The Little Chef of the Film Emperor's House

Xu Bai and Lin Ling are both young people, and they quarreled endlessly. No one heard the conversation between Jiang Qi and Ye Xi.

Ye Xi's body trembled, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Qi, and remained silent.

Jiang Qi smiled, and there was no complaint or revenge in his words: "A singer is going to be on the big screen, what do you think?"

Ye Xi bit her lip, and it took a long time to squeeze out a few words: "Yes... it's the company's arrangement."

"Sure enough." Jiang Qi snorted lightly.

Starlight Entertainment is still following the old path.

Without Jiang Qi, there is at least one Ye Xi who has won the championship. If you want to get money faster, then come to film, whether you are suitable or not?What about your future development?

As long as you can make money.

I am afraid that Starlight Entertainment will not be able to change this behavior of treating people like cash cows.

Jiang Qi looked at the black eyes in Ye Xi's eyes, thinking that it was not an easy time for her, but he couldn't feel sympathy for her.

What Ye Xi did was a perfect match for Starlight Entertainment, he was not surprised at all.

"Sister Qiao is 25 years old, older than you, and they just treat you as a younger brother! Can you stop being sentimental!" Lin Ling tore off the disguise of innocence, and lined up with Xu Bai with her arms akimbo.

"You are also two years older than me, and you are also my sister! Why is Sister Qiao so gentle, and you are so fierce! Can you learn from Sister Qiao!"

Xu Bai didn't show any weakness either, his voice was louder than Lin Ling's.

"Then why don't you say that you are still a boy, and you don't even know how to be humble to a girl! No wonder no one takes the CP between you and Sister Qiao!"

Lin Ling picked Xu Bai's sore spot and poked Xu Bai until he jumped.

"You!" Xu Bai pointed at Lin Ling with one finger, unable to hold back a fart for a while.

"Me, me, me, what's wrong with me? Tell me!" Lin Ling was a head shorter than Xu Bai, but he was much more imposing than Xu Bai, and had a high school student's face, which still looked like Xu Bai's. is bullying.

Xu Bai couldn't talk about it, and couldn't hit him, so he walked away: "I'll go find sister Qiao!"

As soon as he opened the door of the lounge, Zhang Duan had already returned with Qiao Zhuyu.

"Sister Qiao..." Xu Bai pursed his lips, unable to shed tears.

When Zhang Duan saw Xu Bai like this, his teeth became sour.

"Be honest with me! What does it look like? After reading the script? Have you figured out the role? Who are you showing your pretentious appearance to?"

Zhang Duanzhong was full of anger, his anger sank to his dantian, and he scolded Xu Bai, a good boy is like a rapeseed flower beaten by Shuang, as sluggish as hell.

"Oh, I see, I'm going to read the script now." Xu Bai was dejected, and sat back under Zhang Duan's glaring gaze.

Lin Ling sniggered at the side, and whispered in Xu Bai's ear: "Look, Sister Qiao doesn't even talk to you."

Xu Bai had nothing to repay, so he had no choice but to cast a unwilling look.

But Qiao Zhuyu was surprised, and thought that there is still someone who can restrain Xu Bai, and it really is a dutiful son born under the stick.

Zhang Duan took Qiao Zhuyu around the set just now, and the opening ceremony was about to begin, so he came over to make a speech first, so as to save a long speech in public, which he couldn't do.

Zhang Duan, who is very scolding, is actually quite shy sometimes.

"Ahem!" Zhang Duan cleared his throat, "I just want to say a few words. It is not easy to be successful in any drama. Those who are inexperienced must work harder if they want to achieve results."

Speaking of this, he glanced at Xu Bai and Ye Xi.

"As for other things," Zhang Duan paused, "it's nothing, just work hard."

Qiao Zhuyu didn't join in the fun at the opening ceremony, and went back to the hotel near the studio ahead of time. She was just a temporary assistant, and there were so many media at the scene, she couldn't even show her face.

Thanks to Jiang Qi's blessing, Qiao Zhuyu finally experienced top-notch treatment and troubles.

