The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 141 Payable
Even the rain does not know the end of summer, and only when it is sunny can I feel that autumn is deep.

After several days of continuous rain in the imperial capital, it finally cleared up, so Yang Zhu could finally enjoy the blue sky without affecting the factory operation in Yiyu area;
I have to say that the mid-autumn sun is really basking comfortably, but it really is a layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness, so I should add layers of clothes.

Just when Daguan Yang was sitting in front of the window like a little old man basking in the sun while writing the script with his hands stuck, a small head suddenly popped in: "Master!"

Yang Zhu saw the little apprentice he hadn't seen for a while, and said with a smile, "You little girl, do you finally remember to visit your master?"

The little fairy laughed and said, "Isn't it that you've been busy with publicity all this time?"

Yang Zhu glared at her angrily: "Come on, after filming, there will be at least three months of rest time, and I haven't seen you coming to Xie An, Master."

The little fairy sticks out her tongue, smiles a little embarrassedly, then does not know what to think of, and draws circles with her right foot evasively;
When Yang Zhu saw her action, he reflexively got a little dizzy; this girl, does she have something to ask of herself?

Arrange roles?

No, "Zhu Xian" hasn't finished painting yet, how can there be such a hurry, besides, didn't the little girl say that she would not take any more dramas in half a year when it was finished?
Is it writing songs?
That's not right, this girl's voice dared to yell a few words in KTV, and based on her understanding of herself, she would never dare to be distracted after choosing the path of film actor.

What would that be?

Yang Zhu looked at her suspiciously, um, this thin gray dress still looks good on the little girl.

The senior official glanced at it twice, feeling a little bit embarrassed, and before he knew it, his little apprentice turned out to be a big girl too.

In a daze, Yang Zhu felt that his daughter had grown up and could get married. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or reluctant.

Seeing Yang Zhu staring at her in a daze, the little fairy couldn't help but feel shy, but she also felt a little bit more secretly happy.

"No, master, this is the porridge I made for you;"

"In the past few months, I have nothing to do at home, so I learned some cooking skills by myself. Would you like to try?"

Liu Feifei ran to the door, lifted a small incubator from the ground, put it on the table, took out a light pink kitty cat porridge pot from it, opened the lid, and took out a chopsticks and spoon box of the same color, and put it in front of Yang Zhu .

Yang Zhu sweated a lot. It seems that this porridge pot is also insulated. What does your old man mean by putting it in an incubator, double insulated?

With an uneasy heart, Yang Zhu shrank back. Can you rest assured of this girl's craftsmanship?
Could it be that she scolded her too fiercely during the filming a long time ago, so she deliberately ran over to poison her today?

Seeing Yang Zhu's expression of disbelief, the little fairy turned into anger from embarrassment: "Master, I have practiced this porridge at home for more than a month, and it tastes very good!"

Yang Zhu glanced at her suspiciously. This thing depends entirely on talent. If you really don't have talent, practicing for a year will be in vain.

And there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that you little girl has never cooked at all, how can you tell me to believe in your cooking?

But looking at his little apprentice with anticipation in his eyes, Yang Zhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward. Anyway, it was the apprentice's wish, so he just drank a sip or two. It's a big deal, and he will buy some montmorillonite powder to prepare with.

"Flower maw and scallop porridge?"

Yang Zhu looked at her with some doubts, this kind of porridge that female stars love to drink, how dare you say that you didn't use me to try the dishes! ?
He took out a spoon and stirred it inside, and the bright yellow egg shreds, the white and white meat pillars, and the deep oily yellow fleshy maw appeared in Yang Zhu's eyes;
Well, it seems that the material is not bad, especially this fish maw, it is not common to see good products of this thickness.

took a sip,
Huh?The taste is really good, super fresh!
Hulahula planed twice, Yang Zhu asked in surprise:

"Girl, what kind of broth did you use to make it so fresh?"

Liu Feifei breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then said a little proudly: "The soup is made with native chicken, pork thigh bones, and fish bones. It took me all night!"

Yang Zhu was stunned, no wonder, turned over the porridge, except for a little rice oil, there was almost no oil soup with other ingredients;

"Did you filter the broth layer by layer with gauze?"

Liu Feifei said with a smile: "The pot in our house is relatively small, and the spoon can't shake the oil on the broth, so we can only wash it with gauze and filter it layer by layer. It wastes a lot of gauze!"

Yang Zhu nodded in satisfaction, his little apprentice really put his heart into it, he was really filial!
The porridge pot looks small, but the porridge inside is not too small. After Yang Zhu drank it, he felt warm alone, and the slight coldness in his body disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the little fairy putting away the porridge proudly, Yang Zhu rubbed his stomach, and then remembered:

"Where's your mother? Why didn't you come here?"

Liu Feifei asked curiously, "What do you need from my mother?"

Yang Zhu shook his head: "No, I'm just curious. It's rare for your mother to let you go out alone after leaving the film crew."

