What are you looking at, why don't you sleep with me?

Zhou Ye has never learned how to cook in a systematic way, and he has to figure out his skills after moving out of the house.For a bachelor who lives alone, the craftsmanship naturally cannot be expected to be high, but after the entrance, the taste is still acceptable.

Zhou Ye has been eating for so many years, although he occasionally feels that there is still room for improvement in his craftsmanship, but he is too lazy and has no time, so forget it.

What if, in the future, the partner is a culinary expert?

However, since Jiang Quanxi broke into his private space unexpectedly, he observed silently for a while, and then let go of this thought.

Jiang Quanxi sat at the dining table in the living room, facing Zhou Ye.Zhou Ye's restaurant is very small, just next to the TV cabinet, less than four square meters in total.However, the layout is quite thoughtful.The log-color dining table for four has deck-style seats on one side and dining chairs on the other side. There are three storage shelves on the left side of the dining table against the wall, and some well-cared-for green plants are placed on them.

Jiang Quanxi hooked the fallen leaves of the green radish with his hands, Zhou Ye glanced at him, and put the cooked dishes on the plate one by one.A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beautiful colors, this is the first dish Zhou Ye learned, simple and delicious, followed by a plate of vacuum sauced beef heated in the microwave, a large bowl of seaweed egg soup, because I made it myself Yes, the seaweed and eggs are particularly generous.

A bowl of steamed rice was served in front of Jiang Quanxi. Jiang Quanxi was very hungry, so he quickly picked up the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, and took a bite of the rice.

"Delicious!" Jiang Quanxi gave Zhou Ye a thumbs up while chewing.

Zhou Ye is funny, the sauced beef is bought, of course it is delicious.Online sales are among the best, okay? If you want to buy it, you have to go to SF Express, double the shipping fee.

Jiang Quanxi originally planned to pick on Zhou Ye's cooking problems, but after he finished his two bowls of rice and the food was almost finished, he was too embarrassed to pick on Zhou Ye.

It's all eaten up, isn't it delicious?If it's delicious, don't you have to swallow the plate.

Jiang Quanxi was depressed.

Could it be that this world doesn't even give him a chance to eat barbecue?

Zhou Ye didn't intend him to spoil him, ordered him to clean up the dishes, walked to the sofa by himself, picked up the desk book that Jiang Quanxi had neglected, and put it under the standing lamp next to the sofa to read.

In normal work, Zhou Ye is responsible for reading testimonies, judgments, etc., and he finished reading the script of more than ten pages of pure dialogue when Jiang Quanxi came out of the kitchen and shook his wet hands to find tissues everywhere.

He beckoned Jiang Quanxi to sit beside him, and when Jiang Quanxi sat down, he handed him the tissue.

Jiang Quanxi saw how serious he was, and felt sorry for him. He wiped the paper towels with trepidation, then sat up straight with his back straight, and sat next to Zhou Ye, like a primary school student whose homework was being checked by the teacher.

"Where did you recite?" Zhou Ye asked him.

Jiang Quanxi stretched his head over, and with his hand, turned the script two pages forward, pointed at the first page and looked at him innocently: "There are too many words."

Zhou Ye: "..." If you say you don't recite it, you really don't recite it. I respect you for being a man.

"How do you usually memorize?" Zhou Ye asked him about his habit of memorizing. Individuals have their own habits. It's not just that you just copy your own method, you have to teach according to your aptitude.

Jiang Quanxi scratched his chin with his hands, looked at the ceiling and said, "emmmmmmm"

"Come on, I'm mentally prepared."

Jiang Quanxi thought this is what you said, he looked at Zhou Ye with a particularly sincere look and said:

"Just recite sentence by sentence."

Zhou Ye: "...All right. Then let's take a look—"

Zhou Ye explained to him his purpose of participating in this column, the style of the two hosts who responded to him, and the script after his assistant communicated with the TV station. Why did he answer this way.What risks are avoided by these answers, and how do they satisfy the curiosity of the audience while having their own personality.

Memorizing anything, if you want to improve efficiency, rote memorization is the slowest and easiest to forget.Only when you understand why it is written like this, and you understand it, and form a logical relationship in your mind, can you get twice the result with half the effort.

Jiang Quanxi listened to Zhou Ye's explanation, and immediately admired Zhou Ye in various ways: "You are so amazing, Ajie seems to have said similar things to me before, but I forgot after listening to it..."

So, your manager is a strong man. If you were my subordinate, I would definitely let you know what social beating is.

However, since Jiang Quanxi is not his subordinate, this trouble should be left to Wu Changjie.

"Okay, I understand. I will divide you into three parts. In the first part, you must focus on memorizing these three questions as a template for answering. The second part is that. If you forget even these three questions , then memorize the key words, isn’t it difficult? I drew ten key words for you, and you can remember them very well in 3 minutes.”

Just memorize three questions and key words, this Jiang Quanxi can do, he enthusiastically put the key parts drawn by Zhou Ye under the desk lamp and memorized them.