Her room was an extra suite that Jiang Qi arranged for her. It had its own kitchen. Qiao Zhuyu simply prepared some food, and Jiang Qi only came back when it was dark.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Qi sighed: "I haven't seen such a scene for a long time."

Qiao Zhuyu was putting the food on the table, saw Jiang Qi changing shoes at the door, and asked casually, "What scene?"

"Good guy!" Jiang Qi was still excited when he recalled it, "It's been a long time since I saw so many fans and paparazzi following the photo, the gongs and drums were blaring, and the firecrackers were all going off."

In order to ensure privacy, the film crew booked up all the hotel rooms, fans and paparazzi couldn't get in, and the downstairs was crowded with a lot of people.

Qiao Zhuyu just entered the kitchen and didn't hear clearly, when the last serving of mashed potatoes was brought out, she responded casually: "That's it, tsk tsk, come and eat."

Jiang Qi put on his slippers and said with some taste while walking: "There are still many fans who ask you."

"Me?" Qiao Zhuyu paused as she took off her apron.

"I was asking if you came with me." Jiang Qi said.

It seems that there are still some CP fans, Qiao Zhuyu doesn't take it very seriously, but she has to care about the resentful eyes towards Jiang Qi.

"Blame me for stealing your popularity?"

Jiang Qi sat down, lowered his eyes, and hummed lightly.

"You still care about this with me?"

Jiang Qi raised his head: "Huh?"

"You are my boss, I am very popular, but you are the one who makes money." Qiao Zhuyu said.

Jiang Qi's face darkened again: "Oh."

This is ummm, it's like throwing a child's temper, Qiao Zhuyu is not used to him: "Don't hurry up and eat."

"Oh." Jiang Qi weakly picked up the chopsticks, but he didn't know where to put the chopsticks.

Boiled broccoli, cold fungus, boiled okra, black pepper chicken breast, half an egg, and a small dish of mashed potatoes.

This is the rhythm of starving Jiang Qi to death.

Look in front of Qiao Zhuyu again - Creamy Mushroom Soup, Lamb Stewed with Potatoes, Baked Rice with Tomato and Fat Beef.

This is the rhythm to make Jiang Qi greedy to death.

Qiao Zhuyu saw Jiang Qi's hesitation, and said mercilessly: "In the play, Chang Huan is a person at the bottom of the society. He is busy every day, and he doesn't have enough food and clothes to keep warm. How could he be so red-faced like you are now? Director Zhang said , I want you to lose weight, so that you can fit the role better."

"Can't there be anything edible?" Jiang Qi was still struggling for the last time.

Qiao Zhuyu stretched out a finger and swayed it left and right: "Don't even think about it being spicy."

Seeing Jiang Qi's embarrassing and discouraged look, Qiao Zhuyu added: "You don't have to eat. If you lose weight like this, you will be malnourished, but Chang Huan is an image of malnutrition."

Jiang Qi didn't expect that Qiao Zhuyu would be such a hard-hearted person who doesn't like oil and salt.

What about his cute, obedient, always-crying private chef who told him he couldn't leave?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi suddenly realized something, evil thoughts gradually arose, and a wicked smile curled up on the corner of his mouth.

"Want to drink?" Jiang Qi asked.

Qiao Zhuyu paused as she tapped the mushroom soup puff pastry, her brows raised slightly, she had to say that she had just broken the precept a few days ago, so she was really greedy for it now.

Although she is not good at drinking, it does not prevent her love to drink.

"Okay." Qiao Zhuyu said seemingly unintentionally, "Just drink a little."

Jiang Qi picked up his phone and sent a message to his assistant Xiao Chen.

[Buy two cans of beer and send them to Zhuyu's room. 】

【Order another crayfish for me. It's very spicy, but don't rush to bring it in. I'll let you know everything. 】

Xiao Chen replied quickly.

[Understood, Brother Jiang. 】

"Xiao Chen has already bought it, it will be ready later, you can eat first." Jiang Qi put on a flattering smile on his face.

Seeing that Qiao Zhuyu had almost eaten, Jiang Qi asked Xiao Chen to bring in the food, otherwise he was afraid that Qiao Zhuyu would not eat if he was drunk.

