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Both of them exercise. Fu Zhenjun now runs in the morning every day, and Ying Hao is even more exaggerated. For the audition, he spends almost two hours in the gym every day, so it is still very easy to go up to the fifth floor.And they were lucky not to meet anyone along the way.Originally, Fu Zhenjun was worried that he would encounter landlords everywhere.

As soon as he entered, Fu Zhenjun took the ingredients to the kitchen, and threw the rest on the dining table connected to the living room.

Ying Hao looked around.The apartment is estimated to be [-] to [-] square meters, which is more than enough for one person to live in. Compared with his several properties, it can only be called a dwelling.

"You live by yourself?"

"Yes." Fu Zhenjun came out of the kitchen, rummaged through the shopping bag again, took out something and handed it to Ying Hao.

Ying Hao didn't know why he took it, and saw a middle-aged lady holding a shovel on the outer package, smiling brightly.

He frowned and tore open the outer package, and inside was a plaid apron.

At this time, the spring breeze entered the house, blowing the apron lightly.

Ying Hao raised his apron in one hand: "..."

Fu Zhenjun said: "This apron is considered simple, and there are more fancy ones sold in supermarkets."

Ying Hao's voice was soft and threatening: "Why are you giving me this?" Make it clear, I promise I won't beat you to death!

Fu Zhenjun smiled and said, "My cousin likes leek pork dumplings very much, and I like them too, how about you?"

Ying Hao knew that this person would never talk nonsense, so he immediately asked, "Your cousin?"

"Fu Zhenjun!"

Ying Hao felt that the nerves in his head were tense, and he could clearly see the mockery in the eyes of the man in front of him.

"so what?"

"Let's have leek and pork dumplings for lunch."

Ying Hao squeezed the apron, rolled it into a ball with both hands, and said with a smile: "Although I also like dumplings, but recently there is a new movie audition, so I have to keep fit."

Fu Zhenjun said regretfully: "Being an actor is really hard, but it doesn't matter, I also bought a lot of fruits and vegetables, and you will definitely not be hungry by then. I'm sweating all over my body, I'm going to take a shower first, and the dumplings will be me alone Let’s leave it to you.”

Veins popped out of Ying Hao's forehead. He sullenly said angrily, "What do you mean! What did you ask me to do?"

Fu Zhenjun calmly said: "I remember you said that you would keep your promise and go on a date with me for a day. I think cooking food for each other is also a kind of dating. Is it difficult?"

"I'm Ni Yinghao, do you want to eat, don't you want to eat dumplings and noodles? It doesn't matter whether you are the most expensive hotel restaurant in the city. You can choose, and I can make a reservation." Ying Hao said, throwing the apron in his hand on the ground.

Fu Zhenjun picked up the apron and shook it.

"In that drama, the protagonist did take people to a high-end restaurant, where he ate steak, drank fine wine, talked sweetly, and even played the piano himself. It looked dreamy, but that was a movie, not life. You are Ni Yinghao, Would I not know? You work as an actor, but you still have to eat and live. Before you became an actor, who were you? It must be a piece of cake for you to eat dumplings."

Ying Hao is disheartened, and someone who is completely stranger to him knows everything. Who can encounter such an embarrassing situation.

Who is this Fu Jingfu?

What is your origin?Who were his grandparents?What is his relationship with Fu Zhenjun?

What role did he play in this farce?

Reciprocity, he must figure it out.

"Besides, the dumpling wrappers are ready-made. You just need to chop the fillings and mix them well, and then you can wrap them. Come on, put this on. You look handsome today, and your clothes are very nice. You look younger than the ones you saw a few times ago. It's not good if it gets dirty." Fu Zhenjun handed the apron to Ying Hao, motioning him to put it on.

Ying Hao glared at him angrily.

Fu Zhenjun said: "I remember you said that as long as it is within your ability, you will agree to anything I propose."

"But you have mentioned too many things."

First I picked up the trash, then I went to the supermarket, and now I have to make dumplings, and I will cook them later, Nima will definitely have to wash the dishes and mop the floor for cleaning!

Fu Zhenjun sighed, "Of course, if things are simple, you have to do more. Of course, there are also difficult ones. You only need to do one thing...you can choose."

Ying Hao's face was cloudy and cloudy, and his complexion changed back and forth.He would never ask about such a difficult matter.

Fu Zhenjun struck while the iron was hot, and said again: "You know, invitations for this exhibition can't be obtained casually. Before, there were people who sold them secretly, and each one was sold for around 10 yuan. Now I only ask you to do this. Isn't it worth [-] yuan?"

"If you want money, I can give it to you."

Fu Zhenjun smiled and said, "Why are you planning to support me forever?"

Ying Hao: "..."

He grabbed the apron in Fu Zhenjun's hand, neatly put it around his neck, and tied the belt around his waist.

Fu Zhenjun couldn't help laughing, went back to the bedroom, took a change of clothes, and took a shower in the bathroom.

In the middle of washing, he suddenly heard the sound of chopping meat fiercely from outside. The speed and momentum seemed to contain the anger and resentment between heaven and earth, and that posture was definitely going to collapse the balcony.

Fu Zhenjun washed slowly, from head to toe, and when he came out, Ying Hao had already chopped the meat.

Ying Hao was using chopsticks to mix minced meat, chicken essence and salt in a large glass basin. He seemed to have sensed it and said, "No photos are allowed."

Fu Zhenjun felt it was a pity, so he had to put the phone down.

Ying Hao turned around and saw Fu Zhenjun wearing gray home clothes, with wet hair, ruddy complexion, and radiant skin, and thought of a word "water lotus".However, this Fu Jingfu's home clothes are rustic, conservative, and outdated, and only middle-aged men in their 50s and [-]s would wear this kind of clothes.

Fu Zhenjun stepped forward and took a look, "I like the one with more leeks. I'm going to do the laundry first, call me when it's ready."

Ying Hao started to wash the leeks, feeling really mixed feelings.

It has been ten years since he started working as an entertainer, and he has never been in the kitchen again.If he had this kind of free time, he would either sleep in or go out to have fun.

When Fu Zhenjun came back from drying his clothes, Ying Hao was already making dumplings. The dumplings were well-made and arranged one by one like a work of art.

There are two large bowls on the dining table, and each bowl has more than 20 water hinges with thin skin and stuffing, steaming hot.

Fu Zhenjun picked up the phone, took pictures from various angles, distant and close shots, and took a vase and placed it in the middle, posing.

Who in this world has this kind of blessing, can eat dumplings made by Ying Hao himself, it is worth eating a year less life.

It was not only Fu Zhenjun who took pictures, but also Ying Hao. He felt that he was really wronged if he didn't take pictures.

It's ready, can he post it on Moments?Can you post on Weibo?

What is he showing off?cooking?Still loving! !