Zhou Ye asked him to endorse the book obediently, don't be distracted, and went to the kitchen to look at Jiang Quanxi's cleaning results.

Jiang Quanxi felt that Zhou Ye had obsessive-compulsive disorder. For example, things in the house were arranged in an orderly manner. Zhou Ye did not deny that it was probably an occupational disease, and it was difficult to tolerate things that were out of order.However, when I entered the kitchen, I saw that the dishes and chopsticks were well placed, and the table next to the sink was wiped clean.

Zhou Ye thought of the sofa in Jiang Quanxi's house that he had messed up, shook his head and smiled, he looked very self-willed, but in fact he still paid attention to other people's needs.

Why is it so attractive?Zhou Ye thought to himself.

He cut a plate of fruit and went out. Jiang Quanxi was still reciting the script seriously. The bright light hit Jiang Quanxi's hair, making his hair strands distinct. The shadow of his hair fell on his face inaccurately. A silhouette with nice lines was printed on the desk paper.

Zhou Ye looked at the kitchen door for a while, then walked over and put the fruit on the cabinet next to Jiang Quanxi.

"Do you want me to be the host to ask questions, and you to recite?"

"Okay, okay." Jiang Quanxi immediately raised his voice.

Zhou Ye sat on the single sofa next to him, took the script in his hands, and asked questions one by one from beginning to end.

Jiang Quanxi could answer some questions smoothly, especially the first few pages, but he couldn't do it later, and Zhou Ye needed to remind him.

Zhou Ye followed good advice, if he didn't know how to do it, he would show it to him, and when he saw it, he would take it back and move on.The second time, Zhou Ye started to ask questions, and Jiang Quanxi became confused again. Zhou Ye did not show him this time, but guided him in the method, thought of key words, and set a template again.

Jiang Quanxi did as he did, and his years of star experience were not in vain, and he added some of his own insights into it.

For example, the host asked: "Quanxi, your new album is very popular, have you ever thought that you will win this year's Golden Melody Award?"

The template answer is: "I have confidence, but it's up to fate whether I win the award or not. But the album sells well, I still have to thank my fans and friends for their support."

So steady.

Jiang Quanxi himself said: "Golden Melody Award? I have won it a long time ago. Next time, I wonder if the judges can stop asking Mr. Liu to report my name. His accent is too strong. Last time the camera suddenly pointed at me. Me, I just found out that Teacher Liu called me by my name on stage."

Zhou Ye was amused by his answer, and even thought in his heart, when he has time tomorrow, he will see what happened to Jiang Quanxi when he won the prize last time.

Zhou Ye also knew the Mr. Liu he was talking about. He was a well-known singing artist in China. He usually didn't feel it when he sang, but when he spoke, he had a strong accent.

With Zhou Ye's help, Jiang Quanxi felt that the efficiency of his endorsement had greatly increased, and he was immediately full of confidence, and he finished the script before ten o'clock.

Ten o'clock was already Zhou Ye's usual time to go to bed, but seeing Jiang Quanxi not feeling sleepy at all, he felt bad.

Sure enough, Jiang Quanxi threw the script aside, raised his lethal face, looked at him with bright eyes and said:

"Zhou Ye, you eat so much at night, don't you want to digest?"

It has been more than two hours since we finished eating, what kind of food should we eat.Besides, do I eat too much?You have a lot of dissatisfaction with me!

Zhou Ye was very calm and didn't fall into the trap: "No, I digest well."

Jiang Quanxi continued to work hard, and looked at Zhou Ye eagerly: "I haven't been out of the house for almost three days. It's so late now, let's go out for a walk."

Take a walk, little brother, if you go out at midnight, fans will recognize you by your hair, and you are now involved in this scandal, how can the paparazzi let you go.

Zhou Ye still shook his head: "No."

Jiang Quanxi lowered his eyelashes in disappointment. Zhou Ye looked at him, feeling as if he saw a puppy who heard it was raining and couldn't go out for a walk. He didn't even raise his tail.

Weird.

Zhou Ye stretched out his hand and smoothed his hair: "I heard your song playing in the convenience store downstairs today. The manager of the cake shop across the street is probably your loyal fan. He plays your album on a loop every day. It's only a few steps away. Seeing your face on the billboard at the bus stop..."

Jiang Quanxi was still depressed, and his ears drooped.

Seeing his dejected appearance, Zhou Ye suddenly became unsteady.He let out a long sigh, and said in his heart, he was really stumped.

"Okay, do you really want to go out?"

Jiang Quanxi raised his head abruptly, his ears pricked up vigilantly: "Yeah, I'm not sleepy now, we can go to the supermarket, I wear a mask and never speak!"

"Hungry again?"

Jiang Quanxi nodded hesitantly, "A little bit, mainly because of boredom."

"Okay, let's go together, I know a supermarket that closes at 11:30."

"Okay——Zhou Ye, you are so kind." Jiang Quanxi cheered, and the whole person became happy.

Seeing him so happy, Zhou Ye felt better himself.He thought to himself: I am not so easy to talk to everyone.

Just saying nice things to you.

fool.