Chapter 20 Are you keeping a mistress? Open the door...
Fang Xingu felt dizzy for a moment, but quickly came to his senses. Putting aside the fact that the production team wouldn't be that unreliable, there was only his luggage in the room, so it was impossible for two people to share a room.
Jing Yitong, who was outside the balcony, looked around and quickly understood what was going on. He knocked on the glass door of the balcony, beckoned to Fang Xingu, and Fang Xingu opened the door and went out onto the balcony.
The balcony was much larger than he had imagined, even unusually large. Fang Xingu frowned and looked around. He saw that the balcony was connected to two sliding glass doors. He hesitated and said, "So our two rooms share a balcony?"
“It seems so,” Jing Yitong shrugged. “I came out a few seconds earlier than you, and I was so busy looking at the sea that I didn’t even notice the hidden secret on this balcony.”
Fang Xingu looked up and examined the balcony. He noticed some rust on the wall in the middle of the balcony and said, "There used to be a partition here, but it has probably been temporarily removed."
Jing Yitong then realized: "No wonder when Brother Yang gave me the room key earlier, he said that rooms 608 and 609 were a bit special. So that's why."
After saying that, Jing Yitong observed Fang Xingu's expression. Seeing that he still had a cold face and could not tell what his emotions were, Jing Yitong had no choice but to say, "If you mind, you can go and change rooms."
Fang Xingu rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head: "Never mind."
To avoid noise disturbance to other passengers during filming, the production team arranged for the guests to stay in the same room for easy filming. Changing rooms would require moving to a different floor, which would be inconvenient for everyone.
Besides, it's just sharing a balcony with Jing Yitong, it's not a big deal.
Jing Yitong smiled and, seeing Fang Xin rubbing his neck, asked with concern, "Is your neck uncomfortable? I've seen you rubbing it a lot these past two days."
"Huh?" Fang Xingu didn't expect Jing Yitong to notice this detail. He withdrew his hand in surprise. "Oh, the hotel pillows were too high the other day, and my neck was uncomfortable."
Fang Xingu is very particular about his pillow; whenever possible, he always brings his own pillow with him when he goes out.
Before this recording, Fang Xin Gu packed his luggage and found that all his suitcases were bulging and there was no room to put his pillow. After hesitating for a long time, he had no choice but to leave the pillow at home. He hasn't used a pillow to sleep for the past few days and now his neck is sore.
At this point, Jing Yitong suddenly clapped his hands, as if he had remembered something: "Hey, speaking of this..."
"Um?"
"I forgot something very important."
Jing Yitong tapped his head, pulled Fang Xingu into his room, and took out a pillow that Fang Xingu recognized very well from a suitcase.
Fang Xingu's mouth formed an "O" shape as he asked in surprise, "How did my pillow end up with you?"
Jing Yitong chuckled a few times and handed him the pillow: "A few days ago when I went back to Jiangcheng, your grandma said that before you left, you were complaining that you couldn't fit a pillow in your suitcase, and asked if I could bring it for you. Luckily, I still had some space in my suitcase, so I brought it for you."
Fang Xingu stood there, clutching his compressed pillow, his mind blank, but he still managed to grasp a key point: "My grandma knows you came with me to record a show?"
Jing Yitong gasped. Oops, he let it slip.
He forced a smile and explained, "We just happened to talk about it while we were chatting."
Fang Xingu looked at him: "Didn't you say your production team required confidentiality? Only keep it from me, not from her?"
Jing Yitong realized there was no room for argument, so he could only clasp his hands together and humbly plead, "Teacher Fang, please forgive me this time."
Fang Xingu squinted and reprimanded, "You even hid my pillow and only gave it to me now, causing me to have a stiff neck."
Jing Yitong couldn't argue with him, so he simply took action. He turned Fang Xingu's body around and pushed him toward 608, walking behind him while muttering, "I really forgot. I haven't opened this box for the past few days. Please forgive me, sir."
Fang Xingu wasn't angry at all. In fact, taking advantage of the fact that Jing Yitong couldn't see his expression from behind, he even shamelessly raised the corners of his mouth and chuckled for a while: "Okay, even if you had given it to me a few days ago, I wouldn't have had anywhere to put it in my suitcase. I can't just keep carrying it around."
Jing Yitong: "Yes, I've freed up your hands too."
The two crossed the balcony and returned to 608. Fang Xingu opened the compression bag, took out the pillow and shook it a couple of times. The pillow bounced back up when it came into contact with air and became fluffy again. Fang Xingu threw it in the middle of the bed.
Jing Yitong placed the two original pillows into the closet: "I've put these two pillows here."
"good."
Just as the two finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. The two inside were startled and looked at the door in unison. The next moment, Meng Hui's voice rang out through the door: "Xin Gu, are you there? The production crew is coming to record."
The two fell silent, and Fang Xin Gu didn't dare to breathe loudly: The people outside shouldn't have heard Jing Yi Tong's voice just now, right?
Fang Xingu suddenly jumped up from the chair, grabbed Jing Yitong's arm and pushed him toward the balcony. Jing Yitong suppressed his laughter and had to keep his movements quiet. Finally, he thoughtfully closed the balcony door.
Fang Xingu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to open the door for Meng Hui when he suddenly turned around and hurriedly pulled the balcony curtains shut.
After doing all this, Fang Xingu suddenly came to his senses: What's going on? It's as if he and Jing Yitong were doing something shady and clandestine.
He took a deep breath, shook off these meaningless thoughts, and flung open the door.
There were about ten people standing behind the door, including the other five guests. The camera was pointed directly at his room, making Fang Xin Gu feel incredibly fortunate that his little combo of shooing people away, closing the door, and drawing the curtains had been so wise.
