Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 77: Third-rate actor, first update

Guizhou, the recording location of Chinese Restaurant.

The morning mist of the Li River condensed into water droplets on the window glass. When Huang Xiaoming came out of the kitchen with a tea tray, he saw Jiang Qing picking out shredded ginger from the soy sauce chicken with the tip of his chopsticks. This action seemed strangely familiar to him.

"Mr. Jiang, please try the osmanthus tea we picked ourselves."

He smiled and pushed the celadon cup to the perfect position on the corner of the table, neither too attentive nor too distant.

"Thank you, Brother Xiao Ming."

Reaching for the teacup, Jiang Qiang smiled and nodded at him.

"Xiao Ye and the others went up the mountain to pick them before daybreak."

Jiang Qing's hand holding the tea paused, and he subconsciously glanced at the steaming osmanthus tea.

Ning Jing leaned against the wine cabinet and chuckled, "Brother Xiaoming, you forgot to mention that she almost plucked out the entire osmanthus forest."

This made Gong Jun burst out laughing, and the freshly brewed osmanthus tea spilled on Tan Jianci's pants.

"I say you……"

Tan Jianci jumped to get a tissue, looking speechless.

"There's no need to be so excited about meeting a real God, right?"

Yao Anna silently turned her phone to silent mode, with the featured post from the "Jiang Zhou Yu Huo" super topic still frozen on the screen.

She is not in a hurry to reminisce about the past now, she just wants to support the couple.

When Zhou Ye came out carrying the casserole, he saw this chaotic scene.

"Be careful of the heat."

Huang Xiaoming's hand, which was about to take the tray, was suspended in mid-air. Zhou Ye smiled at him, shook his head, and placed the casserole directly in front of Jiang Qing.

Amid the dull thud of the clay pot hitting the wooden table, the golden oil of the tangerine peel and old duck soup rippled slightly.

Jiang Qing raised the corner of his eye and looked up at her.

The girl in front of me is wearing a red plaid short shirt with a wood ear flower collar, paired with high-waisted jeans, showing off a pair of slender long legs, and her white and flat belly is faintly visible at her waist, revealing full of youthful vitality.

Her long, black, silky hair was tied behind her head, and her small face, the size of a palm, was lightly made up, but her delicate features were still hard to hide.

Seeing Jiang Qing looking at him, Zhou Ye grinned at him and gestured to the dishes on the table with his eyes.

Gong Jun suddenly cried out "Ah!"

"Didn't some people say there weren't enough ingredients?"

He deliberately peeked through the kitchen door frame with a teasing expression.

"I've been looking for this casserole for two days and I can't find it. It turns out..."

Before he could finish his words, Ning Jing pulled him aside, feeling annoyed by this tactless young man.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Zhou."

Jiang Qing lowered his head and sniffed it, while not forgetting to express his gratitude to the girl in front of him.

"You're a guest, why don't you give it a try?"

Zhou Ye sat down lightly opposite him and waved his hand seemingly indifferently.

"I do it by myself."

Then, she added seemingly casually.

His voice was very low, and while he spoke he looked away to the corner of the table, as if there was something there worth studying.

Jiang Qing couldn't help but smile, and her heart suddenly felt soft.

"Well, we'll have to look forward to it."

When he was scooping soup, the spoon suddenly hit something hard. When he picked it up, he saw that it was a lotus root slice carved into the shape of a Samoyed.

Zhou Ye's fingers supporting her chin curled up slightly. This was something she learned from a tutorial on her phone in her spare time. There were still seven failed products with missing ears lying on the chopping board.

"Our Ono knife skills have improved rapidly."

Huang Xiaoming glanced at the lifelike Samoyed and finally remembered his identity as a store manager.

"Last time I was shredding potatoes..."

"Brother Xiao Ming!"

Zhou Ye suddenly stood up to add more tea, with the spout of the kettle aimed precisely at the rim of his cup.

"The kitchen is stewing white fungus!"

