Chapter 204: Milky Chestnut Pumpkin Paste
Qiu Xiangrong calls himself a "house husband". He likes to cook and likes to delve into it. Whenever he sees his family and friends eating to their heart's content, he feels a great sense of accomplishment.
He didn't know how to say anything polite. When he heard Jing Yujun's praise, the smile on his face never stopped, and he kept urging him to eat more.
Jing Yujun didn't hold back. He ate until his stomach was a little full. He put down his chopsticks reluctantly and sipped the juice in the glass in small sips.
As everyone was eating and chatting, they first talked about the drama he was currently filming.
Tao Ma and her friends didn't go to the filming site, but when they went to the store to buy soy sauce, they heard people talking about how fierce the director was and how he scared the young actress. It was so pitiful.
She came back and told Tao's father and others about it, but when she actually met them in person, Tao's mother thought they must be spreading rumors.
Tao's mother asked Jing Yujun: "When will this drama be broadcast?"
When this drama is broadcast, she will definitely sit in front of the TV every day and watch every episode. She will definitely support it!
Jing Yujun couldn't confirm the broadcast time, so he just gave an approximate time period based on the successful review.
Tao's mother didn't ask any more questions and started talking about other dramas instead: "I really like the drama you filmed about a concubine from the harem becoming a queen mother. When it was broadcast, our whole family stayed in front of the TV..."
I'm talking about the palace fighting drama directed by Meng Huadong.
"Mom," Tao Huayu interrupted her and winked at her, "You remembered it wrong, that was not shot by Director Jing."
Tao's mother looked at Gu Xuelan with a puzzled look, "Isn't it?"
Gu Xuelan smiled and shook her head.
Tao's mother suddenly looked embarrassed: "Then I really remembered it wrong?" After saying that, she looked at Jing Yujun with an apologetic look.
Jing Yujun didn't mind at all, with a gentle smile on his face and a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Strictly speaking, I also participated in the filming."
This sentence instantly aroused everyone's curiosity, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
"Tell me about it, Director." Liu Wangxue urged him.
"I had just graduated from university at that time," Jing Yujun said, "and was called over by my master to help. Oh, my master, the director of that drama, was called Meng Huadong..."
Jing Yujun picked out some interesting stories from the crew and told them to everyone, covering all the major time periods from casting to wrap-up.
His language is straightforward but very infectious, and his words are humorous, just like a stand-up comedy, making everyone laugh out loud.
"Oh, you don't know," Jing Yujun took a sip of juice and continued, "My master is a very strict person. He would scold me whenever he found something he was not satisfied with. He not only scolded the actors, but also the staff around them. As for me, I was a young and ignorant person back then, and I was scolded by him a lot."
"A strict teacher produces excellent students." This is the thought of Tao's father, an older generation.
"That's not necessarily true," Jing Yujun said with a smile, "The master is just the one who brings the apprentice in. What kind of results the apprentice can achieve depends on his or her luck."
Jing Yujun felt that he had been learning from his master Meng Huadong for such a long time, but even though he was nominated for "Best Director", he felt that he had not learned even half of his master's skills.
In the entertainment industry, in the world of fame and fortune, how many people can really succeed purely by relying on their talents in this era? Jing Yujun has always known that if his master had not led him and paved the way for him, he would not have been able to make a name for himself in just a few years.
After dinner, the dishes were put into the kitchen. Gu Xuelan came over to help Tao's father and mother clean them, and asked the young people to sit in the living room and chat.
Tao Huaxin reminded Qiu Xiangrong: "Didn't you also make chestnut pumpkin paste?"
"Oh, yes!" Qiu Xiangrong almost forgot, "Huayu, come with me to the kitchen."
They both brought it all over at once: chestnut and pumpkin paste with milk flavor, made with a blender, served in small cups and kept warm on the stove, now serving as a small dessert after dinner.
"Today's meal only has vegetables and no soup, because I made this." Qiu Xiangrong served them to everyone one by one, "I was so busy chatting that I forgot about it. Come and try it. How is it? Is it delicious?"
"Wow, it's delicious, not sweet or greasy, and very smooth." Liu Wangxue said.
The other three also came over, especially Pengpeng and Xiaoci, their little noses twitching, looking very cute.
Xu Qingsong took out a small plastic spoon from under the coffee table. He didn't know how long it had been there, and the outer packaging was covered in dust.
He wiped it with a tissue, tore off the outer plastic, and handed it to Liu Wangxue: "Feed it with this."
Liu Wangxue took it and pointed at Xu Qingsong and said, "Good boy, say thank you."
Pengpeng understood and immediately made a gesture of saying goodbye. Xu Qingsong held its face and rubbed it: "Why should we be polite to each other!"
Xiao Ci didn't care at all and just kept licking his paws.
Guagua jumped on Liu Wangxue's lap: "Thank you! Thank you!"
Then, as if he was suddenly touched on the "speech point", he started to speak in a series of words: "Eat, eat, say dirty words, I love you, say thank you, Tao Huayu picks pomegranates, Xu Qingsong eats spicy strips, don't say dirty words..."
Several people laughed together. Tao Huaxin fell on the back of the sofa, holding her belly. She was a little pregnant now. Qiu Xiangrong quickly put down the soup bowl and protected her.
Xu Qingsong praised Gua Gua: "Very good, little parrot, you have made progress again and have your own language system!"
Liu Wangxue was laughing so hard that her hands were shaking as she held the soup bowl. Xiaoci was not satisfied. It had licked its paws clean, so why hadn't it been fed the delicious food yet?
He slapped the bird on the head with his paw: "Meow!" Shut up! Don't delay my eating!
Guagua flapped its wings and dodged nimbly, then landed on Jing Yujun's lap. Jing Yujun poured the last of the porridge into his palm and fed it.
Xiao Ci chased the bird away, acted cute towards Liu Wangxue, and called out in a sticky and sweet voice.
Liu Wangxue fed it a spoonful of food first, and then went to feed Pengpeng who was staring at him eagerly.
Tao Huayu said with a sigh: "Great screenwriter, why do I feel like what you are raising is not a pet but a child?"
Liu Wangxue scraped the soup on the wall of the soup bowl into the spoon and fed it to Peng Peng: "He's not a child, he's clearly the ancestor!"
She then talked about peeling a pomegranate and removing the seeds. Everyone was stunned and then burst into laughter. This was too much service! Xu Qingsong held Peng Peng's head and said, "Why can't you make people worry less?"
Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Qiu Xiangrong put all the soup bowls on the tray and prepared to take them back to the kitchen, but suddenly he remembered: "Oh, there are also chestnut cookies, and I also made chestnut cake rolls. I'll bring them all for you to try."
Jing Yujun looked at his back and asked Tao Huayu: "Does your brother-in-law run a bakery?"
(End of this chapter)
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