Yu Qinghuan reposted Zhao Qingyuan's Weibo and replied with an ellipsis. Thanks to Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Qinghuan's blank Weibo account already has hundreds of thousands of fans. As soon as this Weibo post was published, it received many enthusiastic messages from the public.
"Hey, I finally posted on Weibo! Even though it's just an ellipsis."
"Hahahahaha Qinghuan is so calm, while Brother Dayuan is so angry that he's jumping up and down."
"Very good man, you have successfully caught my attention."
"I really want to know who this Qing Huan is."
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Just as netizens were discussing this, the blogger who had previously posted photos of Yu Qinghuan suddenly posted another Weibo post:
San Sanniang’s Sailor Uniform: Ah, this Yu Qinghuan’s name is exactly the same as that of Junior Brother! The style is also very similar to that of Junior Brother. I calculated with my fingers, could it be...
This blogger was on the hot search a few days ago. He is currently at the peak of his popularity. As soon as this Weibo post was published, it immediately caused a sensation.
"So this Yu Qinghuan is the school uniform boy of Huada University?"
"Oh my god! I didn't recognize my husband! Go pay attention!"
"My husband is so handsome, why is he so low-key?! Why not use a photo of himself as a profile picture? What the hell is a blank picture!"
"Ah!! I'm a fan of Dayuan! But now I'm so jealous of him, I also want Qinghuan to set up an automatic reply for me!"
"Wake up upstairs, it's night time now, it's not a good time to daydream!"
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Because of this Weibo post, the onlookers immediately confirmed Yu Qinghuan's identity. Then many of Yu Qinghuan’s schoolmates revealed his academic performance and awards in school, which immediately caused a lot of exclamations.
In the nationally ranked top-ranked Huazhong University, he always got first place in the final exams for four years and received national scholarships every time. Not only that, he also won so many trophies from other competitions that they could kill people. He is simply not a human being!
The public's interest in Yu Qinghuan was unprecedentedly high. In just one afternoon, his Weibo followers increased to one million, making him comparable to a small internet celebrity.
Yu Qinghuan was simply stunned. He had clearly made his character the most boring one possible and didn't even post any photos or anything, so why were so many people paying attention to him! It's totally unscientific!
He threw his phone away in frustration. He now only hoped that these people were just curious about him and would unfollow him in a few days.
A burst of urgent vibration interrupted his thoughts. Yu Qinghuan picked up the phone and saw that it was Zhao Qingyuan. He guessed that he couldn't bear it for much longer.
"Yu Qinghuan!" Zhao Qingyuan roared angrily on the other end of the phone, "You finally answered my call!?"
"You only called me once?" Yu Qinghuan replied calmly and turned on the TV. The screen happened to be showing an interview with Zhao Qingyuan.
Among a bunch of excited and screaming fans, Zhao Qingyuan's expressionless handsome face was particularly eye-catching. If you didn't know, you would really think he was this asexual style.
"That's not important!" Zhao Qingyuan was choked by him and shouted angrily: "Why are you kidding me!" We agreed to gossip and chat together! All good friends are liars!
Yu Qinghuan was silent for a moment, then said: "I didn't expect you hadn't noticed it for so long." The other party kept replying with the same content, even the punctuation marks were not wrong. Wouldn't a normal person react immediately after a few words?
How stupid is Zhao Qingyuan to chat with the automatic reply for an entire afternoon!
Zhao Qingyuan: "..."
He knew that Qinghuan disliked him! You keep calling him stupid or something like that, do you think he can't hear it?
However, he didn't dare to argue with Yu Qinghuan, so he could only hum and whine, "It's all your fault anyway, otherwise how could I be embarrassed on Weibo! My fans even said that my image has collapsed! You have to apologize to me!"
Yu Qinghuan: "..."
Yu Qinghuan: "If you don't post the screenshots on Weibo, your image will be ruined."
Zhao Qingyuan: “!!!”
It seems to be like this... No! This is not the point now! But Qinghuan wants to apologize to him!
"Anyway, you are the source of this matter!"
"Okay, then how do you want me to apologize? Treat you to a meal?" Yu Qinghuan didn't plan to continue to pester Zhao Qingyuan, whose IQ was only that of a five-year-old.
"There are so many people who want to treat me to a meal." Zhao Qingyuan snorted, rolled his eyes, and thought of an idea, "You have to do it yourself to show your sincerity."
As a typical rich second generation, in Zhao Qingyuan's impression, there are very few people in this world who can cook, and he doesn't believe that it is not difficult for Yu Qinghuan.
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Yu Qinghuan agreed without any hesitation, which made Zhao Qingyuan stunned for a moment. "I'm telling you, you can't buy it from outside, and you can't ask others to help you. You have to do it yourself."
"I know." Yu Qinghuan turned on the sun flask, went over to warm his hands and asked, "So what do you like to eat? Grilled ribs are okay?" Yu Qinghuan's two biggest hobbies are cooking.
Perhaps it was because his parents passed away early, and although the villagers gave him the greatest care, he still felt insecure. Only by staying in the kitchen, watching the empty refrigerator being filled by himself, and then using these ingredients to make one delicious dish after another, can he feel at ease.
He was very talented in cooking, but unfortunately he didn't make many friends in his previous life. In order to maintain his figure, he couldn't eat much, so his great cooking skills were wasted.
To be honest, Zhao Qingyuan's request actually made him very happy. After all, it was a very happy thing to have someone looking forward to and tasting the things he made.
"That's great." Zhao Qingyuan swallowed a big mouthful of saliva. In order to film "Life and Death Line", he has been dieting for a month. Let alone smelling meat, now he starts drooling when he hears the word meat!
