The male gods are vying to be my father

"Crack", that is the sound of the gas stove being ignited.

"哗啦", that is the sound of the underwater pot.

After about 1 minute or so, the water in the pot boiled.

People sat in the living room with their necks crooked, struggling to look into the kitchen, only to catch a glimpse of Rong Zhi's buttocks wrapped in a small floral apron.

Will the hot water splash on Squeaky's face?

This question is on the mind of almost everyone.

Finally, Jian Jun jumped up suddenly, and walked into the kitchen without saying a word.

Zhou Jing loosened his bow tie and stood up: "I'll go and have a look."

Yan Shihan also stood up.

Grandpa and Grandma couldn't bear it either.

Zhizhi never touched Yangchun water with his fingers before, although he said he could make noodles, but what if... what if the hot water overflowed?

……

Inside the kitchen.

Rong Zhi hummed softly.

"I have horns on my head~ I have a tail behind me~ No one knows how many secrets I have~"

"I am a little blue dragon, little blue dragon~"

He almost went to the plains of Siberia out of tune, but Rong Zhi didn't notice it at all.

He put down the shovel in his hand.

Then bent down and pulled out the noodles from the cabinet: "How much should I put?"

Rong Zhi muttered for a while, and suddenly, the phone rang.

Rong Zhi had no choice but to take out the phone.

And the water vapor in the pot floated up, quickly blurring the screen of the phone.

Rong Zhi had to turn around to answer the phone.

"Hello—" Rong Zhi's voice froze.

Yan Shihan, Zhou Jing, Jian Jun...

Grandpa and Grandma...

And Jiao Fei stretched his neck...

They all stared at him with burning eyes, as if they wanted to witness a gem conjured under his hands.

Rong Zhi was a little confused: "Are you all... hungry?"

Jiao Fei rushed forward, turned off the gas stove first, and then pressed Rong Zhi's shoulders with both hands, pushing him away: "Let me do it."

Rong Zhi struggled twice: "Wait... I'll make a phone call first."

"Hello." Rong Zhi let go of his hand covering the receiver of the phone.

"Zhizhi, what are you doing now?" Yue Zheng's voice came from the other end.

"...Get ready to cook the noodles."

"do it yourself?"

"Well."

"Be careful of burning your hands. If you want to eat, let Gu Xiaohai order it for you."

Rong Zhi said in a low voice, "No...today I'm going to make noodles for my grandpa and grandma."

"Have they arrived in Beijing?" Yue Zheng suddenly raised his voice.

"Ah."

Yue Zheng on the other end paused for a moment: "Don't do that too, be careful of burning your hands." After a pause again, Yue Zheng lowered his voice slightly and said, "The gloves you bought are very easy to use."

The voice was low, as if whispering to someone close to him.

All the white assistants beside Yue Zheng looked at him in surprise.

After all, he followed Yue Zheng all the year round, and the white assistant could understand some Chinese words.

For example, "gloves".

Is Mr. Yue boasting about his gloves?

The white assistant couldn't help but cast his gaze on Yue Zheng's hand.

But this pair of gloves looked childish and ridiculous, and the workmanship was quite ordinary, exuding an aura that was incompatible with Mr. Yue.

And Mr. Yue is still wearing it, walking past the company building, past the executive meeting...

The Caucasian assistant felt that Huaguo might have some kind of magic, and after staying there for a while, the aesthetics would be rapidly diminished by X10.

Yue Zheng is completely unaware that his aesthetics has been questioned.

He turned around and got out of the chair.

In fact, he didn't know why he made this call, but there was always a trace of reluctance, and he didn't want to hang up the phone so soon.

He racked his brains to think what he should say.

This room Rong Zhi didn't wait for Yue Zheng to speak again for a long time.

Are you waiting for him to say something?

"Do you need those socks?" Rong Zhi asked.

"want."

"Okay." Buy another pair of socks.Rong Zhi added another line to the shopping list in his heart.

