"Who's calling?"

"Grandpa, it's CCTV calling... They still refuse to give up. Grandpa, how about this, I call back for you?"

"I'll go back and forth. Although I'm not going to play this year, I can't play cards. It's not right for you to go back and forth."

"Um."

Inside a villa.

An old man stood up, staggering a little, and picked up the phone with the help of his granddaughter.

"Hello……"

"Hello, Teacher Zhao."

"Oh, it's Director Li... Good morning, Director Li, hehe."

"Teacher Zhao, are you feeling okay?"

"good."

"Teacher Zhao, I actually want to..."

"Hey, Director Li, I know what you want to say. Actually, let me be honest with you. After participating in the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, I am more sad than anyone else not to participate this year... After all, I have feelings for this stage." Zhao Bengang sighed. "Let's not talk about my current physical condition. In terms of life, I have read and received many scripts this year, but none of them taste right. Director Li, you know, I can't go on stage with these scripts."

"Teacher Zhao, what if there is a good script?"

"If there is a good script..." Zhao Bengang pondered for a while, and finally nodded, "Then I can consider it... This old bone should be able to go on stage again!"

"Okay! Your words are enough!"

“…”

After Zhao Bengang hung up the phone, he sat back on the sofa.

He looked at the bare tree trunks outside the yard.

He felt lonely for a moment.

He indeed did not appear on any stage for a year.

Poor health was certainly one reason, but another reason was that after an operation, when he got the scripts of the sketches he had seen before, he always felt that something was not right, that these scripts did not meet his requirements at all...

That's why he left the stage for a short time.

"Grandpa, are you...really planning to return to the Spring Festival Gala stage?"

“I want to be on stage.”

"Then your body..."

"It has nothing to do with his health. If Director Li can really get a good script, then it won't be a big problem... If not, then... he may really have to bid farewell to this stage completely in the future..."

“…”

The girl looked at her grandfather.

She suddenly fell silent.

Grandpa was on stage all his life.

She knew very well that he would not feel good if he was no longer on stage.

The sun shines in through the window.

A hint of relief appeared on Zhao Bengang's wrinkled face.

Let everything take its course.

About two hours later...

Zhao Bengang's phone rang again.

"Teacher Zhao, please check your mailbox!"

"Mail?"

"Yes! Teacher Zhao, please go and take a look!"

"Yeah, okay."

Li Mingrui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, completely losing his usual calmness.

It was the first time that Zhao Bengang heard Li Mingrui lose his composure like this.

He shook his head.

"Yan, go check what's in my mailbox. Director Li seems very excited."

"Well, okay..."

The granddaughter ran back into the house, then took out her notebook and opened her mailbox.

When she saw three unread emails in Zhao Bengang's mailbox, she was stunned for a moment.

Each of the three emails is a script.

“This… this is…”

"Yan, what's wrong?"

"Grandpa, these are three skit scripts. They are, "Selling Cars," "Selling Crutches," and... um, "Not Short of Money"? "

"It's a skit script that's still making a lot of money after selling it all. Is it because Director Li can't find a good skit now, so he gathered some short guys and picked the tallest one?" Zhao Bengang frowned.

He pursues quality rather than quantity.

No matter how much junk there is, it’s still junk, right?

What's the point of this?

For a moment, he didn't know what to say about Li Mingrui.

"Grandpa, please take a look."

"Yeah, okay... let me take a look first."

Zhao Bengang nonchalantly clicked on a skit called "Selling Cars". When he clicked on it, he was stunned for a moment.

Wang the Big Fraudster?

This is……

He became interested and continued reading...

More than ten minutes later!

“This script is great!”

He suddenly slapped his thigh and his originally calm face became extremely excited.

Then, with this emotion, he clicked on another script of "Selling Crutch".

"Selling Crutch" is set after Selling Car. Although it is full of misleading things, it is actually more interesting than "Selling Car"!

If this skit could really be performed on stage, it would definitely be popular!

There has never been a skit with a similar plot in the Spring Festival Gala over the years!

this……

This script!

This moment...

Zhao Bengang was so excited that he was speechless, and even his hand holding the mouse was shaking.

After watching "Selling Crutch", Zhao Bengang continued to order his last script "Not Short of Money".

Then……

His eyes widened instantly!

My heart is beating faster!

He even felt that his breathing was becoming a little difficult.

What!

Am I dreaming?

this……

This is another good work!

Any one of these three films can be performed well on the Spring Festival Gala.

So here comes the problem.

How should I choose?

Sometimes heaven and hell are just a matter of two hours.

Two hours ago, Zhao Bengang was still lamenting that there were no good works nowadays.

Two hours later.

He was actually worried about what work to choose for the Spring Festival Gala?

This is really...

So dramatic!

"What, wait, am I seeing this correctly?"

"What's wrong?"

"These three works are all signed by Lu Yuan..."

"What? Lu Yuan?"

Poor Zhao Bengang felt his heart unbearable when he saw that the author of the three works was Lu Yuan.

Is this guy a fucking monster?

…

The midday sun shines on the earth.

Although it dispelled some of the chill, Lu Yuan still missed the warmth of the air conditioner.

When will winter leave?

Lu Yuan suddenly missed spring and summer...