As the boiling water washed open the stretched osmanthus petals, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Qing quietly pushing the lotus root slices to the edge of the bowl, with the corners of his mouth raised in a triumphant arc.

When everyone dispersed, Jiang Qing suddenly took out some dried February orchid petals from her wallet and placed them on the table.

Zhou Ye recognized that this was the branch he had given him in Taohuawu, and his eyes paused slightly.

"You said in Taohuawu..."

Jiang Qing gently fanned the hot steam rising from the osmanthus tea with his palms, his brows drooping.

“It would be great if the show could go on forever.”

Outside the window, a bamboo raft was gliding across the river, and the startled fish scattered, shattering the reflection.

"But time always moves forward, and we all have to look forward."

"I can put the follow-up..."

"The soy sauce chicken is getting cold."

Zhou Ye suddenly interrupted him.

"You eat first, I still have to prepare the food."

"I'll make you seafood risotto later, just look forward to it."

The way she smiled with her eyes curved made Jiang Qing stunned.

"Okay, I'll look forward to it."

Suddenly coming to his senses, he responded with a smile.

Since she doesn't want to listen, then wait until she wants to listen.

"Yeah, you eat something and rest here, I'm going to go get busy first."

Zhou Ye raised the corner of his mouth and nodded at him, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

The moment she turned around, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

She didn't want to know what exactly happened between Jiang Qing and Chen Duling. To her, the fact that Jiang Qing appeared here today already explained a lot.

They didn't confirm their relationship, and she didn't want Jiang Qing to think she was jealous.

It was a rare occasion for them to meet, and she just hoped to get along happily with Jiang Qing, and put everything else aside.

Looking at Zhou Ye's departing back, Jiang Qing's eyes flickered.

He could feel that the girl seemed to have changed a little.

"Dr. Jiang, my eyes are wide open. You are really a stranger to me."

Yao An sat down lightly opposite Jiang Qing, staring at him as if he were an alien, and joked with a smile.

She couldn't help but think of three years ago when she was interning at the company during the holidays, and she happened to meet Jiang Qing leading a team to cooperate with their company to upgrade the operation and maintenance system.

At that time, Jiang Qing seemed to have nothing but work in his eyes. Although he looked gentle, he gave people a faint sense of alienation, which was completely different from now.

Perhaps, Ono had changed him? "No... that's not right, Anna."

"I didn't expect that Mr. Ren would really let you enter the entertainment industry, and it just so happened that you were recording a show with Xiaoye."

Jiang Qing sighed, this is the real second princess, who is not comparable to those so-called princesses in a certain circle.

Ok……

This little bit of knowledge was introduced to him by Thirteen.

It sounds quite interesting, but a little funny.

"My sister is in the company, and my family doesn't need me, a second-generation heir who just eats and waits for death. With such a big family business, someone has to spend the money, right?"

Yao An spread his hands, looking as if it was natural that he would be in trouble.

"Hmm... I agree with that."

"When your movie is released, I will definitely book out the entire theater to show my support."

Jiang Qing nodded in agreement and raised the teacup in his hand to her.

What you said is absolutely true. In China, influenced by traditional ideas, no matter whether you are in politics or business, once you reach a certain scale, you will look down on the entertainment industry.

But in fact, there are countless people abroad, from wealthy businessmen to presidents, who are involved in the entertainment industry.

This is due to cultural differences, but it is slowly changing.

As the saying goes, people with first-rate acting skills go into politics, second-rate acting skills go into business, and only those with third-rate acting skills go into the entertainment industry.

It is obvious that Yao An, who was born in a top businessman family, felt that his acting skills were not good enough, and it would be more appropriate for him to go down and be compatible with the entertainment industry.

He remembered that Mr. Lei said, "Technology should not be high and mighty, but should serve the people."

Similarly, no matter whether in politics or business, one should put himself in too high a position and become detached from the masses.

But it is obvious that some people like to follow the trend of mythical so-called big figures.

Of course, they were the ones who got slapped in the face.

A real example is that those who mocked Mr. Lei in the early days later fell into decline, while Mr. Lei became a top entrepreneur, and his opening live broadcast could even surpass the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala.

