Chapter 250: Both Characters Collapse
Shen Jingmo ignored Zhou Qingli and went straight into the kitchen, leaving Zhou Qingli alone and embarrassed.
[Isn't Zhou Qingli ashamed? The movie star is obviously avoiding suspicion, yet he still keeps sticking to her.]
【If I knew it was embarrassing, I would have stopped recording long ago. 】
In the kitchen, Song Zhiwei, who had never cooked millet porridge before, washed the rice and began to add water hesitantly.
Song Zhiwei put nearly half a basin of water in a bowl of millet porridge.
"It seems like I put too much." Song Zhiwei murmured and scooped out some water with a bowl.
Just when Song Zhiwei was struggling over whether to call the old man for help, Shen Jingmo came in from outside. He had to admit that Shen Jingmo was indeed better at cooking than himself.
In order to let his sister eat millet porridge, Song Zhiwei awkwardly asked Shen Jingmo for help, "Shen Jingmo, how much water should be put in a bowl of millet to cook it?
"One to ten ratio."
The water and rice were already in the pot, and Song Zhiwei couldn't measure it at all. "Isn't this too much water?"
Shen Jingmo took a closer look and said, "There's a bit too much water. Just scoop out two more bowls."
Chen Jingmo went around to the other side of the stove to help Song Zhiwei light the fire.
[For a bowl of millet porridge, the top streamer almost filled half the pot with water. I didn't know and thought he was going to raise fish in the pot.]
[The way the top star asks for help from Chen Jingmo is so cute, as if he is being forced to do so.]
[Top star, go home and learn cooking from Director Song, or you'll have to hand Sister Song over to someone else to take care of you.]
Chen Jingmo suggested, "The director's team has some eggs ready. Go borrow two and cook two wine lees poached eggs for Yuanyuan."
"Oh." Song Zhiwei did not refute. He followed Shen Jingmo's words and went to the director team to ask for two eggs.
Song Zhiwei was even more unfamiliar with the dish of wine lees fried eggs.
Song Zhiwei picked up another pot and put in a ladle of water. "What should I do?"
"Let me do it, you go light the fire." Chen Jingmo took out a small jar of fermented glutinous rice from the small refrigerator.
Song Zhiwei automatically gave up his seat and came to the earthen stove to light the fire. Shen Jingmo did not forget to remind him, "Slow down the fire."
"I'm not stupid." Song Zhiwei muttered, put down the large piece of wood he picked up silently, and stared at the fire in the stove as if nothing had happened.
After the two of them were done, they did not forget to make a cup of cold medicine and send it to Song Zhiyuan.
After a day of work, the members were already exhausted. After dinner, they had no energy to continue playing and went back to their rooms early to rest.
Shen Jingmo was holding a tray, and Song Zhiwei was standing in front of the door. He knocked on the door a few times, "Sister, are you asleep?"
A moment later, Song Zhiyuan came to open the door wearing slippers and a cloak. His hair was messy from sleep, his face was slightly pale, and he looked listless. "Why are you two here together?"
Song Zhiyuan automatically made way for the two people to enter.
"Sis, since you didn't eat much at night, I made some food for you."
"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Song Zhiwei raised his hand and touched Song Zhiyuan's forehead.
"It's still a little hot to the touch. Sister, drink this cold medicine first." Song Zhiwei placed the cold medicine that Chen Jingmo had placed on the table in front of Song Zhiyuan.
"Don't worry, I'll eat something first and then take the medicine." Song Zhiyuan sat down on the sofa.
Song Zhiwei quickly stepped forward, placed the millet porridge next to Song Zhiyuan, and put the spoon into the bowl. "Sister, I made this especially for you. You probably don't have any taste in your mouth right now, so I put a little bit of sugar in it."
[My actor deserves at least half of the credit for the millet porridge. How could the top star be so shameless as to monopolize it all?]
[The top star had to ask the director for the eggs. If the top star was a little more shameless, he would probably even claim to have made the eggs himself.]
"Don't stand here stupidly, two of you. Sit down and rest for a while." Song Zhiyuan moved to the side to make room for two people.
Song Zhiwei took the first seat next to Song Zhiyuan, leaving the edge seat for Shen Jingmo. "You sit aside. My sister is sick. It would be bad if she infected you."
"It's better for me to exercise regularly, so I'm not afraid of being infected." Shen Jingmo dragged the wooden chair around to the other side and sat next to Song Zhiyuan, sandwiching Song Zhiyuan in the middle.
Song Zhiyuan looked at the two of them helplessly.
The two A-level guys in front of their fans are so childish when they get together.
After participating in a variety show, both of their personalities collapsed.
Song Zhiyuan didn't have much of an appetite, but she didn't want to waste the meal that the two of them had worked hard to prepare all night, so she drank half a bowl of millet porridge and ate a poached egg.
"Sister, do you want to eat something more?" Song Zhiwei advised cautiously.
"I can't eat anymore." After Song Zhiyuan finished the medicine, his eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. "It's getting late. You two should go back and rest early."
"Yuanyuan, you should go to bed early." Chen Jingmo took the initiative to clean up the dishes and pulled Song Zhiwei out of the room.
After seeing the two off, Song Zhiyuan locked the door. Not having the energy to deal with work matters, she went straight to bed to rest.
The continuous rain not only showed no signs of stopping, but it was getting heavier.
Today's tentative recording project had to be suspended because it could not be carried out in the rain. After the staff notified everyone, the guests who had already gotten up immediately went back to catch up on their sleep.
Only Song Zhiwei and Shen Jingmo did not continue to catch up on their sleep.
Shen Jingmo went to the kitchen.
Song Zhiwei rubbed his sleepy eyes and went upstairs to Song Zhiyuan's room.
Song Zhiwei tiptoed to the bedside and asked, "Sister, are you feeling better today?"
Song Zhiwei raised his hand and touched his sister's forehead, which was still slightly hot.
"Much better. Please help me get the computer." Song Zhiyuan sat cross-legged on the bed, wrapped in a blanket.
Outside the window beside the bed, it was raining heavily. The rain hitting the glass window had a hypnotic effect.
After Song Zhiwei took the computer on the desk and gave it to his sister, he quietly left the room and went to the kitchen.
Song Zhiwei remembered that when he was a child, he was sick and his grandfather's housekeeper gave him a folk remedy that was very effective.
Song Zhiwei called the housekeeper and specifically asked for the folk remedy tutorial.
When Song Zhiwei entered the kitchen, he found that Shen Jingmo was already there, stewing pork rib soup on a small stove.
Song Zhiwei ignored Shen Jingmo and walked to the side to boil water, then added cracked pepper and green onions and simmered them over low heat.
[Is this thing made by the top star really drinkable? Why does it look like a dark dish? Isn't this a plot to murder Sister Song?]
[I'm also from Linjiang, and I've never heard of this folk remedy. I usually take medicine when I have a cold or something like that.]
[I can prove that this is indeed a Linjiang folk recipe. Only some elderly people know about it. My grandmother gave it to me when I was a child. It was extremely unpalatable.]
If Director Song knew about this, he would definitely be beaten for giving Sister Song something so unpalatable, considering his family status.
After boiling the soup for more than ten minutes, Song Zhiwei skimmed off the soup into a bowl and sent it to Song Zhiyuan's room.
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