"Then we'll meet on the set tomorrow." Yu Qinghuan said, and was about to hang up the phone, but was stopped by Zhao Qingyuan, "Wait! What time will you arrive? I'll pick you up at the door."
Pick him up? I'm afraid it's the ribs. Yu Qinghuan didn't expose him and replied, "Around eight o'clock."
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
Yu Qinghuan had already filled the refrigerator a few days ago. Now he didn't have to go out to buy ingredients. It was the first time for Yu Qinghuan to cook after his rebirth, and he felt a little excited.
Cut the best ribs into cubes of the same size, marinate them with seasoning, place them on a baking tray, put them in the oven and start baking. Then use honey, lemon juice, soy sauce and cooking wine to make barbecue sauce. When the ribs in the oven are sizzling, use a brush to brush a layer of sauce on them, then turn them over and continue baking.
In the small but tidy kitchen, the oven exudes warm light, which shines on Yu Qinghuan's handsome face, making her look particularly cozy.
He turned on the oven, and in an instant, the unique and overbearing aroma of barbecue spread throughout the kitchen. The ribs were roasted to perfection, plump, juicy and rosy in color. Just looking at them was enough to make people drool.
The only imperfection is that it's too much.
However, there are so many people in the crew, and we can't just not give it to anyone except Zhao Qingyuan. So it seems that this amount is acceptable.
Yu Qinghuan found an insulated lunch box, put the ribs neatly in it, and took it to the set early the next morning.
Yu Xin had not returned from Taoxiang yet, probably because the terms had not been negotiated yet. Therefore, when Yu Qinghuan joined the crew, there was only one person. Compared with the other actors who were surrounded by people, he looked like a poor person who had accidentally entered a rich area. He looked very miserable.
Zhao Qingyuan, who had been waiting at the door since early in the morning, saw Yu Qinghuan at first sight. For some reason, he wanted to ask about the grilled ribs first, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into, "Why are you alone? Where's your agent? After all, this is your first play, why didn't he come to see you off?"
I hope he is not being bullied at the company.
When he thought of this possibility, Zhao Qingyuan's eyes immediately became unfriendly.
Seeing what he was thinking, Yu Qinghuan felt a little warm in her heart. She handed him the insulated lunch box and walked in with him. "My agent is out doing something for me. He's been out for the past few days."
"I told you, how could you be so bad at this?" Zhao Qingyuan smiled and put his arm around Yu Qinghuan's shoulder, quickening his pace. "Come on, come on, I specially asked someone to bring a microwave oven here yesterday."
Yu Qinghuan twitched his lips. In order to eat a meal of grilled ribs, he specially bought a microwave oven. This was indeed the style of the rich second generation.
It was the coldest time of the year. Although the food in the lunch box was not frozen, Yu Qinghuan brought a lot and was afraid that it would not be heated enough, so he adjusted the timer to eight minutes. But Zhao Qingyuan was impatient, and after five minutes of heating, he could not wait any longer, so he turned on the microwave and took out the grilled ribs despite the heat.
A strong fragrance instantly hit his face. The greedy Zhao Qingyuan swallowed hard, picked up a piece of ribs with two fingers and put it into his mouth.
The unique aroma of barbecue exploded on the tip of his tongue and then spread to his entire mouth. Zhao Qingyuan gasped because of the heat, but he was still reluctant to spit out the food in his mouth. Before he finished one piece, he reached out for the second piece and gave Yu Qinghuan a thumbs up, "Hiss... so, so delicious!"
"What smells so good?" A rough voice suddenly came from behind. Liu Jia'an walked over with his nose stretched out. Seeing the lunch box in Zhao Qingyuan's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Where did you get the grilled ribs? Quick! Bring them to me to taste!"
Their crew was in a remote location, and there wasn't even a bird nearby, let alone a restaurant! Liu Jiaan had been so hungry that his pants were tight. When he saw the meat, he didn't care about anything else. He rushed over and snatched the lunch box.
Zhao Qingyuan's eyes turned red with distress, "This is what Qinghuan made for me!"
"You are so stingy. If you want to eat, ask Qinghuan to make it for you." Liu Jiaan dodged Zhao Qingyuan's hand and stuffed two pieces of ribs into his mouth.
"Enough, enough!" Zhao Qingyuan's heart sank. Just as he was about to get more of his rations back, a large group of people with green eyes came running towards him.
"What did Lao Liu eat? Come on! Give me some!"
"Meat! Meat! Order it quickly, Lao Liu can't eat alone!"
"This smells so good! I can smell it from a distance! Give me a piece!"
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Counselors, screenwriters, producers... a group of hungry wolves swarmed in, and by the time Zhao Qingyuan came to his senses, the lunch box was empty.
Looking at the empty lunch box with a gloomy gaze, Zhao Qingyuan swept his cold eyes over those who were scrambling for food one by one. Everyone felt embarrassed by his gaze and then they realized that they were snatching the movie emperor's things.
They all laughed and ran away, leaving Zhao Qingyuan looking at the empty lunch box with a sad face, feeling cold all over.
Seeing his aggrieved look, Yu Qinghuan softened his heart all of a sudden. He was about to walk up to him and tell him that he could cook for him next time, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He turned around and saw an old man with a full beard staring at him like a wolf seeing meat. "Are you Yu Qinghuan? If you cook two more meals for me, I will write a special script for you, okay?"
It is Zeng Peirong, the legendary golden screenwriter who has the toughest bones, the weirdest temper, and who refuses to write exclusive scripts for stars no matter how much money he is offered!
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
Can two meals change the script written by Zeng Peirong himself? He must be dreaming!
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