Locked by my childhood sweetheart's junior

It's funny to say, there's no guarantee about Da Xia's response and whether he can make money, but Ji Chen has already made up his mind to make a second film. In his words, even if he pays for it out of his own pocket, he will be fine.

This kind of attitude can't help but make people awe-inspiring. Gu Kai was just listening to the chat between the two casually, but he couldn't help but interject at this time, "Mr. Ji, if you still need me in the second part, you can call me at any time." , Even if there is no salary, no ratings, I don’t care, I just want to make a good drama, and nothing else is important.”

Ji Chen looked at him appreciatively, "Xiao Gu has a heart, and I can't run away from you." He then turned his head and knocked on the table, "And Kevin too, remember to give me a spare time when the time comes, don't refuse .”

Of course Tong Muhan would not refuse, and said with a smile, "Okay, as long as Teacher Ji doesn't dislike me for being an old face occupying the position."

Ji Chen was very satisfied when he got two replies in a row. He turned his head to look at Zhou Zhiheng again, and Zhou Zhiheng said without his asking, "I will invest money."

Ji Chen immediately patted Wang Xuehai's shoulder with a smile, "Look, there are people and money, isn't everything wrong with this solved?"

Few people at this time didn't know how much turmoil their decision at this moment would cause in the film and television industry in the next few years. After that, new broadcast modes became popular. No matter how the times change, the audience's desire for high-quality dramas will never change Reduced, the popularity of Chinese TV dramas in Asia has come again after 50 years.

A few days after the Golden Indus Award Ceremony, Huaguo's New Year is coming, Tong Muhan finishes all work and returns home to spend time with his mother.

He gave Aunt Rong and the nurse a ten-day vacation, and the house suddenly became deserted, but there was still cold food, no, now the little golden retriever named Coco was jumping around, and he didn't think the room was too quiet.

Although there are only two people in the Tong family, there are still things to prepare, such as posting Spring Festival couplets, New Year's Eve dinner and cleaning. Tong Muhan does all these things himself, and he is extremely busy.

On the night of New Year's Eve, Tong Muhan was chopping dumpling stuffing under the guidance of his mother, when his doorbell suddenly rang.

Tong Muhan looked out through the cat's eyes, and was surprised to find that the person standing at the door was Zhou Zhiheng who was dusty and covered with snowflakes on his shoulders.

Startled, he quickly opened the door to let people in. "Why are you here?"

Zhou Zhiheng came over quietly, without a bodyguard or assistant. He carried a bunch of gifts and said with a smile, "I'm here to give you New Year's greetings."

"Nonsense, there is no New Year's greeting in thirty." Tong Muhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stretched out his hand to brush the snowflakes off his shoulders, and he looked at Zhou Zhiheng's pale face with some distress. "Come here as soon as you come, and don't wear more clothes. What will you do next time if you really get sick?"

"Xiaohui, who's here?" Xi Juan shouted from the kitchen.

"It's Zhiheng." Tong Muhan took the trench coat that Zhou Zhiheng took off, hung it on the drying rack, and brought him to the warm dining room, stuffed him with a cup of strong ginger tea before he felt relieved.

Xi Juan was as surprised as his son, and came out and said, "Why is Xiao Zhou here?"

"Auntie, my dad and the others went to South America for the Chinese New Year, and left me alone to look after the house. Today, I gave the helpers a break. I thought it was boring to be alone, so I came to your house to have dinner." Zhou Zhiheng smiled slightly , "Running so abruptly, won't it bother you?"

"No way, we are so lively when you come." Xi Juan was very happy, "Xiao Zhou, you can just sit down. Xiaohui and I are still making dumplings. You can watch TV for a while, and the meal will probably take more time." An hour is fine."

"It's so embarrassing, let me help too." Zhou Zhiheng said as he rolled up his sleeves.

Xi Juan looked at Zhou Zhiheng's black turtleneck wool sweater in embarrassment, "It's not that Auntie is being polite to you, but the kitchen is a mess now, with flour and seasonings everywhere... Your clothes are not suitable for entering the kitchen. Easy to wash."

Zhou Zhiheng smiled and said, "Auntie really underestimated me. When I was studying abroad, I cooked by myself. Making dumplings is my specialty, so leave it to me."

Tong Muhan couldn't help laughing, "Mom, let him help if he needs help. The clothes are nothing important. If I'm afraid it will get dirty, I'll find him an apron to wear soon."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Zhou Zhiheng got a floral apron that belonged to Aunt Rong. He didn't mind, so he put it on and went to the kitchen to help. On the contrary, Xi Juan was invited out because she They are elders, they should sit in the living room and watch TV while waiting for dinner.

Knowing her son's culinary skills, Xi Juan was naturally worried, and asked about the progress in the kitchen from time to time, but both young people replied that there was no problem. As time passed, Xi Juan no longer worried, and felt coco and immersed herself in the plot of the TV among.

in the kitchen.

Zhou Zhiheng was kneading the dough, he was very strong, and the dough he kneaded was very firm.Tong Muhan stood beside him stirring the stuffing, the two of them had a clear division of labor, and it didn't take long for them to prepare the two necessary things for making dumplings.

"Too much." Zhou Zhiheng stopped Tong Muhan's hand of sprinkling salt into the minced meat in time, "Sprinkle a thin layer and that's enough. I'll add some soy sauce later to bring out the umami taste. It's not advisable to put too much."