The little fairy was a little displeased, and pursed her mouth: "I'm already an adult, okay? Why do you all still treat me like a child?"

Yang Zhu rolled his eyes at her angrily: "Even if you are a little girl in your seventies, in Master's eyes, you are still a child!"

The little fairy pouted, hummed twice, and then said: "My mother has been talking with Daoguo and Bangziguo about the introduction of "Zhu Xian" for the past two days, and she has no time to accompany me, so I came here alone I’m looking for you, Master.”

Yang Zhu was a little curious: "Did your mother look for them, or did they come here by themselves?"

The little fairy was a little speechless: "Master, do you never care about the box office of your own movies?"

""Zhu Xian" has been released for 18 days so far, and the box office has reached nearly 16 billion,"

"Such a good result, people will definitely come to them. Anyway, it is different from Europe and the United States. East Asia and Southeast Asia belong to half of the Chinese cultural circle. They are very interested in these fairy tale movies."

Yang Zhu smiled embarrassingly. He really didn't care about the box office, but this result was a bit beyond his expectations. I thought it would be good to reach 15 billion by the time the picture was drawn. It just happened to be a state of small profits after capital preservation .

Thinking that even if the secret key is not extended, the next 12 days of this movie will be pure profit, and there will be overseas income. It seems that when the account is divided, there will be a large amount of money in my account, enough for myself to eat roast chicken ass every day up.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhu was in a good mood: "Come on, Feifei, master treats you to tea!"

Liu Feifei wanted to roll her eyes at first, but when she came to Master's place, drinking tea is a natural thing, why did she use the word "please".

It wasn't until she saw Yang Zhu carefully taking out a cake of Qizi cakes with tattered tissue paper from the innermost part of the cabinet that Liu Feifei gasped in surprise. This appearance... Could it be the legendary "antique tea"?
Yang Zhu looked at his little apprentice's surprised expression, and smiled triumphantly: "This is Pu'er that has been hidden for more than 30 years, and it has been matured for a long time; even if it can't be called an antique tea, it's not much worse."

Liu Feifei asked curiously: "Master, where did you get this tea? Pu'er that has been stored for more than 30 years is hard to find."

Yang Zhu said with a smile: "It's your master, I bet with Mr. Chen, he lost to the master, a full two cakes!"

Then, he talked about the thing about his acting skills at the beginning, and then he couldn't do it.

The little fairy looked at her master's triumphant look, and couldn't help being amused: "Master, you are really bad enough, Teacher Chen, don't you feel sorry for him to death?"

While prying the tea carefully, Yang Zhu hummed and said with a smile: "That is, when Mr. Chen brought the tea, that look... You didn't see it, so you almost cried while hugging these two cakes of tea."

The little fairy laughed loudly: "Well, if I have a chance, I will also find two pu'er cakes that have been transformed from raw to cooked, and bring them to you, Master."

Yang Zhu was overjoyed, and even praised the value of his apprentice, and gave away all kinds of good words without money;

Liu Feifei was also very happy. Since she knew her master, it was the first time she was praised like this, and she almost felt embarrassed.

After Yang Zhu washed two courses of tea, he shared a cup with Liu Feifei, then carefully picked up his handmade cup, admired the oily brown-red tea soup, and took a sip;
Well, it is extremely mellow, and there is no more astringency. At the first entrance, the taste is slightly similar to that of cooked tea, but when it is rolled in the tongue cavity, the bitter feeling of raw tea comes out. After the contact, the cheeks were instantly cool, and the body fluid could not stop being secreted.

“Good tea!”

"It's probably from Brown's area, but it's a bit hard to tell which hill it is from."

Yang Zhu got out of his body, shook his head like an old pedant, and enjoyed the cup of tea soup in small sips. It took a full minute to finish the cup of tea in his hand.

Liu Feifei just felt that the tea was pretty good, but she couldn't understand her master's fascination as if she had taken Wushisan.

Seeing that Yang Zhu had finally returned to normal, Liu Feifei hesitated for a moment before asking: "Master, can I ask you something?"

Yang Zhu was a little strange: "What is it, you are so hesitant."

Liu Feifei asked cautiously: "That's...that poem, was it written by you, Master?"

Yang Zhu didn't react immediately: "What poem?"

Liu Feifei was a little anxious: "It's that song "That Day, That Month, That Year"."

Yang Zhu snorted: "I didn't write that, it was written by Tsangyang Gyatso."

Liu Feifei pursed her mouth: "Master lied, I asked someone to ask, Tsangyang Gyatso never wrote this poem at all."

When Yang Zhu saw her expression, he knew that this girl must have inquired about the news from the little white rabbit;
First, he secretly disliked the big mouth of Little White Rabbit, and then used his previous rhetoric: "The original author is indeed Tsangyang Gyatso, but I translated it N years ago and changed it randomly, so it became It’s like this.”

