In mid-May, filming for "Shangri-La in the City" began on schedule.
Early in the morning, Chen Ge had people set up the equipment in the courtyard.
The show has been very popular lately, and everyone is eagerly anticipating its premiere.
On the very first day, a large number of netizens flooded into the live stream room.
Has it started? Has it started?
Wow! This is the pavilion that Yan Qiao designed!
[Was that swing also made by Yan Qiao? It's so beautiful!]
[I'm so envious of the guests who came here! I want to swing on the swings too!]
The live stream is just a warm-up; filming hasn't officially started yet. What we're showing you is just a corner of the courtyard house.
Who wouldn't want to retire in such a tranquil and leisurely courtyard?
Suddenly, Yan Qiao's figure appeared in the camera's field of view.
She looked up and greeted everyone: "Hello everyone, I'm Yan Qiao, welcome to my courtyard house. Starting today, I will be hosting six guests with the program team, working together to create my retirement haven. I hope we can get along well for the next two weeks."
[Ahhh, the groundhog screams! So beautiful!]
[I'm so sad! Women who are nourished by love seem even more beautiful!]
[Where's the cameraman? Is he even on camera? I really want to see what he looks like.]
Even if she were to appear on camera, she'd definitely be wearing a mask. Don't even think about it; if she were truly beautiful, why wouldn't she dare show her face!
What is Yan Qiao after? What is she after?!
As netizens were discussing this, they suddenly saw Pei Jingzhan appear in the frame, and sure enough, he was wearing a mask.
The netizens' words proved prophetic, making everyone even more certain that she must be shockingly ugly to dare to show her face.
There were still some pieces of wood left in Yan Qiao's yard after the swing was made, and she originally wanted Pei Jingzhan to help her throw them away.
Before I could even do anything, the doorbell rang.
"It must be a guest arriving."
Yan Qiao felt a little expectant and hurriedly ran out to open the door.
When the door opened, her smile froze on her face.
"Yan Yaoyao? It's you!"
Everyone burst into laughter as they watched Yan Qiao's face go from joy to despair, her disappointment becoming visibly obvious.
[The production team should have some decency! Of all the people they could invite, why did they have to invite her!]
[Is Yan Yaoyao being a bit dramatic lately? She's everywhere!]
That's a bit unfair, isn't it? She didn't post a single Weibo post.
She has done so many good deeds; no amount of publicity is too much.
Yan Yaoyao waved with a smile, "Yan Qiao, are you unhappy to see me?"
Yan Qiao scoffed, "What kind of relationship do we have? You should be scared if I actually show a happy face."
Then, she turned her attention to another person.
Mr. Dong Honglin is a highly respected artist in the industry.
He is also the dean of the Department of Folk Music at Yancheng Conservatory of Music and is proficient in a variety of classical instruments.
The pipa, which has been played for a thousand years, and the zither, which has been played for ten thousand years, are all within reach. The suona and erhu are also included.
Dong Honglin chuckled. "You don't mean you won't welcome me either?"
Yan Qiao quickly replied, "Of course not, please come in, Teacher Dong!"
Dong Honglin, in his fifties, was dressed in a Zhongshan suit, and was in good spirits, showing that he was still vigorous despite his age.
His appearance immediately drew the attention of netizens.
Many viewers in his live streams were once his students.
He has been in the industry for many years, and it is no exaggeration to say that he has taught countless students.
"Your Jiang family lotus cultivation is quite good."
At the screen wall, Yan Qiao planted orchids, which have not yet bloomed, but they are well cared for and are full of vitality.
Yan Qiao smiled and said, "I don't know much about it either, I'll just take care of it casually."
Yan Yaoyao glanced at it and asked, "What is Jiang's Lotus? Is it a lotus flower?"
Dong Honglin explained gently, "It's an orchid."
Yan Yaoyao said "Oh", "That's nothing special."
Dong Honglin nodded. "When Jiang's Lotus first came out, it was more expensive, but now, for this quality, it's much cheaper, less than ten thousand, right?"
He looked at Yan Qiao.
Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Less than ten thousand, that's much cheaper."
She picked out the best-looking ones to buy, and thankfully they grew well after planting, so she felt the money was well spent.
