This star just wants to learn.

"Wrong payment!"

If Pu Tong remembered correctly, they clearly asked him to come out for dinner, but when he went out, he found out that they wanted him to cook.

Yu Wanwan stared at Pu Tong sincerely, her expression showing that she wanted to taste his cooking skills...

Everyone who has eaten Pu Tong’s cooking says it’s great. The last time they had it was quite a while ago, and they said they would definitely come back as a repeat customer this time.

"Chef Pu Tong, please help!"

Facing the eager eyes of the three women, Pu Tong said that he was also lazy... He could cook, but he usually ordered takeout.

"Why don't you order takeout?"

If they asked him to cook when they wanted to eat, wouldn't that make him look very shameful? Asking him to cook, no matter what, should be half as sincere as asking the ancestor to come out of seclusion.

"You forgot, we have exams these two days..." Iori Yukino muttered, "Is the food outside safe? Is the control strict? What if I get sick from eating and it affects the exam?"

Pu Tong could see that they really wanted to eat the food they cooked, and they were willing to find excuses for it. Take-out food was indeed not as reliable as cooking at home, but it was not harmful to health either.

"It's more reassuring to do it yourself, why don't you do it?"

He looked at Iori Yukino. He was not the only one cooking here. The Sakura girl was actually a good cook, but she was just too lazy to do it.

Iori Yukino waved her hands hastily, "I am a candidate and I have to prepare for the exam. I am exhausted and have to cook for myself. Is this appropriate?"

Pu Tong understood it instantly. The three of them were here to take the exam, and he was the only "unemployed person" who accompanied them. Wouldn't he be their housekeeper?
Forget it, considering that they are about to take exams, I will just cook a meal for them reluctantly... Pu Tong didn't waste any words, and quickly cleaned up and went into the kitchen.

"Don't throw away useless Iori Yukino. Coat her in breadcrumbs, then in egg liquid, then fry her in breadcrumbs until she's golden and crispy. The kids next door are crying with envy..."

Pu Tong was muttering while doing it, and the three girls who were listening nearby were confused. What was going on? Were they jealous and crying because the kid next door was using the three-piece set like this?

"Drain the oil and fish it out. Both the elderly and children love it."

Pu Tong could see that Lin Yuxi and Yu Wanwan were both more or less nervous. For them, the art exam was related to their dreams and goals, and it was difficult for them to calm down.

Now, joking with them can still relieve tension to a large extent...

Yu Wanwan quietly watched Pu Tong busying around in the kitchen, and she felt a little relieved in her heart.

If Pu Tong hadn't come along, she might have been so nervous that she couldn't even eat. How could she have felt as at ease as she does now?

Just as the three girls were crying out for food, Pu Tong's phone on the table suddenly rang, while he was busy stirring the wok.

"Catch it for me."

After hearing Pu Tong's words, Yu Wanwan picked up the phone hesitantly. It was not that she didn't want to help, but every time she answered Pu Tong's call, she would meet a big boss, and she was really scared now.

Sure enough, the caller ID showed Wei Mingfeng...

Lin Yuxi and Iori Yukino looked at each other and decisively moved to the side. They knew this man, a big boss among big bosses.

Yu Wanwan looked at Pu Tong for help, but he was busy cooking and didn't even turn around to answer the call. She had no choice but to bite the bullet and click the answer.

"Hey, Xiao Pu, what do you think about the Spring Festival Gala?"

About the Spring Festival Gala?

The three girls looked at each other. Didn't they plan to not be on the Spring Festival Gala this year? Why did CCTV call Pu Tong?

"Hello, Uncle Wei. I'm Wanwan... Pu Tong is busy now. Is there anything I can say to him?"

After she spoke, both ends of the phone fell silent at the same time. Yu Wanwan didn't know what to say. Wei Mingfeng didn't expect that it was Yu Wanwan who answered the phone at this time.

"Well, it's no big deal. We agreed before that if Pu Tong is free, he can help think of two programs for this year's Spring Festival Gala." Last year's Spring Festival Gala, all the programs provided by Pu Tong were of high quality without exception. It is no exaggeration to say that they will go down in the history of the Spring Festival Gala.

The reason why these programs became popular is due to his talent on the one hand, and his creativity and sensitivity to the market on the other.

It is definitely a loss for the Spring Festival Gala that Pu Tong is unable to attend this year. If he cannot come in person, then it would be a good idea to let his show be performed as a second choice.

Pu Tong's control over the program is absolutely unique and is an indispensable factor in the Spring Festival Gala.

"Okay, I'll ask him later."

The moment the phone call was hung up, Yu Wanwan felt relieved. This was a big shot who sat in one of the top positions at CCTV. It was really stressful to communicate with such a person.

There was no need for her to make a special trip to tell Pu Tong the message. She just turned on the speaker and Pu Tong could hear it clearly.

"It seems that Uncle Wei takes it very seriously..."

Pu Tong sighed while cooking, "Forget about other programs. I don't have the energy to write songs. I'll just write a skit for them."

He accepted the challenge from Charlie and others, and they have already had more musical exchanges. He really couldn't stand a few more new songs.

Last year's Spring Festival Gala skit left a deep impression on him. In order to avoid the same embarrassment in this year's language program as before, Pu Tong decided to save it as much as possible.

In recent years, the other programs of the Spring Festival Gala are quite mature, only the language program has been criticized. He doesn't even know whether his skit can be accepted...

Before Pu Tong could respond, the familiar cell phone ringtone rang again, and Yu Wanwan hadn't even put it back.

Caller ID: Tang Zelong.

Are there any experts?

Just after someone from CCTV left, here comes someone from a government agency? Yu Wanwan was confused. Why did Pu Tong get so many calls just because he was cooking?

I'm just helping to answer the phone, do I have to be a big shot?

She subconsciously wanted to hand the phone to Yuxi and Xueno, but then she changed her mind and thought that it was reasonable for her to answer Pu Tong's call at this time, but it would be completely inappropriate to let them answer it.

"Hello... I'm Wanwan, Pu Tong is busy."

This time Yu Wanwan learned her lesson and stated her identity first to avoid embarrassment.

"Wanwan, it's okay. It doesn't matter who I tell you."

Tang Zelong was not as surprised as Wei Mingfeng. During the cultural festival, the two of them had locked themselves in a room and stayed alone for the entire day. There was nothing surprising about that.

"For the song to compete with Feili, you guys prepared to contact Queen Song, right?"

This music exchange is related to national honor, so the top leaders have been paying continuous attention and providing certain help and resources.

The high-note competition in the second round was too mysterious, and they didn’t hold out much hope, but they definitely had to help Pu Tong, so they took the initiative to contact Queen Song and helped Pu Tong make an appointment.

It’s not that they are doing something unnecessary. Queen Song is already a member of the national team, so it would be easier for them to communicate.

"I've given Pu Tong's phone number to Queen Song. She will call me later. You two can have a good chat."

Still need to answer the phone? Another big shot?
Yu Wanwan was stunned when she heard this, and decisively handed the phone to Pu Tong who was cooking, regardless of whether he could take care of it or not.

She didn’t have social phobia before, but today she has social phobia.

(End of this chapter)