Yan Shihan stared at Rong Zhi's serious conversation on the phone, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it Yue Zheng?"

Rong Zhi nodded.

Jian Jun followed closely and said, "I'm so hungry."

Zhou Jing also said: "It's time to eat."

Rong Zhi had to quickly end the call with Yue Zheng.

"I'll go ahead and cook the noodles first."

"..." Yue Zheng felt a little bored when he heard the beeping sound from the receiver.

Rong Zhi wouldn't end the call with him suddenly, probably because Yan Shihan or Zhou Jing were urging him.So, if Rong Zhi really made noodles...wouldn't it be cheaper for them?

Yue Zheng rubbed the glove, and the bear on the surface of the glove was deformed.

what.

Angry.

Rong Zhi finally failed to cook the noodles.

They didn't even want to watch Rong Zhi go near the boiling water.

Jiao Fei held up the noodles and asked, "Do you still eat noodles?"

"Eat." Yan Shihan responded.

Jiao Fei didn't wear an apron, turned around and neatly chopped two tomatoes, chopped green onion and garlic, then threw the noodles into the pot, cooked them, and put them in a bowl.

When Jiao Fei was about to pour out the noodle soup in the pot and boil some hot water and put it into a bowl, Jian Jun yelled, "Wait a minute."

Yan Shihan also added: "Just pour it into the bowl like this."

Jiao Fei couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Aren't Actor Yan and Jian Shen very particular?

He turned his head to look at Zhou Jing, and even looked at Rong Zhi's grandparents, and found that no one had any objections, as if the noodle soup was 500 million a pot, and it needed to be cherished and not wasted.

Jiao Fei held back his slander, and evenly divided the noodles and noodle soup.

The men immediately rolled up their sleeves and went out with their bowls on their own.

Rong Zhi was left behind, blinked, and had no choice but to take grandpa's with his left hand and grandma's with his right.

Wait until the noodle bowl is ready.

Zhou Haoqi put the food he brought on the table.

Compared to ordinary tomato and scallion noodles, these foods are much more hearty.

"Braised pork, deep-fried shrimp, Huadiao drunken chicken, tofu with crab powder, soft-shelled turtle with glutinous rice..." Rong Zhi glanced at each of them.

Grandpa Rong and Grandma Rong immediately showed surprise expressions, because these dishes are all the dishes they are used to eating in Shanghai.

The relationship between the few people in front of him and Zhizhi seems to be getting closer.

Rong Zhi sat down and didn't move.

After all, it has become his habit for men to help him peel shrimp, crab and shave fishbone.

But this time, the men did not act hastily.

Instead, they lowered their heads first and started eating noodles.

Grandpa Rong and Grandma Rong were worried that the noodles would get lumpy when they were cold, so they also hurriedly ate.

Rong Zhi had no choice but to chew the deep-fried prawns alone.

One after another stuffed into the mouth.

Zhou Haoqi looked greedy, but because Zhou Jing was beside him.The eldest brother didn't even move, does he dare to move?

Dare not dare.

Yan Shihan: "Squeaky noodles are delicious."

Zhou Jing: "The soup is especially delicious."

Jian Junyi: "Yes!"

Grandpa & Grandma: "Oh!"

Jiao Fei:? ? ?

Didn't he cook the noodles?

Yan Shihan licked his lips, put down his chopsticks, and You Qi said with satisfaction: "Zhi Zhi's pot of water boiled very well."

Zhou Jing's praise is also very sincere: "The taste of the noodle soup is just right."

Jian Junyi: "Yes!"

Grandpa & Grandma: "Oh!"

Jiao Fei almost lost his temper.

He thought he was on the scene of "A Bite of China"!

The water in the boiling pot has reached the point of fine nectar and jade dew!

After eating the noodles, they began to enjoy other food.