Yan Yaoyao clicked her tongue in astonishment, "It looks like weeds, but it costs several thousand yuan?"
She grew up with Yan Shu, and even though she returned to the Yan family, her spending habits haven't changed much.
She didn't think it was expensive to spend this much money on jewelry.
Selling just one orchid felt like a waste.
Yan Qiao smiled slightly, "Flowers and plants are a matter of personal preference; there's no question of whether they're worth it or not."
Yan Yaoyao forced a smile, "Yan Qiao is really rich, even buying flowers and plants is so particular."
Dong Honglin smiled but didn't reply.
Instead, Yan Qiao waved her hand and said, "Alright, I know you've taken all the money to charity. Go have some fun."
[She has to be so subtle about buying flowers, like she's afraid people won't know she's done charity work. It's so annoying!]
Yan Yaoyao suddenly remembered Chen Lan's repeated instructions before she left home, telling her not to compete with Yan Qiao and not to deliberately show off what she had done.
She clenched her fist. "I was just saying it casually. I didn't mean it that way. Don't overthink it, Yan Qiao."
Yan Qiao nodded and casually replied, "Okay, you're simple-minded, no need to explain, everyone understands."
Yan Yaoyao: "..." How come things are getting worse the more I try to explain?
Upon reaching the main courtyard, Dong Honglin saw the pavilion and was greatly impressed.
"Yan Qiao, did you really do this all by yourself?"
Yan Qiao smiled and said, "Most of the time it is, but it's not as difficult as everyone thinks."
She led Dong Honglin into the pavilion and began to brew him tea.
Dong Honglin sighed, "There aren't many young people who know these things anymore. Society is progressing so fast, and the things of our older generation are becoming obsolete."
Even in his department of folk music, music knows no borders, but many people still prefer to learn Western instruments.
The number of applicants for traditional classical musical instrument majors is gradually decreasing.
"The things left by our ancestors will not be eliminated as long as there are still people who know them," Yan Qiao said with a smile and a firm gaze.
She placed the teacup in front of Dong Honglin.
"I learned how to brew tea from someone else. Please have a taste."
Yan Yaoyao was waiting for her to bring the tea to her, but after waiting for a while, Yan Qiao didn't make any move.
She was not happy and couldn't help but remind her, "Yan Qiao, what about mine?"
Yan Qiao glanced at her and said, "If you want tea, brew it yourself."
I also put away Pei Jingzhan's white jasmine.
Dong Honglin wasn't interested in the girls' argument. He took a sip of tea and nodded.
"Your white jasmine tea is quite good. I had it at my teacher's house before, and the taste was surprisingly similar."
As always, it's quite expensive.
After he said that, Yan Yaoyao also wanted to try it.
"Yan Qiao, I'll brew it myself. Give me the tea leaves."
Yan Qiao turned her head and handed her a packet of ordinary green tea. "This is for you."
Yan Yaoyao: "...I want Teacher Dong's White Jasmine Tea."
"No way, giving you that would be like a cow chewing on a peony – you should drink this, green tea!"
Yan Yaoyao bit her lip in anger; she must have done it on purpose!
[Hahaha, what a green tea bitch! Yan Qiao really knows how to be two-faced.]
As she spoke, Yan Qiao poured more tea for Dong Honglin.
Dong Honglin said, "Your tea-brewing technique is somewhat similar to that of one of my students."
He learned even the smallest gestures perfectly.
Just then, Pei Jingzhan appeared, and Yan Qiao pointed to him, saying, "He taught me."
Dong Honglin and Pei Jingzhan, who was wearing a mask, exchanged a glance and raised their eyebrows simultaneously.
"Why are you here?" Pei Jingzhan asked in surprise.
Dong Honglin looked thoughtful as he gazed at the fragrant white jasmine tea.
"So, you got this tea from the teacher?"
He had previously taught Pei Jingzhan folk music, and Pei Jingzhan's mother, Zhang Yufan, happened to be his teacher.
Pei Jingzhan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.
At the same time, Zhang Yufan, who was watching the live broadcast at the Pei family mansion, rummaged through drawers looking for her white jasmine.
He roared, "That son of a bitch! He's not even human! He stole my precious tea leaves to chase after girls!"
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