Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 59 Signing Again

There's still a while before I catch my flight.

Liu Xiaoli put on her apron neatly, with a warm smile on her face, full of the concern that only an elder can show: "Xiaobei, I can finally invite you to my house for dinner today.

I've already bought the food, so let's have dinner here and then go to the airport together, so we don't have to eat those boxed meals on the plane."

Hu Xiaobei was not willing to sit there idly, so he stood up immediately, rolled up his sleeves with both hands, met Liu Xiaoli's sincere eyes, and said in a firm tone: "Auntie, that won't do!

I'm free anyway, so why not lend a hand? We can cook dinner faster together." He said, striding quickly after Liu Xiaoli into the kitchen.

Liu Xiaoli did not refuse and smiled as she made room for him.

Soon, smoke and fire began to rise from the kitchen.

Liu Xiaoli bent down to open the refrigerator, picked out some fresh vegetables, and placed them steadily next to the sink.

With a "splash" sound, the faucet was turned on, and clear water rushed rapidly onto the green leaves.

Hu Xiaobei reached his hand into the water, and a slightly cool touch spread from his fingertips.

He rubbed each leaf carefully, and water droplets splashed and slid down his arms.

The washed vegetables were neatly placed on the chopping board. Liu Xiaoli picked up the kitchen knife and turned the handle flexibly in her hand.

With a flick of the knife, he skillfully cut the potatoes into evenly thin slices and then into thin strips. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, and the collision of the blade with the chopping board made a very rhythmic "da da" sound.

Just as the small world of the kitchen was gradually being filled with the smell of smoke, the doorbell suddenly rang urgently, instantly breaking the busy harmony.

An Xiaoqian, who was idle, moved her ears, put down the doll she was playing with, and ran to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw that it was her godfather and amateur agent Cheng Jinfei who had rushed over.

An Xiaoqian asked in surprise, "Godfather, why are you here?"

Cheng Jinfei strode into the house with a perfect smile on his face.

His eyes flicked towards the busy kitchen, but he explained, "I was worried about you, so I came all the way here to take you to the plane."

At this moment, the two people in the kitchen finished their work and returned to the living room to rest for a while.

The food was still simmering in the pot, with wisps of hot steam rising and filling the room with a warm fragrance.

Cheng Jinfei seized the opportunity, coughed lightly, and walked to Hu Xiaobei seemingly casually, showing an appreciative smile and chatting with him.

Cheng Jinfei graduated from Renmin University and has a certain level of literary talent and business skills.

He has rich experience, and chatting with him is not boring, but rather makes people feel friendly.

This surprised Hu Xiaobei a little. You know, in the original time and space, the entertainment media's reports on him were basically negative.

As a man, Hu Xiaobei's feelings towards him were not only not good, but he even felt extremely disgusted.

However, reality gave Hu Xiaobei a solid slap in the face.

Because the contrast is too great.

After the two chatted for a few minutes, Cheng Jinfei subtly shifted the topic to Hu Xiaobei's work.

His eyes were filled with sincerity as he spoke, "Oh... your series of dialogues from ancient times to the present is truly remarkable!"

As he spoke, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes unconsciously widened, and he waved his hand lightly in the air, describing it vividly: "Many of my friends are following it. It's so profound, and it blends historical allusions and modern interpretations just right."

He paused slightly, his smile widened, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were squeezed out: "I have a very good friend who is a loyal fan of yours and really wants an autograph from you.

I thought... Aren’t you in the same school as Xixi? I ​​said, it’s just an autograph, how can it be difficult?
It was not until later, when I made some inquiries, that I realized that I had boasted too early!
Your signature is priceless, priceless, truly… difficult…”

These words were flawless and roundabout. They complimented Hu Xiaobei while making his meaning clear.

Hu Xiaobei had a gentle smile on his face, and a hint of shyness appeared in his eyes at the right time: "Mr. Cheng's friend is too kind, I really don't deserve it.

It's just that we have to catch a plane later, so time is a bit tight. Otherwise... I'll give you a set of signed books next time." Cheng Jinfei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hands vigorously, as if he was afraid of missing out on a good opportunity.

He leaned forward slightly, his posture modest, but he spoke very quickly: "How can I let you deliver it? If my friends knew about this, they would definitely scold me.

How about this, I'll have the book delivered right now, and I'll make sure it doesn't delay your trip." After a pause, seeing that Hu Xiaobei had no intention of objecting, he bowed slightly and quickly walked towards the balcony.

Then he quickly took out his cell phone and made several calls in a row. Only then did he let out a long sigh and slowly walked back into the house.

As the steaming hot meals were served on the table one after another, the four of them sat around and ate, laughter and joy echoed in the house, and time slipped away quietly in this harmonious atmosphere.

It was almost six in the afternoon when the doorbell rang again.

Cheng Jinfei's ears pricked up, he stood up and strode to open the door. It was his assistant who brought the book breathlessly.

Cheng Jinfei dismissed his assistant with a glance and returned to his original position with the book in his hands solemnly.

Hu Xiaobei took a quick look and, as expected, it was the collector's edition of "Dialogue between the Ancient and Modern Qin Empire".

He casually took the book and jokingly said, "To be able to get the collector's edition at this time... your friend... is not an ordinary person."

Cheng Jinfei couldn't say much, he could only smile and agree: "Oh, I'm so grateful... I'm so ashamed... I'm so ashamed.

We're really good friends, otherwise I wouldn't have the nerve to ask you this. It really is... sorry for the trouble." He then handed over a pen.

The two sides stopped talking and Hu Xiaobei said nothing more. He took the pen and gently opened the title page.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Is there anything you want to note in particular?"

Cheng Jinfei took a step closer, slightly surprised, and responded modestly: "Is this...appropriate?"

"It's not appropriate... You are Sissi's godfather, how can it be inappropriate?" Hu Xiaobei paused, and then gave a negative and positive tone to point out the direction.

Cheng Jinfei understood what he said, nodded, and gestured: "Here, I wonder if it would be convenient to write it down..."

Hu Xiaobei looked at the exquisite binding, smiled faintly, relaxed his brows, and started writing.

His handwriting now is vigorous yet free and easy, with each stroke carrying a unique charm, and is more casual and unrestrained than when he took the college entrance examination.

After a while, Cheng Jinfei carefully put away the collector's edition books.

He thanked me repeatedly, his eyes full of joy, and joked, "If my friend received this signed collector's edition, he would probably be happy for days."

Hu Xiaobei smiled indifferently: "Sorry for being so polite, it's just a small favor."

After some discussion, it was almost time, so everyone packed up.

Hu Xiaobei took the initiative to carry most of the luggage, and the two large suitcases seemed to have no weight in his hands.

If it weren't for the slightly bulging muscles on his arms, which showed his strength like hillocks, others might have thought that the two boxes were empty.

An Xiaoqian's eyes widened instantly, and her mouth unconsciously opened slightly into an O shape.

She subconsciously put her hand up to cover her mouth, but still couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xiaobei, you're too strong!"

Hu Xiaobei raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "It's not bad. For someone like you, I can only lift two."

"Hmph, you big braggart." An Xiaoqian looked unconvinced, picked up the laptop bag he had left on the table and followed him.

In a relaxed atmosphere, the group chatted and laughed as they went out, got in the car and headed for the airport.

The street scene outside the car window kept receding like a slide.

Hu Xiaobei looked out the window, his eyes gradually becoming empty, as if his thoughts were blown away by the wind outside the window.

　I have three more chances to flip the card this week. You can send some fan art of Sissi, and I will try to flip the card once for each person. The picture can be displayed after the latest chapter, and you can also get more than a hundred coins for free.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)