When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

When Ji Chen came back from work, he found that he was the only one in the room, taking off his coat and hanging it aside.

"The white road is gone?"

As soon as I finished speaking, there was a peculiar smell on the tip of my nose, it was very smelly, and I couldn't tell what it felt like.

"Well, go back and make money."

There was a small cardboard box on the table. Fu Yu was holding a stick in one hand and pinching his nose with the other, stuffing the black stuff into his mouth.

Ji Chen frowned: "What are you eating? Why does it taste so strong?"

He walked over with big strides, picked up the box and read the words on it, the smell became stronger the closer he got, Ji Chen immediately put down the things again, and hurried to the window to open the window to diffuse the smell.

"How can I eat stinky tofu so well?"

Fu Yu had disgust on his face, but he kept talking.

"I used to hear people say that stinky tofu smells stinky and tastes good. I can always smell it when I go to the night market. This time I want to try it."

In the end, it still smelled that bad smell, but it tasted really good.

Ji Chen sneezed: "The next time I buy these things, I'll eat outside and come back."

Fu Yu nodded, "I see."

Waiting for Yu to throw the box out after eating, Ji Chen directly threw him into the bathroom.

I didn't let it out until I washed my body until the smell was gone.

Fu Yu rubbed himself next to him and lay down, with one leg on Ji Chen's body.

Ji Chen took the script and tapped him on the head: "Don't make trouble."

After thinking about it, he asked again: "What happened to Bai Lu and Huang Li, did you ask?"

"What's the matter, big star, do you want to make a note about your experience after asking such details?" Fu Yu snorted and put his arm on it now.

"Nonsense again." Ignoring his movements, "Just asking."

"I don't know about this either, I didn't ask for specifics."

There are some things that people want to say and they can listen to, but people don't want to say and don't want to ask.

"I shouldn't have asked."

I didn't talk about this topic anymore.

Ji Chen continued to read the script, while Fu Yu just nestled on the side and swiped his phone.

Seeing the people around him yawn, Ji Chen looked at the time: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Fu Yu threw down the phone and lay down, and tugged at the person next to him: "Don't look at it, let's sleep together."

After hesitating for two seconds, Ji Chen put down the script and turned off the lights.

On one side, the two fell asleep, on the other side, Bai Lu opened the box to sort out his clothes, only to find that there was something inside that did not belong to him.

The things are not very special, and they are packed in a small white plastic bag.

There were two boxes of medicine inside, one box of duloxetine and one box of mianserin.

Bai Lu held the two boxes in his hand, looked at them for a long time and couldn't figure out what they were, but after searching online, he found that both boxes were medicine for depression.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and he pinched the two boxes tightly with his fingers. His previous guess came true, and Master Fu really knew everything.

……

The more you want the days to go slower, the time will swish by.

In a blink of an eye, it is the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May.

When the weather gets hotter, the days on the set are even more difficult.

Ji Chen's life is not going well these days, Fu Yu doesn't know why he's going crazy, what he eats all day is either snail noodles, stinky tofu, or durian.

It's like eating whatever stinks, but every time I have to eat it in the room.

Every time he said that he deserved well, but he continued the next day.

Then he will look like a brat who admits his mistakes but is about to die and does not repent.

As a result, he changed his clothes the next day and went to the set to feel stinky.

For lunch, Xiao Lin came over.

"Brother Shen, why didn't Master Fu come today? Today the crew gave out zongzi."

I heard that there are all kinds of fillings, sweet ones and salted egg yolk meat dumplings. I don't know what kind of fillings he took.

Ji Chen looked at the zongzi in his hand, "Distribute these zongzi to others. Master Fu told you that he will personally make zongzi for you in the afternoon. In the morning, he specifically asked me not to eat it."

Xiao Lin stopped taking out the stitches, "Master Fu didn't come out of the hotel today, is he just making zongzi?"

