Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 97 Dinner
The warm yellow light is like a layer of soft gauze, delicately reflected on the dishes.

Although they were just some home-cooked dishes, under Hu Xiaobei's meticulous cooking, each dish looked like a carefully crafted work of art, emitting curls of hot steam.

The appetizing aroma slowly penetrates into the nasal cavity, instantly activating the taste buds and making people salivate.

Liu Xiaoli walked out of the room slowly, her face still showing some weakness after the illness.

But the moment he saw the sumptuous meal on the table, his dull eyes were instantly brightened, and he was filled with emotion: "Xiaobei, thank you for your hard work, you made so many delicious dishes."

Her voice was a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide the warmth and gratitude in it.

An Xiaoqian quickly moved closer to Liu Xiaoli, her eyes full of flattery, and she asked for credit: "Mom, I helped too."

After saying that, she gently pulled out the chair, held her mother's arms with both hands, and carefully let her mother sit down.

Looking at her daughter who was deliberately flattering her, Liu Xiaoli smiled dotingly and slowly swept her eyes over the three dishes and one soup.

She asked uncertainly, "Okay...Xixi, you've worked hard too. Did you make this scrambled eggs with spinach?"

An Xiaoqian seemed to be under a spell, her eyes slightly open, her mouth slightly parted. After a pause, she stammered, "Originally...Originally, I wanted to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but Xiaobei didn't buy tomatoes, so...I didn't make scrambled eggs."

After saying that, she deliberately glared at Hu Xiaobei, as if Hu Xiaobei was restricting her performance.

Liu Xiaoli knew her daughter's cooking skills very well, so she looked at the other dishes.

Stir-fried shrimp with leeks, stir-fried black fungus with yam, and mutton stew with angelica and ginger, the color and presentation of each dish are exquisite and it doesn't look like they were made by the daughter at all.

Seeing that the situation was not good, An Xiaoqian quickly picked up a bowl of white rice and handed it to her mother with a bright smile on her face. She emphasized: "Mom, try this bowl of rice, it's very delicious."

Liu Xiaoli didn't have much of an appetite to begin with, so how could she have any appetite when she saw rice?

But when he saw his daughter's eyes full of expectation and eagerness looking at him, his heart softened all of a sudden.

She really couldn't bear to disappoint her daughter, so she picked up a few grains of rice, put them in her mouth and chewed them without any taste.

Hu Xiaobei was standing by and saw it all.

His eyes were full of concern. He really couldn't bear to see Liu Xiaoli, who was ill, say or do things against her will, so he quickly interrupted and said, "Auntie, you are still ill and your body is weak. Why don't you try this angelica, ginger and lamb stew? It's very nourishing."

As he spoke, he bent his body slightly, leaned forward, picked up the soup spoon steadily with one hand and gently inserted it into the casserole.

The other hand gently grasped the edge of the soup bowl and carefully filled it with a bowl of mutton stew full of ingredients.

In an instant, a rich and mellow aroma accompanied by billowing hot steam hit my face, and the fragrance was so strong that it seemed to fill the entire room.

Liu Xiaoli just sniffed it lightly, and a warm feeling rose in her stomach, and she suddenly felt hungry.

She put down the rice in her hand with a sense of relief, took the mutton pot with both hands, her eyes full of anticipation.

She blew away the hot air gently, then scooped up a spoonful of mutton and soup with a spoon and slowly put it into her mouth.

The lamb is tender and juicy, melting in your mouth, and the broth is rich, spicy, and heart-warming.

Liu Xiaoli narrowed her eyes slightly, a satisfied look appeared on her face, and she tasted it with enjoyment.

An Xiaoqian was watching from the side, not willing to be outdone. She moved as fast as lightning, quickly stretched out her chopsticks, accurately picked up a chopstick of fried shrimp with leeks, and gently shook off the soup on it.

Then he put it steadily in Liu Xiaoli's bowl, with a childish competitive look on his face and a smug smile: "Mom, you eat this, it goes well with rice."