The men caught a glimpse of Rong Zhi slowly peeling the shrimp shells, and wished they could replace it with their hands, but because of Rong's grandpa and grandma, they couldn't show too close to Rong Zhi.

If their identities were revealed, perhaps the two old men would be scared away.

After all, in the vast world, no matter how strange it is, I have never seen a wholesale father...

Under the pampering of this period of time.

Rong Zhi's hand speed for peeling shrimp was severely impaired.

By the time he finished his meal slowly, it was almost an hour later.

The men gave presents to their grandparents.

Yan Shihan and Jian Jun used the names of seniors in the industry, while Zhou Jing used Zhou Haoqi's name. After all, with Rong Zhi's identity, it is difficult to get in touch with people of Zhou Jing's age and class.

Grandpa Rong and Grandma Rong didn't show any doubts either, they were completely immersed in the joy of getting many autographs.

Although the two don't know much about the entertainment industry, they usually watch TV dramas and movies.

In a blink of an eye, most of the day was gone.

Grandma Rong pushed her glasses and asked, "Does Xiao Zhou not have to work?"

Hearing "Xiao Zhou", Zhou Haoqi couldn't help shivering.

Guan Zhoujing shouted that last time, but now the grass on the grave is three meters high.

But Zhou Jing's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "Well, it's time to go back."

Yan Shihan and Jian Junyi had no choice but to say in unison: "We should go too, and we will visit you two again some other day."

After all, this was agreed early in the morning, if you want to leave, you have to go together.

They cannot stay long, lest they arouse suspicion.

Rong Zhi hurriedly got up to see them off.

Just take two steps to digest food.

When Rong Zhi was the last one to step out the door, the living room became silent again in an instant.

Only grandpa and grandma were left in the room, which looked somewhat empty.

"Zhizhi didn't have so many friends before." Grandma Rong whispered.

"The friends around him should also be young actors in the small crew." Grandpa Rong followed suit.

"They...why are they so close to Zhizhi?"

Grandpa was silent.

It's been a long time.

Grandpa Rong took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with a cotton cloth, and then said in a low voice: "Could it be the person Qingqing mentioned?"

Qingqing is their daughter.

Grandma Rong frowned.

No one answered his question.

There was a sudden "squeak" from the door.

Rong Zhi pushed the door open and entered.

"Zhi Zhi, what do you want for supper today? Grandma is going to buy ingredients." Grandma Rong asked immediately.

"Grandpa took you to read books. Grandpa brought a lot of documents." Grandpa Rong followed closely.

"I want meat glutinous rice balls for supper." Rong Zhi responded first, and then said: "Okay, grandpa."

But after entering the study, Rong Zhi first turned on the computer and drew a lottery.

However, because too many prizes were put into the prize pool this time, and too many people participated in adding prizes, the number of reposts reached 9999W+ in just a few days.Of course, it may not be more than 9999W, but this is the upper limit that Weibo can currently display.

So, on the way of Rong Zhi's lottery draw.

Weibo is paralyzed.

The news of "Rong Zhi Lucky Draw Causes Weibo to Paralyze" seemed to have grown wings again, flying all over the major portal websites and gossip forums.

As long as he makes a few more good works, Rong Zhi can almost become a "phenomenal artist".

No matter who appreciates Rong Zhi or is jealous of Rong Zhi, they all have to admit that Rong Zhi has such an enviable future!

And when these people secretly lamented jealousy.

Rong Zhi was still biting the hard candy.

Bang, bang.

"Why hasn't it been loaded yet... Isn't it smooth to draw a prize?"

Rong Zhi let out a long breath, and lay down on the table, his side face was instantly crushed by the flat table.

The light and shadow of the desk lamp on the right fell on his face, making his face more beautiful, like an angel or a devil.

The author has something to say: Dads: Wuwuwuzhizhi really knows how to boil water!

Jiao Fei:? ? ?

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He touched his chest, but fortunately, he kept it.