Young Master Lu blushed with satisfaction
Although he decided to pick up the iron spoon and kitchen knife again, Ji Rongyu didn't dare to let Lu Xinyang buy the fish, for fear that he would be cheated outside and buy a bunch of extremely expensive ingredients that were not fresh and could not be used.
He rubbed his hands to warm them up a little, then called home: "Grandpa, have you finished eating those pickled bamboo shoots I made earlier?...Huh? Why did you think of sending them to my second aunt's wife?...No, no, I'll go ask her for some...Yes, I'm craving some...I know, don't forget to take those fish oil calcium tablets in the refrigerator. Play more cards when you have nothing to do, and don't go online all the time to argue with young people. You won't understand what they're saying."
After hanging up the phone, he asked the staff if there was a vegetable market nearby, then said hello to the assistant director and left the set.
Shortly after he left, all the scenes in this scene were completed. The main staff and actors moved to the small shopping mall next door to continue filming, and the rest of the people were responsible for logistical work such as packing up and dismantling the scene.
Lu Xinyang drank a cup of ginger soup without even adding sugar, and stood in front of the nanny car wrapped in a down jacket waiting for a long time, but he never saw the face that made him angry.
"Have you seen Ji Rongyu?" He hooked his hand on Wen Zhuo's shoulder, forcing a head to come over to help him look for someone, "Why is he dawdling and not coming out?"
"I didn't see him. Maybe he had something to do, or he might have gone back to the hotel." Wen Zhuo said.
Lu Xinyang lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
As long as the filming goes smoothly, Ji Rongyu doesn't need to go to the set every day. He just wants to learn more, so he comes so often.
But no matter how studious a person is, he still needs a break between classes. It is Ji Rongyu's freedom to come and go, and of course it is also his freedom to leave.
But what Lu Xinyang couldn’t get over was that he didn’t even tell me.
Everyone who was supposed to leave had almost left. Tang Lin rolled down the car window and stuck his head out to look. "What's wrong? Isn't Teacher Rongyu leaving with us? Then you guys should hurry up and get in too. The director has already gone."
Lu Xinyang and Wen Zhuo got into the car together, but instead of asking him if he performed well as usual, he leaned against the window and looked depressed.
Wen Zhuo looked at him with some surprise.
"Do you still want to drink this ginger soup? If not, let me cover it." Tang Lin stared at the steaming thermos in his hand vigilantly, afraid that he would accidentally spill it.
"Drink," Lu Xinyang looked at the scenery flashing by outside the window, and without looking back, he pushed the cup towards Tang Lin, "Give me some sugar."
"Are you going to make up for the weight you lost by eating grass every day with the ginger sugar water? That's too much of a loss." Tang Lin tore off a small piece of brown sugar, broke off the other half and threw it into the cup.
Lu Xinyang put his hands on the heater vent and rubbed his frozen face to warm it up. Then he opened Ji Rongyu's chat box from WeChat and poked at the screen. But nothing was sent.
It took five minutes to drive to the destination, which was a small shopping mall on the verge of bankruptcy. There were almost no people coming here normally, so filming here could save a lot of rent.
After getting out of the car, Lu Xinyang gulped down the ginger sugar water. He asked Tang Lin and Wen Zhuo to go in first, and he stood on the roadside to help the staff carry the equipment, costumes and props. After that, he was blown by the cold wind for a long time. Only after he was sure that there would be no more cars coming from behind did he turn around and go in to prepare for shooting.
"All departments are in place!" After a brisk round of activity, the crew quickly got back to work. Lu Xinyang, feeling down, raised his hand listlessly to join in the fun: "The handsome guy is in place too."
"Okay, thank you, handsome guy." The assistant director joked with him, but Gao Jian keenly noticed that his spirit was far less energetic than before.
Sure enough, the subsequent filming results were only disappointing. When it came to the emotionally tense part, Lu Xinyang even failed several times due to NGs.
"Cut!" Gao Jian frowned, pulled the person aside and started the class.