There was a knock on the door, and Qiao Zhuyu got up to open the door. Xiao Chen outside the door held a takeaway in one hand and a beer in the other, and stuffed them all for Qiao Zhuyu.

"Brother Jiang asked me to buy beer and crayfish. The crayfish I ordered first happened to be celebrating today's store. Buy five catties and get a bottle of beer for free. This is more than two cans with branded noodles. I will deliver it directly. You eat it. I go first!"

Xiao Chen felt that he had done a good job in this matter. How could he eat crayfish and only drink two cans of beer? Isn't this looking down on his brother Jiang's drinking capacity?

Xiao Chen, who once again overfulfilled the task, left with his head held high. Qiao Zhuyu was at a loss for the heavy crayfish and beer in his hand.

Something gradually became clear in her mind, she remembered Jiang Qi's harmless smile just now, and scolded the scheming man.

"Why did you take it for so long?" Jiang Qi didn't see it, and still asked without knowing why.

Qiao Zhuyu took a deep breath: "Because there are too many things."

"Many?" Jiang Qi frowned, "Isn't it just two cans of beer?"

Qiao Zhuyu turned around slowly, the big red takeaway box and the dark green beer bottle in her hand were particularly eye-catching.

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"Well, Zhuyu, listen to my explanation..."

When she arrived at the set early the next morning, Qiao Zhuyu was full of energy, followed by a listless Jiang Qi.

Zhang Duan looked at the two people, puzzled: "Is the state of you two reversed?"

Qiao Zhuyu didn't understand the deep meaning of Zhang Duan's words, she looked back and said disdainfully, "Yes!"

Jiang Qi didn't even touch the whiskers of the crayfish in the pot last night, so Qiao Zhuyu called Xu Bai and Lin Ling to her room together.

Two young men, a sip of wine and a prawn, all grudges away with a smile.

And Jiang Qi looked at the three of them, with broccoli in his mouth, which tasted like chewing wax.

The tormented Jiang Qi didn't sleep well all night, not only because of the five-pound crayfish, but also because Qiao Zhuyu only said one word to him from last night until now—should!

"You young people now," Zhang Duan shook his head helplessly, "Okay, get ready, go to the lounge first, and read the script!"

The shooting does not follow the rhythm of the script completely, but is often adjusted according to the actual situation of the shooting scene.

The current shooting task is the scene where Chang Huan directly faces the death of his parents.

Zhang Duan took the actors to the lounge to read the script and familiarize themselves with the lines first, while Qiao Zhuyu went to the set with the assistant director.

It is said that when the studio was being built, Jiang Qi's opinion was specifically sought, because this was Chang Huan's childhood, and he himself had the most say.

This residential building has only six floors and no elevators. Most of the walls are covered by emerald green creepers. In addition to brown rust, the iron door to enter the building is covered with small advertisements. The steps and walls are not spared. Phone numbers for sewers, for unlocking doors and changing locks, are all over the place.

This is the first time Qiao Zhuyu has seen such a living environment, cramped, small, and dirty.

And Chang Huan's home is on the fourth floor, a small house of only about 50 square meters.

The inside is not very tidy, the coffee table and sofa in the living room are covered with old newspapers, the sacks for collecting plastic bottles are dumped in the entrance, the colorful bottles make the door nowhere to go, and there are several cups poured on the table in the dining room. The leftovers were not cleaned up, and the flies kept circling the table.

The old electric fan above the head is still lingering, and the sound is sobbing, which is the last sound of this late summer.

Qiao Zhuyu seemed to have passed away, and the scene in front of her gradually overlapped with when she first arrived at the lake villa not long ago.

The boy who walked out from here was alone, carrying a sad heart that no one could tell, hiding the scar that was still bleeding.

How much courage does it take to be so firm every step of the way?

She asked the assistant director: "What did Mr. Jiang say about the set arrangement here?"

The assistant director is a fat middle-aged man, Mediterranean, and his big eyes are covered by small glasses for five and a half minutes.

"Many details were designed by him himself, such as the small black advertisement outside. He also said that the tones in the room must be mainly dark green and dim yellow."

"Dark green and dim yellow?" Qiao Zhuyu didn't pay attention at first, but now that she mentions it, she realizes that everything she sees seems to be covered with a filter.