Liu Feifei didn't believe it at all. After she found out the news, she immediately went to buy the collection of poems by Tsangyang Gyatso. She searched through the book, but she didn't find a single sentence related to this poem.

Immediately asked: "Master, which poem did you translate it from?"

Yang Zhu almost couldn't help rolling his eyes, I don't know, I haven't read Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection carefully.

So he casually said: "It's been a while, I forgot, it seems to be Love Poem Nineteen, or Love Poem Nine? I don't remember clearly."

Anyway, in order to check the information at the beginning, Yang Zhu only had a little impression of this poem. I remember that there was a "nine" in the back.

Liu Feifei thought about it seriously: "Love Poem Nineteen?"

"Floating life passes away like lightning in an instant, and the painting building fails to live up to the popularity of the beauty; I don't know if we will meet again in the next life, but Mo Shangfeng is still young?"

"No, this song is not right."

"Is that Love Poem Nine?"

"Hmm... I remember something like this: I want to lean on the green window to be with you, but I regret that I have gone wrong in this life; I want to go to the jungle with a bowl, but I feel sorry for the beauty."

"This song is not right either!"

Looking at the little apprentice with doubts written all over his face, Yang Zhu was a little bit broken. You are so busy with your old man, you actually memorized Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection?
If you have this time, why don't you do something, for example...help me find two cakes and good tea for my teacher?

So he coughed and said, "I've said it all, it's been a while, I really can't remember."

"Perhaps, I randomly picked out a few lines from many poems and kneaded them together casually,"

"You know, master, when I write lyrics, I often have to turn over sentences from a mess of books. Maybe I remembered it wrong. I didn't change it from Cangyang Gyatso's poetry collection, but from other poetry collections. .”

The little fairy pursed her mouth and said nothing, just staring at Yang Zhu;

Daguan Yang has a huge head, and this girl is doing this trick again, miss, you are already an adult, okay, don't make a childish expression at every turn, will it work?

After more than ten seconds, Mr. Yang finally lost the battle: "My good disciple, what I said is true, what exactly do you need to believe in being a teacher?"

The little fairy looked like a girl seeing through your appearance, and hummed: "Such a good poem, master, why are you timid and refusing to admit that you wrote it?"

Official Yang thought to himself, how many brushes do I have that I don't know?
Regardless of whether my skin is not thick enough, even if I really don't have to be shameless and admit that I wrote this poem,
After that, do you still want to be quiet for half a minute? Various poetry associations and literary associations will come to your door every minute to ask you for advice. Believe it or not?
After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and sighed: "My dear disciple, as a teacher, you never lie;"

"I remembered, I remember that I really changed a poem based on Tsangyang Gyatso's work, which is the last two lines of the love poem Nineteen;"

"If you don't believe me, let me read it to you?"

Looking at his apprentice's suspicious and curious eyes, Yang Zhu was a bit of a Muggle, and he thought about it for a while, let her go, let's deal with it first, and said in his heart: "Ms. Tan Xiaojing, I'm sorry!"

Then he cleared his throat and looked like he was struggling to remember:

"Ah...it seems like this;"

"You see, or you don't see me;

I'm there

neither sad nor happy
you miss me or don't miss me
love is there

not coming or going
you love or don't love me
love is there

no increase or decrease
you follow or not follow me
my hand is in your hand
never give up
come into my arms

Or

let me live in your heart
love silently
silence;

joy……"

After Liu Feifei finished listening, there was a hint of fascination on her face;
After a while, he came back to his senses, although his face returned to calm, but the suspicion in his heart became stronger;

Although the poem that Master called "reformation" has a slight relationship with the second half of Cangyang Gyatso's Love Poem [-] at first glance, after a little taste, I found that it is not the case at all!

This is obviously a brand new work.

But looking at the slightly timid expression on her master's face, she suddenly thought of something.

I almost forgot that my master is super invincible and afraid of trouble,
It must be that he didn't want to be disturbed by all kinds of people after becoming famous, so he just found a reason to deal with people.

Feeling that she had seen through the truth, Liu Conan Feifei smiled obediently: "Master is really amazing. After you make such a change, this poem by Cangyang Gyatso has more flavor."

But he was secretly laughing in his heart. The master probably thought that he grew up in the United States and was not familiar with Chinese poetry, so he thought he could fool around.

Yang Zhu laughed, babbled a few words casually, telling her not to spread the word, and then changed the subject;
secretly let out a long sigh of relief;

Fortunately, my little apprentice grew up in the United States and should not be very familiar with poetry, otherwise he would be exposed.

At the same time, I secretly swore in my heart that if I [compose poems] in the future, I will be a grandson! ! !
Suddenly, Yang Zhu remembered something and changed the topic: "Feifei, there is something I suggest you deal with quickly."

Seeing her master's serious expression, the little fairy hurriedly asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Yang Zhu stared at her, and said word by word: "Hurry up and change your nationality back to Huaxia!"

Little Fairy:? ? ? ?
(End of this chapter)