The actor gnawed the grass beside the nest

The air was good in the morning, and I slept soundly last night. Luo Miao was in a good mood, humming a song while making breakfast: "If I had a fairy stick, I would become bigger, smaller and prettier..."

"I wanted to say it before, do you like this song so much? The phone rings like this too."

Song Yingdi heard the familiar tune of "Tinker Bell" as soon as he entered the kitchen. Luo Miao often hummed it, which made him brainwashed, and the single played several times in his brain from time to time.

Song Daying, whose brain was filled with yellow waste, really wanted to tell his little assistant, "Big and small" or something, only children can sing it without thinking about it. A healthy adult man like him hears these four songs in the early morning. A word, only think of something that shouldn't be thought...

"Brother, you're up, it's early!" Luo Miao turned her head, with a bright smile on her face, "I like Tinkerbell, so I like this song by the way."

Song Shengze yawned and raked his hair casually: "Why do you like that fat blue man?"

Luo Miao turned back and continued to work: "Just... it will help the little friends who are being bullied, save the little friends, and slap bad classmates in the face, it will be very powerful."

"Is this great?" Song Shengze likes to sleep late, he is obviously still sleepy, his eyelids are a bit heavy, and he asked casually.

"Yeah." Luo Miao responded softly, "This is very powerful..."

"Because human beings have a herd mentality, most people will not choose to stand by the person who is being bullied alone. It can ignore other people's attitudes and become the only one who reaches out to help. It's amazing..."

Song Shengze slowly opened his eyes, staring at Luo Miao's back in a daze.

It's inexplicable, what the little brat said just now made him feel a little distressed...

Song Shengze asked subconsciously: "Have you...been bullied?" So I feel the same way?

He obviously saw the movements of Luo Miao's hands pause, and then a clear voice sounded: "No, brother Ze, it's just a cartoon."

Is it……

Then why are you reacting so strangely?

Does this... have something to do with your fear of the camera?

Song Shengze had a lot to ask, but seeing the little assistant's slightly thin back, he still didn't ask.

Now is not the time to ask. For Miaomiao, even what he has encountered in the past has passed, and what he should face is the future.

If you need to untie this knot, you can only take it step by step slowly. If you press too hard and ask too urgently, it may have the opposite effect, so don't rush...

Song Shengze swallowed all the questions, and changed the subject: "What are you doing?"

He poked his neck over Luo Miao's shoulders to see the boy's busy breakfast—white and fat pasta shaped like little ingots.

"Wontons, shepherd's purse, dried bean curd and sesame spice stuffing, it's delicious."

Holding the square wonton wrapper, Luo Miao dug a spoonful of fillings and put it in the center, folded and pinched it with her pretty fingers, and a chubby wonton was ready.

Song Shengze looked greedy. He had tasted this kind of wonton in a restaurant outside, but he had never eaten it freshly made by his family. Of course, with his family background, it was impossible for his parents to cook by himself, and the nanny did it for convenience. After making a request, naturally he would not take the initiative to make such a troublesome thing for him to eat.

Luo Miao moves very quickly, and can wrap one in a few seconds. He chatted with Song Shengze while doing it: "Today we are filming a morning scene, and the interval between breakfast and lunch is long. If you eat this, it has less starch and lower calories, and you are still full. It just doesn't I know if it suits your taste..."

Song Shengze watched intently and didn't answer.

Luo Miao turned her head subconsciously, but Song Shengze was looking at him wrapping wontons with his neck. When he turned his head, his lips brushed Song Yingdi's cheek so hard that he couldn't die, and the two of them were stunned.

This movement was very fast, and they didn't feel anything, but both of them seemed to hear a thunderbolt above their heads, and the sight of both of them experiencing calamity...

The wonton just wrapped in Luo Miao's hand "gulu" rolled down on the chopping board.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !Luo Miao screamed in her heart.

Why, why is there such an old-fashioned situation!What kind of bloody plot development is this? !

At this moment, he really hoped that it was just him dreaming, or Song Shengze's dream was fine too!so embarrassing...

Would Brother Ze think he did it on purpose?Stealing a kiss from a male god or something...

It's over, it's over, he's over...

Luo Miao's lips were numb, and her brain had already shut down, like a dead fish.

Song Shengze reached out and touched the place on his face that was just touched, it was still a little warm...

In fact, he really didn't wake up, and he was stunned for a moment before he realized that the one that rubbed against him just now seemed to be Luo Miao's lips. However, before he had time to smack and feel something, the little boy quickly moved away Yes, it left him a little unsatisfied...

Song Daying, who debuted for eight years, is extraordinary in his ability to manage facial expressions. He can keep his face from blushing even when his heart is beating wildly. In short, he has a thick skin.

After being rubbed, he still thought it was quite beautiful, but when he turned around, the little assistant was blushing, looking desperate as if he wanted to dig a hole into the ground.

Such a big reaction, he is really a child, very cute...

Song Yingdi licked his lower lip, took care of his little assistant's cheeky face, and thought he was considerate: "Just now... was it a good morning kiss?"

"No, no, I'm sorry! Brother Ze, I, I didn't do it on purpose! I really didn't!" Luo Miao's hands were mixed together. If the wonton just rolled down in time, he would definitely be pinched by him now. It's a mess.

Just as Song Shengze was about to say something to appease him, something hard pressed against his spine.

"My baby got up early in the morning to make breakfast for you, and you still scolded him, it's outrageous!"

The landlady's old woman entered the kitchen at some point, probably because she didn't see what happened before, but saw the legendary movie star cornering the little assistant, and the poor little assistant looked like he was about to cry. He poked Song Shengze with a cane to complain for Luo Miao.