"Well, we went to the supermarket to buy materials after work yesterday."

Xiao Lin had a bad premonition in his heart. The zongzi made by Master Fu alone...is it edible?

But since Brother Shen opened his mouth, he stopped eating.

Not to mention what Xiao Lin thinks, here at Ji Chen, there is still some expectation for Yu Bao's zongzi.

Fu Yu kept moving his hands, and suddenly covered his mouth and sneezed.

He rubbed his nose, washed his hands, and continued his unfinished "career".

Zongye is the vacuum-packed kind bought in the supermarket, boiled in a pot and taken out.

It looks quite long, but in fact, there are a lot of private goods in the middle, some of which are not usable at all.

Cut the hard stalks, and stack the two leaves together when wrapping.

Bend the zong leaves into a small funnel, pour the soaked glutinous rice into it, Fu Yu looked at the row of fillings in front of him, hesitated for a long time before choosing one to wrap it in.

Everything is perfect, but when it comes to tying the rope, there is a difficulty.

When the bag was finished, it looked like a triangle, but when the rope was wrapped around it, it became a four-dimensional shape. No matter how you adjusted it, it was either loose or deformed.

It took a long time to pay for giving up.

Styling is something that cannot be forced.

Anyway, as long as the stuffing is not exposed and the stuffing is tightly wrapped and cooked, it is the same.

As long as the thinking changes, the matter of making zongzi will become much easier.

2 minute.

So easy!

I missed telling Ji Chen a long time ago when they called it a day, so that he could go down to cook zongzi.

When Ji Chen and Xiao Lin came back, they happened to meet Fu Yu coming out of the hotel restaurant carrying a washbasin.

Xiao Lin hurried over to carry it with him.

After getting on the elevator, he looked down at the contents in the basin and swallowed.

"Master Fu, is this the rice dumpling you made?"

There are all kinds of "ring fat, swallows and thin".

Fu Yu knew the meaning of what he said, and also knew that the zongzi he made didn't look good.

"Yes, don't look at the appearance of this zongzi. It tastes good. I tasted one and it was delicious. The most important thing is that I made it by hand. The filling is absolutely safe, clean and healthy."

Xiao Lin nodded, and moved his nose. There was indeed a smell of zongzi, but there seemed to be some other smell hidden under this fragrance.

Ji Chen took the other side of the basin from Fu Yu's hand, and carried the things back to the room with Xiao Lin on the left and right.

After the three of them had packed up, they sat down in front of the sofa.

Ji Chen took a rice dumpling and wanted to peel it, but Fu Yu snatched it and threw it back into the basin.

"I still have something to say."

He cleared his throat, with a serious and serious expression: "This time I made dumplings, I put colored eggs in them like dumplings, the ones with peanuts, salted egg yolks and fish balls are colored eggs, and there is only one, just look at it." Who ate it."

Speaking generously, he patted 100 yuan on the table.

"Luck."

"Fish balls? Can fish balls be wrapped in rice dumplings?" Xiao Lin withdrew his hand, not daring to take it.

Even the fish balls came out, so what are the rest?

"Why not? I can pack whatever I want and eat."

As he spoke, he handed one to each of them, and raised his hand to signal them to eat.

Ji Chen didn't dislike it, picked it up, peeled it off and took a bite.

The aroma of glutinous rice with zong leaves is mixed... the taste of durian fills the mouth, and at the same time, the exclusive smell also permeates the room.

Ji Chen: "..."

Xiaolin: "..."

What is this thing?Zongzi with durian filling?

Xiao Lin's hands began to tremble, and under Fu Yu's friendly gaze, he peeled off and bit his mouth.

This time I almost cried, he is more pitiful than his brother Shen, half a piece of black stinky tofu is wrapped in white glutinous rice...

Seeing that the two of them ate, Fu Yu was in a good mood and took out one and peeled it off, biting down, and a few transparent vermicelli came out, snail vermicelli...