It turns out that sincerity is always the key.

"Tsk... Mr. Jiang is still so generous."

Yao An smacked his lips and gave Jiang Qing a thumbs up.

"But I guess we'll have to wait a long time..."

Her expression suddenly darkened, and she held her face with her hands and said dejectedly.

"Ok?"

"What do you mean?"

Jiang Qing took a sip of tea and looked at her curiously.

"My acting skills are too poor right now, so I plan to hone my skills by participating in some small productions first."

"After all, I don't want to bring shame to my family."

Yao Anna rubbed his face and sighed.

Jiang Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly laughed.

For the first time, he began to look at the second princess with a new respect.

He originally thought that this girl would spend money to organize her own party and find some big names in the industry to play with her, but he didn't expect that she wanted to improve herself slowly from small productions.

It has to be said that he really appreciates this approach.

"Anna, I support your idea."

Jiang Qing smiled and nodded at her.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Jiang, but I'm curious about your feelings towards Ye Zi..."

"cough……"

Jiang Qing coughed lightly and signaled with his eyes to the camera beside him and Gong Jun and others who were busy doing something furtively around.

"Oh, I see. Let's chat when you have time. I'm busy now."

Yao An nodded suddenly, then stood up and walked away with a smile.

Seeing this, Gong Jun and others who had been waiting patiently for a long time stepped forward and greeted Jiang Qing.

They are very curious about Jiang Qing, a big name in the technology circle who has been frequently on the hot searches recently.

More than ten minutes passed.

In the steaming mist in the kitchen, Zhou Ye put one hand on his waist and gently stirred the pork rib soup in the pot.

Yao An was just about to remind her that she added too much salt when he saw Jiang Qing leaning against the door frame with his index finger raised, and he quickly shut up.

"Is salt..."

Jiang Qing tiptoed up behind her, observed her for a while, and seeing that she hadn't noticed him yet, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, startling Zhou Ye so much that he knocked over the salt shaker.

The moment the white porcelain jar fell, he put his arms around her waist and turned her half a circle.

"Jiang Qing you!"

Zhou Ye's exclamation was stuck in his throat, and his nose rubbed against his chest.

Yao Anna's celery stalks fell into the sink, and the splashing water wet Gong Jun's phone as he was taking a secret photo.

This was the scene Tan Jianci saw when he rushed in with a colander in his hand.

Zhou Ye's back was against the edge of the cooking table, Jiang Qing's palms were protecting her lower back and the marble, their noses were less than three centimeters apart, and the casserole on the stove was bubbling with pink bubbles.

"Should I call cut?"

Ning Jing held back her laughter and leaned half of her body forward.

"This segment could be cut into twenty camera positions in the main film."

Zhou Ye hurriedly pushed Jiang Qing away, and his red ears hit the handle of the wall cabinet door.

Jiang Qing reached out to rub her, but she jumped to the other end of the kitchen counter like a rabbit.

"It's your fault that the pork rib soup went bad!"

"It's just right that it's broken."

"Just like that time..."

He suddenly stopped, remembering that Zhou Ye had the same angry look when he was roasting burnt marshmallows in Taohuawu.

Yao Anna suddenly threw celery leaves into the air.

"Isn't the sweet and sour ratio in some people's pots more exciting than the financial report curve?"

She deliberately enunciated the word "sugar" over and over again, causing Huang Xiaoming, who was peeking outside the door, to laugh like a goose.

"Who put sugar in pork rib soup?"

When Zhou Ye chased out with a soup spoon in hand, Jiang Qing was taking pictures of the casserole.

The post was accompanied by the caption: "Michelin-level rollover scene."

Five minutes later, "Jiang Qing and Zhou Ye's kitchen accident" became a hot search, and fans of the Jiang Zhou Yuhuo CP analyzed 1314 bubbles from the pork ribs and corn.

The point is, this is Jiang Qing’s first Weibo post!
Outside the window, egrets flew over the river, creating ripples like tree rings.

(End of this chapter)