The opening of China Entertainment Group gave Jay Chou a head-on confrontation

Chapter 814 World Famous Paintings: Sun Yanzi is working hard

"What? You won't be back at night? But you——"

"Oh, this is all your dad's fault. He didn't confirm with anyone, so now everything is gone. But don't worry, we heard about another Chinese farm that still has some. If we rush over to reserve it now, we should be able to get back in time tomorrow."

"But--"

"Please explain to Xiao Yi, this is really not our place..."

The content of this phone call was made up of the nagging mother, the occasional sighing father, and the translator and bodyguard who was with the old couple for some unknown reason at this time.

Zhou Yi laughed out loud.

"Still laughing."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Hao glanced at the man and said, "They traveled a long way to help you get a real free-range chicken."

"I always thought that free-range chicken was a term unique to Guangdong people, but I didn't expect that you in Qingdao also have this term."

"Is there a possibility that this is what the Chinese bosses here call it?"

"Oh."

"What are you going to eat tonight? There are still some vegetables in the fridge."

With his right hand, he patted the man's arm, signaling him to move aside. He then walked to the refrigerator door, opened it, and took out some seasonings commonly used in cooking, such as bell peppers and screw peppers. He held them in his hand.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she turned her head and looked at the man who was blocking her way back again: "Or, you can choose to go out for dinner tonight?"

Zhou Yi does like spicy food, but he can’t eat too spicy, so he has bell peppers in his refrigerator.

The main purpose is just an embellishment, to deceive yourself.

"Let me sort it out..."

Zhou Yi leaned his shoulder against the refrigerator door and tilted his head, looking at the woman with interest: "You mean, you kissed me, and now there is no third person at home except you and me, and now you ask me what to make for dinner today, right?"

Cheng Hao wrinkled his nose and nodded without comment: "What else?"

Zhou Yi was amused. He glanced at the peppers in the woman's hand and said confidently, "Okay, then I'm going to eat something spicy tonight. I don't care what it is, but it has to be spicy, hot, spicy enough to kill you."

"..."

Cheng Hao didn't say anything, but his eyes inevitably looked down.

"Where are you looking?"

"I was just wondering if your stomach could handle spicy food. What are you thinking about?"

The woman laughed muffledly, reached back into the refrigerator, took out a few chili peppers and spread them out on her palm, then looked up at him: "Are you okay? Three or four centimeters? Or five centimeters? Anyway, they are all pretty thin, so the spiciness shouldn't be too strong."

Chili pepper is the best choice for Jiangxi cuisine to increase the spiciness, second only to the ultimate trick - chili powder made by grinding the chili seeds dried by every household into powder.

The length generally ranges from 3 cm to 5 cm, and the width needs to be calculated in millimeters.

Well, this is chili pepper.

The expression between Zhou Yi's eyebrows was visibly frozen for a few seconds. It was obvious that Cheng Hao's response had caused his CPU to burn out a little bit.

After coming back to his senses, the tip of his tongue subconsciously brushed across his slightly dry lips, and he placed the five fingers of his left hand on the refrigerator door, and with one hand on his waist, he couldn't help laughing: "Is it possible that I can really eat spicy food, but I have to protect my throat all the time because I have to sing?
"Are you underestimating my ability to eat spicy food?

"I usually eat chili peppers as a home-cooked dish, so I have to use 18-centimeter-long screw peppers, and 5-6-centimeter-wide colored peppers, too. Do you understand?"

He spoke very quickly, as if he was explaining something or proving something.

Cheng Hao shook his head: "I don't understand."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pushed the man who was blocking her way away. She walked to the sink and took down the chopping board. An unstoppable smile appeared between her eyebrows. "Okay, don't stay in the kitchen, or you'll choke to death. I'm going to close the door and cook.

"what!"

Cheng Hao, who had just thrown the chili peppers onto the chopping board, suddenly felt her feet go empty and the hair slipped off her feet. The sudden feeling of weightlessness made her scream subconsciously.

Her legs bent subconsciously because they were suspended in the air - the wrinkles on her stockings created at that moment were enough to drive people crazy.

"Wait a moment--"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Aren't you going to have dinner?"

"I'm eating."

Cheng Hao put his hands inward, slightly concealing the most shy part.

There was almost nothing left to cover it, only the bursting black silk.

Soon, Cheng Hao, feeling the pain, opened his mouth and bit his shoulder, leaving a row of clear teeth marks.

The lotus bud that had been ravaged was undulating restlessly, like a blooming lotus, showing off its tender yellow stamens.

Gradually, the waves began to surge, that was the surging of water, Cheng Hao truly felt the movement of life.

She felt as if she was not lying on a bed, but in a weightless galaxy, and her eyes gradually became dull.

Her soft and smooth skin was tightly intertwined with the man's, allowing Zhou Yi to take her to the place that belonged to him. It was a world she had never been to before, and she swam and glided freely...

The heavy breathing beside her ears was the most beautiful music she had ever heard in her life.

"I love you."

Cheng Hao hugged his head tightly, rubbing his chin against the top of his head from time to time——

Tasting the ultimate happiness in the world again and again, enjoying the empty satisfaction like after a tsunami, the faint murmurs accompanied by the joy that invades the heart and spleen drilled into the clouds.

There are no wildfires in Los Angeles tonight, but it is still worrying.

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When Cheng Hao opened her eyes again, the even breathing of the man beside her and the mess on the ground reminded her of what happened last night.

Messy hair, wrinkled sheets, and a sudden feeling of discomfort when getting ready to get out of bed -

"hiss……"

The unusual movement woke up Zhou Yi who was still asleep. The trembling white jade ruyi was reflected in his sleepy eyes.

