thread. chopping board.

Shen Sihou wiped his palms and walked to Wang Ye's side, suddenly felt discomfort in his eyes, even the air beside him was filled with tear gas molecules.

"Do you need to apply cold water?" Shen Sihou squeezed Wang Ye's chin to check carefully, and after confirming that there were no other problems, he saw that the diced green onion on the chopping board was the culprit.

Wang Ye was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes, he shook his head, instead of avoiding Shen Sihou's palm, he felt rather comfortable.

Shen Sihou gently wiped away the physiological tears at the end of Wang Ye's eyes, staring at his beautiful peach eyes with abnormal redness, Shen Sihou was dazed, and then stuck to his ear and said: "Dong Luo and time watching you."

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes and smiled dryly, "I just want him to see that you are like this to everyone. Time told me that he has a good impression of Dong Luo. You'd better not disturb others and break up the couple. It will shorten your life."

Shen Sihou raised his eyebrows, "Oh, that doesn't sound like someone who cheats on hot searches said."

"It's good to know, that's just slander." After Wang Ye's eyes were relieved, he mixed the minced green onion, minced pork, and dried shrimps, and stirred them clockwise with chopsticks, "Don't you think the two of them are really pure and beautiful together? Well, don’t make trouble, just change your target.”

Shen Sihou was puzzled: "Are you persuading me?"

Wang Ye said: "The two of them are one of the few innocent men in our program group."

"I'm not the one who is interested in time." Shen Sihou narrowed his eyes and stared at him, "So you are telling the producer now, are there any guests in the program group who violated the rules?"

Wang Ye pursed his lips, momentarily at a loss for words.

Shen Sihou started to untie the apron amusedly, "Help me untie the bow, and I'll consider what you said."

Wang Ye asked back, "Aren't you going to help make dumplings?"

Shen Sihou stared at the sticky lump of minced meat, Wang Ye tilted his head to block his sight, blinked his reddish eyes and pretended to be a pitiful dog's eyes, "You won't let me pack so many people to eat by myself. Dumplings?"

Faced with his aggressive demands, Shen Sihou said, "Since you like being a teacher so much, then you can teach me the next job."

"Of course there is no problem." Wang Ye took out the dough that Shen Sihou had kneaded, "You have to roll out the dough first, and I will wrap it."

Shen Sihou nodded, staring at Wang Ye as he pulled the dough into pieces, took out the rolling pin and handed it to himself.

Shen Sihou's slender fingers held the rolling pin, Wang Ye grabbed his wrist logically, Shen Sihou gave him a sideways glance, Wang Ye taught seriously, took out a small piece of dough, grabbed his other hand and pressed it on the dough On the table, he muttered: "You flatten it first, then roll it into a dough with thinner edges and a slightly thicker center. I will do the rest of the work."

Covering the back of his hand with warm palms, Shen Sihou stared at Wang Ye holding his hand and rolling the dough, and said in a strange way, "It seems to be more troublesome than I imagined."

"What?" Wang Ye raised his head in confusion, "Of course it's troublesome to make dumplings, but when you eat them, you will feel very satisfied. Besides, there is no way to know the fillings wrapped in ordinary dough until they are cooked. What is it like, there is a feeling of mystery and surprise.”

Shen Sihou nodded, and murmured in a deep voice: "Indeed, you can only know what it tastes like when you eat it."

Wang Ye did not hear the voice of Shen Sihou's words, and focused on teaching.

The overlapping posture of the two of them seemed too ambiguous in the shot. The photographer wanted to remind them that they were out of position, but was stopped by a colleague, "What do you know, the audience likes to watch this now, don't worry about it."

Another photographer retorted: "But what we are shooting is the memoir of a scumbag, not the 33 days of the honeymoon."

Shen Sihou noticed that the garnet bracelet on Wang Ye's hand was stained with flour, "Aren't you going to take it off?"

Wang Ye asked back, "Why do you want to pick it?"

Shen Sihou began to think that this kind of bracelet was a luck stone for studying horoscope, but Wang Ye obviously didn't understand that jewelry can reflect a person's character, and this bracelet seemed to have great significance to him, so he said calmly: "If the food is dirty , will greatly affect appetite."

Wang Ye patted the flour on his hands, and complained: "It's so hypocritical, I have washed it thoroughly before cooking, don't worry."

Shen Sihou watched Wang Ye neatly unscrew the lace of the dumpling, and put it in front of him to show off, "How about it, isn't it good?"

"Brother Ye Sheng, let me teach you how to pack?"

Shen Sihou lowered his eyes, rolling his dough leisurely, "Is this how you usually fall in love with girls?"

Wang Ye was confused by his question, "What's wrong?"

Shen Sihou commented: "Old-fashioned."

Wang Ye almost crushed the dumpling in his hand, thinking silently in his heart that he is a producer and cannot offend him, he is a producer and cannot offend him...

Rows of dumplings were placed in the pot, and Shen Sihou stood in front of the pot, holding a spoon in his hand, staring at the dumplings rolling in the boiling water, as if treating a lover with tenderness.

Wang Ye shook his head, looking in amazement, with an image of an anti-scum expert who sees through but can't explain it.

Shen Sihou frowned slightly, looking thoughtful, Wang Ye poured the stewed ginger syrup into bowls, wiped the soup on his hands, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Sihou remained silent.

Wang Ye leaned over and stared dumbfounded at the dumpling wrappers floating in the pot. The fillings were all over the pot, and there wasn't a whole dumpling.Seeing that Shen Sihou was silent, Wang Ye patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "It's really good to do this for the first time."

He took the spoon in Shen Sihou's hand and took out an object that could only be said to be a dumpling. He blew on the cooling air and savored it carefully, "Well, at least it tastes good."

Shen Sihou snorted coldly, and walked away indifferently, he didn't need comfort, failure was failure.

"Where is the problem?" Wang Ye turned around, and saw that Shen Sihou's apron had been taken off by him and placed beside the cabinet, and no one was there. "Why is this man so unpredictable? Is he angry? "

"It's cute to be angry about such a small thing."

Shi Shi raised his head and asked, "Brother Ye, what are you talking about?"