Went bankrupt after admitting relatives, picked up garbage on variety shows and became top-notch

"Uuuuuu-"

Heavenly Master Heyin was gagged by the steamed stuffed bun, so he said nothing further.

Yan Beiyin stared at He Yin closely: "What do you want to say?"

"What happened to my original face?"

She was really curious about the postscript of the "original face" said by this weird assistant.

Yan Beiyin's heart was pounding.

"noodle!"

"He said: the original noodle fragrance!"

Shen Yanyan put the freshly served shrimp and crab noodles on the table in front of Yan Beiyin.

"What kind of face, you misheard Bao."

"My assistant friend has always liked to eat clear water noodles. Now that he changes to seafood noodles, he thinks the original noodles are delicious."

Yan Beiyin was puzzled: "Huh? Is that so?"

Shen Yanyan nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes, there is a saying - can boars not eat fine bran?"

Seeing Shen Yanyan giving him so many hints, He Yin recovered from the shock Yan Beiyin gave him. It seemed that he couldn't ask this question directly, but he was too curious.

Hearing Shen Yanyan's words, He Yin took off his mask and nodded with a wooden face: "Yes, I like noodles."

I got myself a shrimp and crab noodles, and didn't talk anymore.

But in my heart I always remembered the sentence that Shen Yanyan said that boars can't eat fine chaff.

This girl really deserves a beating!
Yan Beiyin watched Heyin take off his mask, impatient to see what he looked like.

She glanced at it, took a bite of food, frowned, and glanced again.

After repeating this several times, Yan Beiyin was puzzled: This person's face really doesn't have any memory points, just like passers-by, who forget it after seeing it.

Shen Yanyan didn't know what Heavenly Master Heyin looked like.

But she wasn't curious, no matter how good-looking a ghost looks, it doesn't matter.

Shen Yanyan remembered the song he had prepared for a while: "Sister Yanyin, can you recommend me a music producer and recording studio?"

"Okay! You have found the right person!"

Yan Beiyin took out her phone and pushed a person's WeChat business card to Shen Yanyan.

She looked at that person's WeChat nickname, her eyes darkened. The person she recommended to Shen Yanyan was the shooter who helped Ning Xuan write songs.

After breakfast, Shen Yanyan and He Yin left Xunhuagu Holiday Hotel first.

Shen Yanyan is going to be a guest at Mr. Ou's house this morning.

On the way, He Yin said to Shen Yanyan excitedly: "Evil magic, this is evil magic!"

Shen Yanyan was at a loss: "What sorcery?"

He Yin: "Your manager has changed his face, it's almost an earth-shaking change."

"Changing your face can change your life, but it's a forbidden technique."

Shen Yanyan pondered for a while, and then popularized modern plastic surgery techniques to Heyin.

"Even if you can see things like plastic surgery, it's impolite to say it in person."

He Yin heard and said, "So that's how it is."

Still feel a little weird.

When the two were approaching Mr. Ou's resort, Shen Yanyan pointed to the Tangshui shop in the commercial street.

"You find a cool place to stay first."

"I'll be back when I go."

She gave He Yin a dozen banknotes: "If you like something, buy it yourself."

He Yin put away the money: "Okay."

Shen Yanyan got into the car that Mr. Ou took to pick her up the mountain.

Originally, when the nearby tourists saw Shen Yanyan stuffing money, they didn't think anything was wrong.

But when He Yin spoke in a male voice, the eyes of the passers-by aunts became subtle.

"It seems like a little boy who eats soft food."

"He still has long hair, neither male nor female."

"I even have to ask my girlfriend for the money to buy sugar water."

He Yin heard these whispering voices, the corners of his mouth under the mask twitched.

He ignored those people's gossip and walked into the sugar shop.

after awhile.

A man dressed as a tour guide walked in and said to the tour group he brought in the sugar shop: "You guys should be careful when you go out later."

"Guide, what's the matter?"

"I don't know what happened to the road in the commercial street today. It may be too slippery. I just fell down several aunts."

He Yin curled his mouth when he heard this, and took a sip of the fruit tea.

Oujia Villa.

"Miss Shen, please drink tea."

The housekeeper brought Shen Yanyan a cup of tea.

Mr. Ou said to Shen Yanyan: "Miss Shen, please help me look at these collections in my house."

Mrs. Ou thumped him: "You old man, he didn't even take a sip of tea, you made him busy as soon as you came up?"

Shen Yanyan: "It's okay, I'll finish the appraisal of the collection earlier, so Mr. Ou can rest assured."

Shen Yanyan put on special gloves.In fact, the system can mark these collections with a single scan, but wouldn't it be too scary if Shen Yanyan behaved so magically.

In Shen Yanyan's line of sight, she had already seen the marked fake.

She walked to the porcelain flower closest to the sofa.

Just as Shen Yanyan was about to reach out to touch the porcelain flower, the door of the Oujia villa was pulled open by the housekeeper.

A young man appeared with a young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. The young man rushed in before he even had time to change his shoes, and pulled Shen Yanyan away.

Then he protected the porcelain flowers on the coffee table behind him, and he looked vigilant: "You are"

"Dad, why do you let some low-level people touch our antiques so casually!"

"She's not even an appraisal expert, you just believe her words!"

Mr. Ou was displeased: "What are you doing? Even if you don't believe it, you can't be so rude to other girls. Hurry up and apologize!"

Mr. Ou turned his head to Shen Yanyan: "Miss Shen, this is Ou Yichen, the dog. You are laughing at me."

Ou Yichen: "I don't want to apologize!"

"I don't even want to look at her with such an actor!"

Ou Yichen was about to explode when he learned that his parents had invited a traffic star from the film crew to come home to appraise antiques.

"Every line is like a mountain, you really think you know the knowledge of antiques when you act in a costume play?"

"Dad, Mom, I invited this from the Jiangcheng Museum, Mr. Zheng Xin, the son of the curator Zheng of the museum."

"People have been touching antiques since they were young, and they have been fascinated by them. They are experts in antique appraisal in their early thirties."

"Many wealthy businessmen are scrambling to invite him to dinner for appraisal."

The young man with black-rimmed glasses pushed his glasses after Ou Yichen finished speaking: "Mr. Ou, hello, I'm Zheng Xin, a specially-appointed expert of the largest antique shop in Jiangcheng."

The proud smile on Ou Yichen's face was even bigger: "Yes, yes, I forgot that brother Zheng has this name!"

As soon as the name of the specially-appointed expert of the No. [-] Antique Shop in Jiangcheng was announced, the expression on Mr. Ou's face changed.

He began to think about it in his mind. The skills that Shen Yanyan showed him on the set a few days ago were the knowledge of collections and the restoration of antiques.

If it is an antique appraisal, in terms of experience and resume, the number one antique dealer in Jiangcheng in front of him, this business card is much more eye-catching.

Mr. Ou's anger at his son's bluffing subsided a lot: "Chen'er, don't worry about it. With two masters around, I feel more at ease."