The flour in Luo Miao's hand was not good enough to go forward to help the old lady, so she quickly waved her hand and said, "No, grandma, you misunderstood..."

Song Shengze turned around to support the old lady, and said with a smile: "Yes, grandma, you misunderstood, Miaomiao is so cute, how could I be willing to discipline him?" After speaking, he still did not forget to wink at Luo Miao: "Miaomiao ,Am I right?"

Luo Miao's face was hot, but she hurriedly answered, "Grandma, brother Ze is very good to me, don't worry."

He pointed to the "white fat ingots" on the chopping board: "The wontons will be ready in a while, grandma will eat with us? Try my handicraft."

Recently they lived in a small courtyard. Although the crew paid for it, Luo Miao always felt that bothering the elderly was too much. I took the initiative to repair the leaking roof.

The old lady was full of praise for this good-looking, warm-hearted and kind-hearted young assistant. In comparison, the tall and cold Song Dayingdi was not so cute.

She is usually bored at home, and has watched a lot of soap operas. She secretly made up a story about a bad boss bullying a small employee, so she just arbitrarily thought that the little girl Luo Miao must have been bullied by the big capitalist boss Song Yingdi , I was sure it wasn't right now, so I snorted and put down my crutches.

Luo Miao continued to make wontons. In the short time, the crowd of onlookers was +2. Song Yingdi and the old lady didn't go out, and stood in a very harmonious line to watch him make breakfast.

Well...you just have to be happy...

Luo Miao neatly threw the wontons into the big pot to cook, and took out three bowls to make soup. Put the cooked big wontons into the light brown soup, drip a few drops of sesame oil, shred the egg skin and float on it. Sprinkle a little dried shrimp on top of the soup and throw in a handful of chopped green onion. The hot soup combines all the flavors, and the fragrance is lingering. Just smelling it makes people swallow.

Sitting in the courtyard, the three dined together.

When the old lady was young, she was born as a lady. Just from this old house and small courtyard, you can see her former beauty. She is quite particular about her food. Compared with her, Song Yingdi's food is not as expensive as her.

She first took a spoonful of the soup and sipped it, then took a small bite of the wonton and chewed it carefully, then slowly opened her eyes, which had been hard to keep open.

The old lady asked: "Son, your vegetarian stuffing is very good. This is not a common handicraft. Did someone instruct you?"

Song Shengze swallowed two wontons, and his stomach was warm. He raised his eyelids and looked at Luo Miao calmly.

That's right, the brat is so skilled, why didn't he think that he might be trained?

It is reasonable to say that he has never eaten anything delicious, but the little boy can be said to have taken him down for the first meal after entering the house. If the first step to grab a man's heart is to grab a man's stomach, then the little boy The boy is definitely a thief!

But he never thought about where Luo Miao's cooking skills came from. After graduating from high school, Luo Miao started working as an assistant to Xue Ziyu, so it didn't make sense to have time to learn cooking alone.

It was even more impossible when he was in high school. Kunpeng showed him Luo Miao's resume. Luo Miao used to study in a key high school with an enrollment rate of over 95%. The kid just became the tail of the 5%. That high school is closed, and it is absolutely impossible to have time to go out to learn cooking during the study period.

Such a powerful ability can't be born, right?

There are so many things that people can't figure out about this little boy...

Luo Miao was expecting to praise, but when asked by the old lady, her expression froze a little, she buried her head to eat as if to cover up something, and said vaguely: "Ah, I'm not that professional, I was taught by my family... ..."

The little assistant's uncomfortable expression completely fell into Song Yingdi's eyes.

The hand holding the spoon tightened, and Song Shengze stared down at the hot wonton soup.

He had discovered before that children seemed to seldom mention family members, and the section on family relations on their resumes was also left blank.

A face like Luo Miao's is the most important object of protection in ordinary people. Even if it is a son, he is so good-looking that parents usually pay close attention to it.

Song Shengze asked himself to be able to keep himself clean for so many years, thanks to the strict education in his family, he was not allowed to do many things that crossed the line. However, Luo Miao graduated from high school and came out alone, and his family ignored him for so long. , I have never seen him call home to report his safety or something.

It's very wrong...

Everyone has their own concerns, and the meal is quiet, only the old lady and Luo Miao exchange cooking experience from time to time, Song Shengze is thinking about Luo Miao's affairs and eats, and doesn't talk much.

Song Dayingdi was actually very upset in his heart. It felt like a brat who thought he was well-raised, but one day he suddenly found out that he had a lot of secrets, and he kept many things from him.

What he kept from the truth was considered a private matter, and he didn't want to ask too many questions. This feeling of wanting to do his best but being unable to do so made him even more upset and irritable.

Song Dayingdi was in a bad mood, so much so that he really wanted to "bully" the little thing that made him feel bad.

Luo Miao packed up the bowls and chopsticks, and when she greeted her actor to go to the filming location, a small stick was stuffed into her hand.

"What is this?" Luo Miao was at a loss.

Song Shengze smiled, "Lip balm."

"I know." Luo Miao turned the little stick in his hand, "Do you want me to hold it for you?"

The corners of Song Shengze's lips curled up: "No, I gave it to you."

He stepped forward and rubbed the little assistant's hair: "I found out during the good morning kiss, the kid's lips are a bit dry."

Hearing this, Luo Miao immediately pursed her lips into a line, so that she couldn't see any redness, but her cheeks and ear pinnas slowly turned red.

Can Brother Ze be better? !Isn't this a new chapter, why did it come up again! ! !

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