After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

Not only the heroine and her male bestie, Lu Rong even experienced the perspectives of the heroine's friends, the protagonist's parents, and college roommates during her repeated readings.

As we try to figure out the Huai Yunjian in their minds, a flesh-and-blood image is created from nothing between the lines.

With these impressions, Lu Rong finally put himself into the perspective of the protagonist, and suddenly he had a sense of clarity as if the clouds had been cleared and the moon was revealed.

The constructed flesh and blood was possessed by a soul, and he could even feel the psychological motivations behind Huai Yunjian's every action. Lu Rong picked up his pen and made circles and dots on his notebook, recording all the fleeting inspirations one by one.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the passage of time. Perhaps the tall buildings outside the window were still brightly lit, giving the boy the wrong signal.

On the first day of staying in, Jing Xian was worried that Lu Rong would not be able to get used to the sleep, so he got up late at night to check on her.

Sure enough, the light shone through the gap under the door, telling the man that someone in the room was over-consuming his sleep.

Jing Xian raised his eyebrows. He couldn't do anything about it when they were in the Lu family compound. Now that she's living in his house, can't he do anything about it?

Looking at the time, it was two o'clock in the morning. Jing Xian knocked on the door. The sound made Lu Rong's hand, which was writing furiously, pause slightly.

"Brother, what's wrong?" The boy's innocent face showed no sign of realizing

"Xiao Rong, go to bed." Jing Xian walked in from behind the door and looked at the piles of documents and densely packed notebooks on his desk with a condemning look on his face.

The man has always had the habit of sleeping naked at home. Because Lu Rong was moving in, he bought several pajamas online in advance.

Today he was wearing a white base with a black kitten painted on it. His hair was messy and he looked very undignified.

In the past, he would have fallen asleep by this time, but tonight, realizing that Xiaorong was right next to him, separated from him by only a wall, he inexplicably couldn't fall asleep.

When I came over to take a look, I found someone who had stayed up late.

Lu Rong was driven to the bed and covered with a quilt right under Jing Xian's eyes, which made the man's expression relax.

Staying up late is overdrawing your energy and spirit. You and I in front of the screen should not stay up late. If you do, I will update more!

Lu Rong's eyelids began to tremble as they touched the soft mattress, and soon she indulged herself in an endless dream.

Because he watched too many rose-flavored dramas before going to bed, he began to have beautiful dreams with the scent of roses.

When he woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Lu Rong got up to wash up and suddenly heard the sound of ping-pong coming from the kitchen.

When I looked over, it was indeed Brother Jing who was cooking.

He walked quickly into the living room in his slippers. The dining table faced the kitchen, on which was a cup of warm milk and a white bread with unknown filling.

"Is Xiaorong awake? Have breakfast on the table first, and we'll go to the company for lunch at noon." Jing Xian's voice came through the window, a little distorted.

"Okay, bro, what are you doing?"

The boy didn't ask why Jing Xian hadn't gone to work at this time, because he had long been accustomed to the fact that men could appear in various places at any time, but it was not easy for them to appear in the office.

He has seen through the fact that someone doesn't like going to work!

"I'm making steamed buns. I can't have Uncle Wang's breakfast these days, so I'll make some for myself."

Jing Xian is particularly dissatisfied with the surrounding food and restaurant circle.

Obviously, food circulation is more convenient than before in the suburbs, but the food produced is not up to standard in various aspects. Either it is simply not tasty, or the delicious food is too stiff, as if something is added.

The breakfast sector is particularly hard hit, with very few stores selling authentic handmade products.

"Xiao Rong, drink the milk quickly. It won't be fresh if it's kept for too long." Jing Xian urged. He just found out not long ago that sweet soy milk contains a lot of sugar, and drinking too much is not very healthy.

So he changed to milk, which was fresh milk specially customized for the ranch. It was really delicious to have a glass each in the morning and before bed.

After responding, Lu Rong picked up the seemingly ordinary milk, and his eyes narrowed the moment he took a sip.

A rich and mellow milky aroma instantly spreads in the mouth. This milky aroma is not overly strong, but a delicate and long-lasting fragrance.

Its sweetness is just right, not too sweet, but still has a natural sweetness.

He originally wanted to take a bite of bun and sip of milk, but he drank the milk in one gulp and even burped.

The buns were also delicious. Lu Rong recognized Uncle Wang’s craftsmanship at once and suddenly became curious about Brother Jing’s craftsmanship.

He walked into the kitchen, where the man seemed to be kneading dough, his strong and powerful arms were particularly eye-catching.

Jing Xian's arms have smooth lines, and his muscles are firm but not exaggerated. As he kneads the dough, the tendons on his forearms bulge slightly, containing just the right amount of strength.

Looking from the back, he seemed to be wearing an apron. His waist was straight and tight, and the perfect proportions of narrow waist and broad shoulders were more prominent against the backdrop of the apron.

It was a very handsome back view, but Lu Rong’s attention was all attracted by the man’s pajamas.

It was too late yesterday and he didn't look carefully. Today he discovered that there was not only a cartoon black cat squatting on Brother Jing's pajamas' belly, but also another one with bared fangs and claws on his butt.

Lu Rong: “…” I don’t know why, but I really want to take a picture…

Rongrong's hand: (eager to move) Brother Jing probably didn't notice it, so Lu Rong didn't remind him. She just took a picture quietly, and then walked forward to watch as if nothing had happened.

When he arrived, the flour in the ceramic basin had already blended with the water to form fine flocs.

Jing Xian kneaded the dough vigorously. The dough was constantly turned and squeezed under his powerful palms until it became smooth and elastic.

He gently covered the kneaded dough with a wet cloth and set it aside to wait for it to ferment.

Taking advantage of this gap, the man began to prepare the stuffing.

The fresh pork is finely chopped into minced meat, and the onion, ginger and garlic are also chopped into fine pieces and put into a bowl.

Then, he added appropriate amounts of salt, light soy sauce, cooking wine, sesame oil and a little white sugar, and stirred clockwise to allow the filling to fully absorb the flavor of the seasoning.

Somehow Lu Rong became fascinated by the show. He moved a stool and sat on the counter opposite, propping up his face and watching.

The fermented dough has expanded to about twice its volume and has a honeycomb shape inside.

Jing Xian put the dough on the chopping board again and kneaded it into long strips, then cut it into evenly sized pieces. He used a rolling pin to roll each piece into a round dough that was thick in the middle and thin at the edges.

He picked up a piece of dough, put in an appropriate amount of fillings, lightly pinched the edge of the dough with his fingers, and starting from one side, folded and closed it little by little, and a beautiful bun gradually took shape.

The man's movements were smooth and skillful, which made Lu Rong want to try it as well. It was funny to say that he had never cooked a meal in his three lifetimes.

"Brother, I also want to try making buns."