Then, she looked at Liu Xiaoli with anticipation, blinking from time to time, as if waiting for something.

Seeing Liu Xiaoli finish her dishes and pick up some rice to put into her mouth, she couldn't wait to move forward, her voice revealing a hint of nervousness and anticipation: "How is Mom? Is the rice delicious?"

The delicious taste of the mutton pot and fried shrimp with leeks came to Liu Xiaoli's mind. She smiled and nodded, and responded softly: "Well, the dishes taste very good... It's just right with rice." She hesitated for a moment, and seeing her daughter's expression, although she didn't finish her words, she still forced herself to add a sentence.

After getting her mother's approval, An Xiaoqian immediately felt like she was doing fine again.

She puffed out her chest, turned her head deliberately, and glanced at Hu Xiaobei with a smug look on her face, full of provocation.

Seeing her like this, Hu Xiaobei kept a straight face, but secretly complained in his heart: "Childish!"

He picked up a piece of jade-white yam with a sharp eye and placed it gracefully into Liu Xiaoli's bowl. He said gently, "Auntie, you've eaten too much meat. Have some yam to help you feel better."

An Xiaoqian curled her lips, glared at Hu Xiaobei, and muttered, "Hmph, childish! Even if yam is good for relieving greasiness, it can never compare to rice."

Hu Xiaobei pointed directly at An Xiaoqian's weak spot and said, "Why don't you eat more rice and set a good example?"

An Xiaoqian opened her mouth slightly and was about to agree stubbornly, but when the words came to her lips, she thought of her small stomach, which could not hold much food. If she ate too much rice, she would not be able to eat much vegetables.

After all, it has only been a few days since we finished the nutritious meals, and the filming in the past two days has mainly relied on the crew's working meals, which are not delicious at all.

It's rare that Hu Xiaobei is cooking today, so how can I not eat more?

Thinking of this, she curled her lips and changed her words abruptly: "Humph, childish."

Hu Xiaobei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking to himself: This little brat just loves to show off, look at me making the final kill.

So he teased her again, "Who said it couldn't compare to rice?"

An Xiaoqian glared at Hu Xiaobei and thought to herself: Hu Xiaobei, you just keep holding on to my words and trying to embarrass me, right?

Then she turned her face away in anger and started to play tricks: "Humph, you deliberately misinterpreted my words, I won't be fooled, I want to eat now."

In fact, she knew in her heart that what she had just said was somewhat untenable, but she just didn't want to admit defeat in front of Hu Xiaobei.

What's more, those delicious dishes are right in front of you, exuding fragrance and constantly casting a spell of temptation.

Her stomach had already begun to protest and she couldn't wait to taste the delicious food.

So she retorted while stretching her arm impatiently, and the chopsticks in her hand quickly reached towards the scrambled eggs with spinach.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help laughing as she watched the two bickering. Her eyes curved into crescents, and her face was filled with happiness. "You two, stop making trouble. Let's eat slowly together."

The night deepened outside the window, and the cold wind gently blew through the window, but inside the house it was warm like spring, and the lights were swaying.

The three of them sat around and ate, laughing and talking from time to time. Warmth slowly enveloped them, quietly driving away the slightest chill.

The next morning, Group B made temporary adjustments externally and took half a day off internally.

Hu Xiaobei cooked again in An Xiaoqian's suite, and the three of them enjoyed a delicious lunch.

It was not until the afternoon that Group B set off for the Peacock River to film the scene where Xiaolongnu fantasizes about floating on the water and paddling with her clothes.

As long as these scenes capture the beauty of the people and scenery, they are basically done.

In addition, it is also necessary to shoot the scene after Xiaolongnu enters the water, which is a bit of a test for An Xiaoqian.

The weather is getting colder now. It rained and snowed in Jiuzhaigou a few days ago, and the temperature in Hanoi is even lower.

It would be fine if the shooting time of this water scene was short, but if it took any longer, An Xiaoqian would definitely catch a cold.

(End of this chapter)