"What's going on? Why can't you stand up to compliments?" Gao Jian grabbed his shoulder and patted him, telling him to stand up straight with his head held high and his chest held high to receive the scolding. "I just praised Xiaorong for your good mood and good state of mind, and you act like a loser in front of me? You think our group's progress is too fast and it's saving your family money, right?"
Lu Xinyang was stunned for a moment: "Director, did you praise me to him?"
"Yes," Gao Jian said, "I praised you in vain."
"Then..." Lu Xinyang scratched his brow and asked hesitantly, "What did he say when you praised me?"
Gao Jian couldn't bear to see his wilted look, so he deliberately used Ji Rongyu to mock him: "He said my praise was in vain."
Lu Xinyang confirmed again and again: "Did he really say that?"
"Just say it!"
"Great," Lu Xinyang slapped his thigh, his aura rising. "I was wondering why he ran away without saying hello. Turns out he thought my acting wasn't good enough!"
Gao Jian: “?”
Wait a minute, he looked around. Is Xiaorong gone? When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it?
But he didn't have time to think about it, as Lu Xinyang had already jumped three feet high due to the stab. It seemed that the brief depression just now was just to highlight how high he could jump.
Ji Rongyu scolded me = Ji Rongyu was not angry = he would come back to watch me filming!
Lu Xinyang suddenly stood up like a proud little lamb.
As a confident future heavyweight star, he will never give up on any audience easily!
"Uncle Gao, don't worry. I'll definitely do my best!" He slid around Gao Jian's back, pushed his beloved director back to the set, and shoved him down on a small stool. "Are you ready? If you are, let's do another take!"
Gao Jian: “???”
Who is in a bad state and needs to prepare? Please don’t take the initiative so naturally!
Although the process was a bit strange and Ji Rongyu seemed to have a pot on his head, the result was still satisfactory. So Gao Jian didn't bother to think about it anymore and picked up the loudspeaker to shout action.
It's okay. Xiaorong is a smart kid, polite and good at talking. He will definitely be able to resolve this misunderstanding by himself. I'd better hurry up and finish filming this scene.
The smart and polite Ji Rongyu carried a jar of pickled bamboo shoots and a big fish, spent dozens of dollars to borrow the kitchen of a small restaurant to stew fish soup, and then packed it in a thermos. Following the guidance of the group chat records, he came to the new set.
The timing was not right. At that moment, Lu Xinyang was hanging on a tree by a wire. Ji Rongyu didn't want to be blown by the cold wind, so he took the thermos and got into his nanny car.
After the photographers had taken enough close-up shots of him, Lu Xinyang came back to rest with his dizzy head, only to see a bored Ji Rongyu in his car.
"Your scene took quite a while to shoot," Ji Rongyu glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and turned off the stopwatch. "If we can't finish on time today, tomorrow's..."
"Don't talk to me now," Lu Xinyang interrupted him, holding his head in his hands, and slowly calmed his brain. "The next scene has a lot of lines, and I can't remember them if you disrupt them."
Ji Rongyu: “?”
Who likes to mess with whom?
He pointed at himself and said, "Are you trying to get rid of me?"
Lu Xinyang ruffled his hair and muttered softly, "If you really want to stay, I can reluctantly agree."
Ji Rongyu changed the direction of his finger and pointed at the thermos at his feet: "Then you don't want to drink my fish soup either?"
Lu Xinyang raised his head quickly and asked, "Did you make fish soup for me?"
Ji Rongyu maintained this posture and did not speak.
Lu Xinyang looked at him, then at the thermos, and then his gaze fell back on his face. He tentatively took a Qiao: "Don't think you can make me happy like this... oh?"
The ending syllable was dragged out for half a second, making his tone seem less aggressive.
Ji Rongyu now looked at him as if he was watching a joke, with an incredibly generous attitude: "So what else do you want?"
"A real man never looks back at the fish soup," Lu Xinyang said, feeling a little more confident. He hesitantly moved closer to Ji Rongyu, "Unless... ahem, you open the lid and offer me a drink yourself?"
Ji Rongyu sneered and retracted the finger.
Then he picked up the thermos with both hands, unscrewed the lid and handed it to Lu Xinyang: "Here, Master Lu Dadadadada, are you satisfied now?"
Young Master Lu blushed with satisfaction.