Tong Muhan blinked, "You really know how to make dumplings."

"Of course I will, what can't your husband do?" Zhou Zhiheng smiled, "When I was studying in country A, I was not used to eating takeaway every day, so I had to cook in the kitchen by myself, and I learned it over time."

After a pause, he said, "But after returning to China, I don't bother to make it with my aunt taking care of it, otherwise I can let you try my craft."

"It's not too late for me to try it now." Tong Muhan said, "What else should I add? Carrots? There are still a few over there that I washed and haven't cut yet..."

"No need, there are enough vegetables, and the carrots can be saved for roast chicken." Zhou Zhiheng bent down and sniffed the stuffing, "Add some sesame oil, it will be more fragrant."

"Not only will it smell good, but it will also make you fat." Although Tong Muhan said so, he still poured half a bottle of sesame oil into the basin.

"It's better for you to get fatter." Zhou Zhiheng pressed close to his ear, "It feels good to the touch, I think your body is full of bones, just the butt/butt/flesh, it feels good enough."

Tong Muhan couldn't hold back and pushed him, "Go away! Pervert!" His fans should really listen to what this person is saying. Being so shameless will definitely startle their eyes!

Zhou Zhiheng stood up straight with a smile, and began to roll the dough into many long strips. He cut the long strips into small squares with a kitchen knife, and then rolled the small squares into dumpling skins with a rolling pin.

Tong Muhan was still struggling with stuffing, "You said Uncle Zhou and the others went to South America for the New Year, is that true?"

"Well, they think the capital is too cold." Zhou Zhiheng replied, "He and my godfather are on vacation, and they don't want me to disturb them by making light bulbs, so I will stay in the capital alone. You can also take care of yourself."

"It was like this before?"

"Almost, last year, and the year before last, I was abroad alone, and the people around me didn't have the awareness of celebrating the New Year. It's almost enough for everyone to have a dinner together."

Although Zhou Zhiheng was suspected of selling miserably, Tong Muhan still felt sorry for him, "Actually, you said earlier that you would come over, so I prepared something you like to eat. Now there is nothing at home, just some home-cooked food..." So A simple New Year's Eve dinner, and a chef with poor skills. I don't know if Zhou Zhiheng can get used to this rough dinner.

However, Zhou Zhiheng looked at him with a smile, "What do I like to eat? Don't I like eating you the most? Compared to the New Year's Eve dinner later, bed is my main meal..."

Tong Muhan quickly blocked his mouth, "Stop talking nonsense, my mother is still outside."

Zhou Zhiheng boldly kissed his hand, "Don't be afraid, my ears are very sharp, I will know when she comes." Then he leaned down and kissed Tong Muhan's face, "Shall I stay tonight?"

"Stay here." Tong Muhan's cheeks flushed slightly, "Where do you want to go so late, and it's still snowing outside, my mother will definitely tell you not to go."

"Hehe, then it's better to be respectful than obey your orders."

The two of them worked in the kitchen for an hour, and finally wrapped a pot of dumplings with fillings. Afterwards, Zhou Zhiheng happily made a Western-style roast chicken. He stuffed a lot of things into the chicken belly, such as onions, broccoli, Carrots and potatoes, the aroma of roasted chicken is overflowing. Coco smelled the fragrance outside and screamed non-stop.

Tong Muhan originally decided on a few very simple dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, steamed fish, grass chicken soup, boiled cabbage heart, plus wrapped dumplings, so that there is fish and meat, a perfect meal.But Zhou Zhiheng's arrival escalated the New Year's Eve dinner a lot. In the end, Tong Muhan obediently helped him, serving the parts he didn't want to do for the cleanliness young master Zhou.

When all the dishes were on the table, even Xi Juan was surprised, "This is all made by Xiao Zhou." She picked up a piece of black pepper beef with her chopsticks and tasted it, "Yes, it must be made by Xiao Zhou, Xiao Hui I know this kid, it would be nice if he can cook the vegetables well."

"Auntie thinks too highly of me." Zhou Zhiheng said with a smile, "Actually, most of it is Mu Han's handiwork, I'm just in charge of moving my mouth."

Tong Muhan pretended to be unhappy, "Mom, you're too biased, obviously I cooked the New Year's Eve dinner, how can I give all the credit to Zhiheng? Are you not allowed to show my hand?"

Xi Juan couldn't help laughing, "You are my son, don't I know what you are capable of? That's all right, all right, the meal is ready, let's all sit down and eat."

The three of them sat down one by one, Xi Juan was very happy, and specially asked Tong Muhan to open a bottle of wine. She raised her glass and murmured, "Thank you for having such a good son, and thank you for having such a good year this year."

She drank it down in one gulp, then filled another glass and looked at Zhou Zhiheng, "Xiao Zhou, Auntie is very glad that you are here, and I also offer you a toast here, I wish you all the best in everything."

Zhou Zhiheng advised her, "Auntie, drink less, we are all on our own, so just make up your mind."

Xi Juan smiled, "I know, but you must drink this cup...Auntie doesn't know if I can continue to celebrate the New Year with you next year...Xiaohui, I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to take care of me in the future."

Tong Muhan's heart sank, "Mom, what are you talking about..."