Meng Hui pointed to the live streaming camera in his hand: "I'm going to turn on the live streaming camera now."
"OK."
This was their first day on board for their Antarctic exploration, and the production team had naturally arranged a live broadcast. Today's cameraman was Meng Hui. Fang Xingu already knew about this and guessed that the production team would definitely broadcast live when they came to the room to record. Therefore, he calmly raised his hand to greet the viewers in the live broadcast room: "Hello everyone."
The moment Fang Xin appeared in the live stream, the screen was immediately filled with a dense barrage of comments.
Fang Xingu interacted with the audience for a couple of minutes, then stepped aside to let the crew in. Li Wenyu peeked out and asked him, "Are you keeping a mistress? Why are you taking so long to open the door?"
Keeping a mistress in a golden house? It seems that's really the case.
But the thought of equating "Jiao" with Jing Yitong made Fang Xingu feel both shocked and amused, and a suspicious smile appeared on his lips.
He struggled to control his facial muscles and brazenly declared, "I'm packing my luggage."
Luo Da slapped her thigh: "Hey, you're not done packing yet? We wanted to record an unpacking video, which is the theme that Sister Hui wanted to share, about the most special and practical things in your suitcase."
Fang Xingu thought for a moment: "I don't think I brought anything special..."
Fang Xin Gu went through his luggage in his mind, and after a moment he had an idea. He chose one of his suitcases, opened it, and took out a black bag. He didn't know what was inside, but judging from Fang Xin Gu's movements, it must have been heavy.
The others were genuinely curious, and several heads crowded around. Meng Hui didn't forget the viewers in the live stream either, and directly shoved the live stream camera in front of them. The next second, Fang Xingu opened the bag, revealing one can after another of bright red things inside.
Wang Peiyang was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Hot sauce?"
Fang Xin took out these bottles and jars to show them off, and everyone then discovered that there was not only chili sauce, but also rice seasoning sauce, instant noodles, and various side dishes to accompany rice.
The others immediately looked at Fang Xingu with expressions that were hard to describe. Fang Xingu didn't think anything of it at first, but he felt a little embarrassed by their looks. He defended himself, saying, "No matter what else is suffering, you can't let your stomach suffer."
Luo Da looked at the bag of down-to-earth food and sauces, then at Fang Xingu's seemingly otherworldly face, and shook his head: "So you eat this kind of stuff too."
Fang Xin gave him a strange look: What are you saying?
The live stream chat was already buzzing with laughter:
"Haha, this is so life! These are all my favorite foods!"
"I can't do it anymore. Fang Xingu really has been abroad."
"Who can understand the sense of redemption that Ruko felt when she saw this bag of things? [tears]"
Meng Hui said in surprise, "Xin Gu, aren't you from Jiangcheng? You have rather strong tastes. Don't you need to protect your voice?"
“I don’t usually eat much, but I brought these because I thought that only Western food was available on Affogato. It’s okay to eat Western food a few times a day, but I definitely can’t stand eating it for more than ten days in a row.”
Li Wenyu, with her sharp eyes, noticed a small bag of rice in the corner of his luggage and exclaimed in shock, "You didn't need to bring rice, did you? Are you planning to cook for yourself?"
Fang Xingu slammed the bag of rice down in front of her without saying a word: "This little bit isn't even enough to feed the chickens."
Li Wenyu was also speechless: "Then why did you bring it out?"
"you guess."
As the group was discussing, a voice suddenly came from the doorway: "So that's why it's so lively, it's already been recorded. What are you guys talking about?"
It turned out that Jing Yitong, who had just been kicked out, had returned with a vengeance. However, this time he walked through the main gate, and he was much more open about it. He even winked at Fang Xingu in a provocative manner.
Liang wrote: "In discussing the uses of rice, both new and old."
Jing Yitong leaned against the door in a very relaxed posture. However, he was tall and had good manners, so even in such a leisurely manner, he did not appear lazy, but rather had a self-satisfied air of nobility.
He rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment before answering, "In some places, there's a custom that people who travel far away carry a handful of rice from home with them. They say that if they feel unwell due to the change in environment, smelling the rice will make them feel better."
"I've never heard of such an obscure custom. You even know about it?" Rhoda turned to look at Fang Xingu. "Xingu, is that what you mean?"
All eyes fell on Fang Xingu, and he immediately felt uneasy, obediently nodding and admitting, "Yes."
Liang Jiyan speculated: "They're also from Shanghai, right? Since Shanghai is very close to Jiangcheng, they probably have similar customs?"
Just as Jing Yitong was about to explain that his ancestral home was Jiangcheng, he received a sharp glare from Fang Xingu. He immediately shut his mouth and simply nodded and smiled.
But even if he didn't say it, someone else answered for him. Wang Peiyang exclaimed, "Huh? I seem to remember that Brother Jing is from Jiangcheng?"
Fang Xin Gu: ?
Jing Yitong tilted his head to look at Fang Xingu, raising an eyebrow: This time it wasn't me who said it.
Seeing that Fang Xingu and Jing Yitong both had strange expressions, Wang Peiyang paused, a little embarrassed: "Oh, did I remember wrong? Let me check."
After saying that, Wang Peiyang quickly took out his phone to search and hurriedly said apologetically, "Oh right, I remembered wrong. Brother Jing's hometown is Jiangcheng, Lushui District of Jiangcheng... Hmm? Brother Xin Gu is also from Lushui District, right?"
Fang Xin Gu: ...
A note from the author:
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Fang Xin Gu: I've noticed you're a very meticulous person...
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