…
Lu Xinyang happily rushed back to the set holding his thermos.
The sound recorder, cameraman and director were still watching the shooting effects of the previous scene around the monitor. When they saw the male lead coming, they asked him whether he wanted to see the pictures or discuss the plot.
The male protagonist grinned with his white teeth, placed the thermos in front of them, and said proudly, "Look! Isn't this fish soup fragrant? Isn't this fish soup white? Isn't this fish soup beautiful? Hehehe, Ji Rongyu stewed it for me! It was stewed especially for me!"
Hot mist wrapped in a mellow and fresh aroma quickly spread. Tender boneless fish and soft and smooth tofu were faintly visible in the milky white soup. The soup was topped with bean sprouts, green onions, chili rings and a few plump mushrooms. The golden pickled bamboo shoots and a few thin slices of tomatoes added a sweet and sour taste that made people's mouths water.
The staff present all covered their stomachs silently and looked at Ji Rongyu who was a step too late to prevent the accident.
Ji Rongyu: “…………”
He grabbed Lu Xinyang's wrist, and his instinct to save face doubled his strength, and he dragged the little lamb, who hadn't shown off enough, back to the nanny car.
Lu Xinyang's dream suddenly came true. He was very crazy and happy, but he did not completely lose his mind. He still remembered to lock the car door after getting in, for fear that Tang Lin would find out and come over to take a share.
"It's so delicious, the fish is so sweet, um, the bamboo shoots are delicious too, and the tofu... sha, it's a little hot, I swallowed it before I could even praise it, wait a minute, I'll eat another piece..."
Ji Rongyu just watched him talking and eating, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.
"Where did you buy such delicious fish?" The full pot of soup was gone in an instant. Lu Xinyang slowed down his chewing speed reluctantly.
"You can just buy it at the vegetable market for a few dozen dollars." Ji Rongyu didn't intend to teach him the skills of choosing fish, and there was no need to.
"So cheap?" Lu Xinyang began to think, "Then I have a very expensive fish at home. Would it be more delicious to make soup with it?"
Ji Rongyu didn't quite understand the lives of the rich: "How expensive can fish be?"
"It's so expensive, it costs tens of thousands. The money I spend on it is enough to buy all the other fish for eighteen generations." Lu Xinyang complained.
Having never touched such high-end ingredients, Ji Rongyu said, "Oh, the pot that can cook it should not be an ordinary pot, it is beyond my savings."
It would have been fine if he hadn't thought about it before, but now the more he thinks about it, the more disadvantaged he feels. Lu Xinyang decided to reduce the burden on his family: "It's not appropriate to let him eat white rice at home like this. I think I should send him to work and study so that he can earn money for his own feed."
“Where can I earn money?”
"It's a hot spring fish spa. I see there are a lot of fish working there."
Ji Rongyu was silent for a while: "Can I still have it after get off work?"
Lu Xinyang was stunned for a moment, thinking that his father would not like a fish soaked in foot washing water, so he said dejectedly: "It seems that we can't have it."
"Look at it more openly. You have a big family and a lot of wealth, so why would you be reluctant to give up that little fish food? It's not like it's competing with you for meat," Ji Rongyu patted his shoulder, his tone as if coaxing a fool, "Just don't bother it."
"That's true," Lu Xinyang quickly regained his good mood and took another sip of the fish soup. "But since your cooking is so delicious, why don't you become a chef or open a restaurant?"
"Because in the short term, I don't have the attitude to serve the people, and in the long term, I don't have the awareness to serve the people."
Ji Rongyu thought for a moment and added, "Actually, my childhood dream was to be a police officer."
Lu Xinyang looked at him with shining eyes, just like a representative of a "Three Good Students" student who was giving a speech under the red flag: "Wow, you actually had such a great dream."
"Didn't the song say, 'I found a penny on the side of the road and handed it to the policeman,'" Ji Rongyu said, a look of envy and longing on his face. "At the time, I thought, if I became a policeman, no matter who found money, they would have to hand it over to me. How wonderful that would be."
Lu Xinyang: “……???”
He wondered with some doubt, was my praise for you in vain just now...
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