At least, it won’t be so cold that it makes people shiver?

Or am I really weak?

A-choo!

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneeze.

Am I catching a cold again? Or is someone scolding me again?

Li Mingrui and Zhou Xianzu drank tea cup by cup, and the taste of the tea seemed to be getting more and more wrong.

But they don't care about these things.

They were waiting for Zhao Bengang's response.

They felt inexplicably uneasy.

Could it be that Teacher Zhao dislikes all three sketches?

should……

Not really?

About half an hour later, Li Mingrui's cell phone rang.

Li Mingrui was startled and quickly answered the phone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then a sudden sigh.

"It seems I have to live at least three more years..."

"Ah... Teacher Zhao... what are you doing..." Li Mingrui was stunned when he heard what Zhao Bengang said.

"You suddenly threw three works at me, isn't that just to let me perform on the Spring Festival Gala for another three years?"

"Teacher Zhao, what you chose this time is..." Li Mingrui suddenly became very surprised!

"Let's choose 'Not Short of Money' first... My granddaughter is more interested in this one..."

"Okay, okay, okay! Okay..." Li Mingrui didn't know how many times he said okay. At this moment, he was extremely excited.

If we invite Teacher Zhao to perform on the Spring Festival Gala, the ratings of this year's Spring Festival Gala will be guaranteed.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Lu Yuan with gratitude.

"Director Li, is it done?"

"Well, it's done!"

"That's good."

"Boss Lu... no matter what, I'll remember this favor. I'll explain the situation to the station..."

"Haha, I'm glad I could help you. By the way, it's noon, so stay for a quick meal." Lu Yuan looked at the time and then stood up.

"How can I feel so embarrassed..."

"Haha, it's okay..." Lu Yuan smiled brightly, then stood up and looked towards the kitchen. "Haha, today's dishes are quite fresh, especially the chicken is so tender... By the way, Director Li, Brother Zhou, how about I make a Bawangbie**"

“…”

“…”

Ba Wang Bi Ji?

What a vivid sounding name.

If it were someone else, then there would indeed be a little bit of longing...

But……

If the target is Lu Yuan, then...

After seeing this scene, the smiles on Zhou Xianzu and Li Mingrui's faces suddenly froze.

Then...

The two of them looked at each other.

"Um... Xiao Lu, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do at the station..."

"Mr. Lu, I suddenly remembered that one of my relatives is in the hospital and I have to go see him. So I'll take my leave now..."

"Um...you two, you..."

"Haha, Xiao Lu, let me try your cooking next time!"

"????"

Lu Yuan watched the two people stand up and suddenly say goodbye. He was stunned for a moment.

"You two... I've made a lot of jokes about my cooking skills before, but people change. After all, you were young and frivolous, right? You two, give me a chance to prove myself?"

"Boss Lu, I really have something to do."

"Xiao Lu, there are a lot of things going on in A Bite of China. Didn't I just get a call? I have to go take care of it... maybe next time. I'll come and try your cooking next time!"

"Okay, maybe next time."

After looking at the two of them, Lu Yuan immediately shook his head.

Why do these two people feel like they are surrounded by enemies?

Lu Yuan had no choice.

"Okay, I'll definitely come next time!"

After Lu Yuan watched the two people leave, he suddenly felt very disappointed.

He didn't have a clear idea in the past, but during this time, he has been working hard.

…

“Woo…delicious!”

"Brother Lu, your craftsmanship is really good..."

"Woo woo woo, delicious, give me another bowl of rice...Brother Lu..."

“Woo, slurp…”

noon.

Wang Hao ate "Ba Wang Bie Ji" with big mouthfuls of rice and looked like he was enjoying it very much.

In less than twenty minutes, most of the chicken cooked by Lu Yuan had been eaten by Wang Hao.

Lu Yuan was quite pleased to see Wang Hao wolfing down the food.

Wang Jinxue sat next to Lu Yuan and picked up a few slices of meat and put them into her bowl and started eating.

"How is it, Jinxue?" Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue with anticipation.

"Not bad. Your skills have indeed improved a lot." Wang Jinxue nodded with a serious expression.

After seeing Wang Jinxue nod, Lu Yuan suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

I feel very comfortable.

He really has no talent for cooking.

However, no matter how untalented a person is, if he keeps trying hard and making various attempts, he will eventually succeed, right?

“Wang Hao…”

"What's wrong, Brother Lu?"

“How’s the album preparation going?”

"The album... is almost done."

“Hasn’t the theme song been written yet?”

"I can write it down. I'm just a little bit short of it." Wang Hao's originally excited expression suddenly turned a little gloomy, and then he lowered his head to eat.

"How much is a little bit?" Lu Yuan continued to ask.

"It's just... I'm almost inspired... I should be able to write it next year."

"The one-year agreement is almost up. Forget about being a rock star. Even releasing an album is a problem, right?"

“……”Wang Hao lowered his head and remained silent.

"Let me write you one."

"Brother Lu...is it okay?" Wang Hao was silent for a while, then looked up at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"It shouldn't be a big problem..."

"Um."

"By the way, are you interested in being on the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What? Spring Festival Gala?" Wang Hao was stunned.

"Yes, the Spring Festival Gala! Perform a skit or something..."

"Forehead……"