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Xie Yan grew up eating big pot rice in a welfare home, and after he came out, he made a living by eating instant noodles and takeaway, not to mention doing it himself, and he rarely even saw others do it, and now it is very novel to watch Fu Qing cook.
Fu Qing counted the ingredients in the kitchen, and asked Xie Yan what he wanted to eat.
Xie Yan was not a picky eater, but he still thought about it seriously for a while, said two dishes, and then leaned over and said, "Is there anything I can help with?" ”
Fu Qing didn't plan to ask the children to help, so he slapped a plate of cucumbers for Xie Yan and let him eat and play.
Xie Yan ate half of the plate before putting down the chopsticks and saying, "I don't eat white food." ”
Fu Qing smiled, but indulged him very much, and said, "I'm quite ambitious, then help me choose some leeks." ”
Choosing a dish is not a difficult or skill-oriented job, it just requires patience. Xie Yan sat on a small bench, with the vegetable basket in front of him, with a serious expression.
He has always been very conscientious in his work, but unfortunately he knows too little about things in the kitchen, and he can't even choose leeks well, either too much or too little.
Fu Qing ignored him and used the basket of leeks as a toy to coax Xie Yan.
Xie Yan had already said the first sentence, and then it was easy to speak. After joining the crew, they didn't talk much on WeChat, Xie Yan only knew that Fu Qing had been busy recently, so he asked, "What is Brother Fu busy with?" ”
Fu Qing's hand chopping vegetables paused, he thought for a moment, and said unhurriedly: "There is an inner ghost in the old street, and you have to catch it." ”
Xie Yan was stunned for a moment. He thought that Fu Qing was an old street fighter, although he didn't know what the street fighter was going to do, but he must pay great attention to this kind of thing, and he wouldn't let it go easily if he was caught, and he didn't know if he would make an accident.
This kind of internal affairs in the street are kept secret, and the police generally do not know about it. But now it's only a month before the Chinese New Year. Xie Yan remembered the news he had read, and every New Year's Eve was a critical period for the elimination of pornography and illegal activities.
Thinking of this, Xie Yan couldn't even choose leeks, wiped his hands with a tissue, turned around and dragged the corner of Fu Qing's clothes standing by the pool, until the other party also turned his head, the two looked at each other, and made sure that Fu Qing would listen to his next words very carefully, so he said sincerely: "It's almost the end of the year, Brother Fu must be careful and pay attention to safety." ”
Xie Yan didn't expect that he would still have the time to persuade others not to fight.
Fu Qing didn't really understand the meaning of this, but he was amused by Xie Yan's appearance of tugging at the corner of his clothes: "It's okay, there won't be any danger, it's just an internal ghost, and nothing big will happen." ”
Xie Yan wanted to say something more, hesitated for a moment, but let go of his hand.
He used to hate it when people interfered with his decisions, whether it was the staff at the welfare home or the agent. Xie Yan felt that he could take responsibility for the decisions he made, and he didn't need other people's self-righteous intentions, but he didn't expect that one day he would want to change other people's decisions.
Just like now, he wants to dissuade Fu Qing from being a street fighter, it's very dangerous.
But that's Fu Qing's own business.
Xie Yan hesitated for a long time, but he didn't speak. He had never had these troubles before, but now he cared about the troubles of a person, but he didn't feel annoyed.
Probably because Brother Fu was very good to him, he also wanted to treat Brother Fu with the same kindness.
Since you can't change the other party's decision, do what you can.
For example, Fu Qing doesn't seem to give money when he takes things in the old street.
Although street fighters are like this, Brother Fu will definitely provide convenience to the other party. But Xie Yan thought about it and still felt that this was not good, and when he thought about going back for the New Year, he would settle the account owed by Brother Fu in Laojie by the way.
Xie Yan still has more than 40,000 yuan in his hand, which is half of the salary of "Moby Dick".
During the two months of filming, there was no other expenses except for buying cigarettes and paying phone bills.
Although Xie Yan was poor and had no money before, he never worried about money, anyway, he could support himself for a day if he could work for a day.
But now it's not good, Xie Yan is a little worried, and he doesn't know if the more than 40,000 yuan is enough to settle the bill for Brother Fu.
Fu Qing looked at Xie Yan in a trance, and asked, "If you're tired, go and rest for a while." ”
Xie Yan came back to his senses and shook his head.
Fu Qing didn't ask again. He blanched the sliced chicken pieces in boiling water for a while, until the chicken turned white, turned off the stove, and took the pot with one hand to pour out the water, only to realize that there was no large bowl next to him that could hold the chicken pieces.
He held the pot in his hand, which was not very convenient, and tilted his head and said, "Xiao Xie, get a bigger bowl for me." ”
Xie Yan agreed and looked around. The small bowls are placed on the counter, but the large bowls are placed on top of the highest cabinet.
Fu Qing saw him tiptoeing and reached for the bowl on the cabinet. Maybe it was to prevent moisture, the cabinet was made too high, and even Xie Yan couldn't reach it, and he jumped up, and the T-shirt was not long enough, revealing a small waist. Xie Yan's waist is very thin and white, with a thin layer of light floating on it, and there are two concave lumbar fossas next to the spinal groove.
Very cute and a**.
But only a glance was given.
Fu Qing was a very restrained person, he turned his head, waited for Xie Yan to hand over the bowl, poured the chicken nuggets into it, and he stopped talking.
Halfway through the meal, the rain outside did not stop, but there was a sound of footsteps.
Yang Xun finally crawled from his house to the kitchen, and he was already dying. Yesterday, he suddenly wanted to eat sweets, so he sent his assistant to the city to buy his favorite cake. The assistant hasn't come back yet, and it rained heavily in the evening, as a good boss, Yang Xun sent a WeChat message very understanding to ask the assistant to book a room until the rain stopped.
As a result, Yang Xun starved half of his life today. He usually likes to eat snacks secretly, and in order to control his weight, there are no snacks in the house. I slept indulgently until eleven o'clock in the morning, and when I woke up beautifully, I found that the cooking aunt didn't come, and I didn't even have a meal.
He struggled for a long time, was hungry, and finally went out to find food. But Yang Xun didn't know how to cook, so he had to hope that there was still cooked food left in the kitchen to make him survive.
Unexpectedly, Xie Yan and another stranger were cooking in the kitchen.
Fu Qing said hello to Yang Xun and added, "Xiao Xie and I mentioned you." ”
Yang Xun became interested and asked, "What did he say about me?" ”
He was already convinced by Xie Yanxin, and he had a good impression. After all, he looks good, acts well, and works so hard in filming, Yang Xun thinks he can't compare to him. However, Xie Yan was usually cold and indifferent, and he didn't even say a word to him.
Fu Qing smiled: "He said that it's good to have a person named Yang Xun in the crew." ”
This is not Xie Yan's original words. His temper was awkward, and it was impossible for him to say such a thing easily, but he and Fu Qing had mentioned Yang Xun, saying that the other party had sorted out his notes for himself, and Fu Qing could hear the meaning of his words.
Yang Xun was happy for a while, raised his eyebrows proudly at Xie Yan, saw the few dishes that had been prepared, swallowed his saliva, and pleaded very humbly: "Can you share a little bit of food for me?" ”
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