"Awake?" Cheng Hao, who was being hugged, turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "I thought you needed to sleep a little longer, you're so tired."

"Let's not write history books here. We all know who was the first to give in and beg for mercy."

"Don't—I need to go take a shower first."

"I'll help you?"

"I don't think I'm at the point where I can't lift it."

Cheng Hao walked barefoot on the carpet and hummed a pleasant tune as he entered the bathroom of the master bedroom. Zhou Yi lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with one hand, admiring the smooth back of the woman as she walked away with her waist swaying, until she disappeared from his sight.

Get up and clean up the mess -

Zhou Yi walked into the kitchen and took a look at the chopping board that had not been cleaned up last night. He smiled and shook his head, then hung it back up. He washed the rice and made a simple version of red date millet porridge before going to another bathroom to wash up.

After taking a quick shower and changing into a T-shirt and cropped pants, Zhou Yi glanced at the time.

It wasn’t even six in the morning, it was about five forty in the morning.

Or I went to bed too early last night.

She took out a few dishes from the refrigerator, prepared some side dishes, and fried five eggs. By the time Cheng Hao, who was wearing a bathrobe and brushing her hair, heard the sound and came out, breakfast was almost ready.

"It looks like uncle and auntie won't be back this morning, maybe in the afternoon?"

Zhou Yi, who served the dishes to the table, smiled and teased, and Cheng Hao rolled his eyes at him.

Even if you get a bargain, you still behave well.

Even though the excuse was lame, at least her parents really found one.

"Come on, late Valentine's Day breakfast, please."

Zhou Yi pretended to be a waiter and made a gesture of invitation: "Although the taste may not be very good, believe me, I tried my best. It's not like the steamed bun shops in China that are already up and open for business at this time."

After all, this is the top wealthy area of ​​Beverly Hills, and next door is the Warner family's estate, a place that even the California wildfires cannot burn.

It would be wishful thinking to expect there to be some small restaurant outside.

You can't even pay the rent.

Cheng Hao, who was beaming with joy, agreed: "That's true. You can only stir-fry peppers, pork, noodles, etc. You have to use a lot of ingredients to stir-fry a cauliflower."

As long as you are willing to put in the ingredients, even leather shoes can be stewed deliciously.

This is Zhou Yi’s approach to cooking.

It's not like she hasn't encountered some really frivolous things from Zhou Yi before, and the consequence was that Zhou Yi suffered a rare blow.

It’s so damn hard to find the right amount!
"Then my fried peanuts are delicious, right? You guys praised my fried peanuts back then."

Zhou Yi, who still wanted to win in his heart, tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks, his eyes looking somewhat nostalgic.

It was a day in 1998 when his fried peanuts became his specialty second only to fried pork with chili peppers.

Of course, the price he paid was that Cheng Hao laughed at him for a full half month - because he was splattered with oil more than once when he was frying.

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"What? It's been postponed more than once? Then shouldn't we just come at the appointed time?"

China, Hong Kong.

Sun Yanzi arrived in the city that never sleeps at night and learned an unexpected news from her agent Ji Shengshan - Zhou Yi had changed his schedule again and again, and would arrive in Hong Kong on the day of the Academy Awards ceremony on the 27th.

The specific reason has not been revealed and is unclear, but it is speculated that it is most likely related to American affairs.

"It seems that the person for the English album music video has been confirmed. I heard that David Bowie was invited and he agreed."

"???"

When Sun Yanzi first heard the name David Bowie, he opened his mouth slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

But on second thought, this seems normal.

First of all, Zhou Yi's current status is here, and secondly, David Bowie himself has a good impression of China. After all, he learned about some related cultures through Xu Jingqing's folk music, and he even spoke Chinese during his concert in Hong Kong.

"Also, Yanzi, one thing you need to pay attention to this year is Xiao Yaxuan who is back from the United States. She was working on an English EP last year, and now Viking Records is going to release a new Chinese album for Xiao Yaxuan. When the time comes, you two will definitely be compared."

Sun Yanzi, who competed for the Best Newcomer Award at the Academy Awards for her role in Kung Fu, patted her chest and promised: "Don't worry, Sister Shan, I will work hard and will never be lazy."

To be honest, she doesn't like to go to the American market to release an English EP, but due to Elva Hsiao's great success in the United States, Zhou Jianhui has begun preparations for the English EP arranged for Sun Yanzi, and plans to test the waters next year.

After all, you can't lose face.

This is a battle between divas.

Although Zhou Yi is the driving force behind everyone's success, the songs are all written by Zhou Yi, and their popularity varies.

Just like the first Mandarin album released by Twins this year, the title song "Don't Want to Grow Up" was written by Zhou Yi. In terms of quality alone, it can be called a masterpiece, and its popularity in the market has indeed once again confirmed Zhou Yi's ability——

But in the eyes of professionals, there is no doubt that the twins wasted this song.

This is the difference in singing ability.

And her status with Elva Hsiao in the Chinese music scene has apparently reached the point where they are competing over such trivial details.

"Come on Sun Yanzi, you can do it."

When Sun Yanzi thought about the very likely lethal workload in the future, he almost felt dizzy, but he still patted his face and took a few deep breaths.

Then, late at night, continue to work hard!

It’s time to start the struggle!

At this time in the United States, Zhou Yi was still taking Cheng Hao out to play.

"Aren't you going back to attend the Academy Awards?"

"Don't worry about a broken prize, play until 26 or 27."

(End of this chapter)