Retro yet depressing.

In the story, Chang Huan returned home after school on Friday afternoon, and what he saw was such a chaotic scene.

My mother is demented and only picks up junk to collect newspapers. My father is often not at home, so this mess is common.

But in the evening of that summer, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the creeper into the living room, the old newspapers reflected the golden light, the dust was floating in the air, and only the ceiling fan was whining.

A strange smell poured into the tip of his nose.

Chang Huan's hand holding the schoolbag tightened slightly, and his heart beat inexplicably faster.

"Mom, I'm back." As usual, he returned home and reported that he was safe.

This time, no woman with a foolish smile came out to greet him.

It will not be like this.

That woman's IQ is not as good as that of a three-year-old child, but she regards her son as her whole life. Regarding Chang Huan's affairs, she will always put Chang Huan first.

She uses preference to prove her love.

Similarly, Chang Huan also loves her.

Chang Huan thought his mother was not feeling well and fell asleep, so he took a few steps forward. The bedroom door was wide open, and there were two people he knew best lying on the bed.

His complexion was black and blue, his lips were pale, and his body did not have any ups and downs.

Like a dead body.

Chang Huan's eyes went dark for a while, his body shook uncontrollably, and suddenly realized something, he quickly turned around and went to the kitchen, reaching out his hand to the valve of the gas tank.

Sure enough, it was loose.

Like crazy, he opened the kitchen window first, and then the living room. The glass window collided violently with the wall and was crumbling.

Outside the window of his parents' bedroom was a tough creeper vine, and he couldn't push it away, so he took off his schoolbag and threw it forward, and the glass shattered.

The scorching wind and cicadas poured in from outside the window, blowing Chang Huan all over his body and pulling him back to the mortal world.

He was panting heavily, and the clean white short sleeves on his body were already soaked with sweat, but nothing happened, and the people behind him were silent.

Chang Huan lost his strength, fell two steps back, and hit the ground with his buttocks, leaning against the bed with his back, scratched the glass with his palm, and cut a long gash, dripping with blood.

The zipper of the schoolbag was accidentally opened when it was thrown out, and the report card of the first grade fell to the ground. There were countless broken glass shards reflecting golden light on it, piercing Chang Huan's eyes.

The young man sat there for two days and two nights, maintaining the same posture and not changing the wound on his hand, a large pool of blood coagulated on the ground.

The neighbor across the door noticed something was wrong. When he came in, he thought there were three dead people in the bedroom, so he was so frightened that he called the police immediately.

The police quickly came to the door, took away the parents' bodies, and said to Chang Huan who was sitting on the ground: "Come with us to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."

Chang Huan's eyes finally started to move, slowly and sluggishly, the sky blue police uniform came into view, he finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence.

"My parents..."

The policeman in the area sighed: "Son, my condolences."

Chang Huan silently closed his mouth. In the eyes of outsiders, he just accepted the fact calmly.

But in those two days and two nights, his heart collapsed and rebuilt countless times. He didn't want to believe the truth, but the truth was true.

True, helpless.

No amount of hysteria can be consumed, no amount of tears can be melted into blood and cannot be shed.

He looks so calm, but he can make people feel his deathly sorrow.

In the narrow corridor outside the door, there are many people around. The neighbors upstairs and downstairs, and those who came to watch the excitement after hearing the news, they gathered at the door and pointed at the inside. The misfortune of a family is that they have nowhere to put them. The best place to sigh and talk.

Chang Huan lowered his head, shuffled, and walked out step by step. When he left the room, he didn't look inside again.

"Card--!"

Zhang Duan looked at the dejected person on the monitor, and shouted again: "One pass!"

He turned his head and asked Qiao Zhuyu who was sitting beside him, "What do you think?"

Qiao Zhuyu didn't hear it.

Under the dim light, the man is wearing white T-trousers, his long hair has been cut into neat short hair, his skin is cold and pale, his eyebrows are deep, and his youthful look is not at all inconsistent with a man who is almost 30 years old.

Now he is surrounded by many people, makeup artists, stylists, assistants... But he is like a puppet, with empty eyes, letting them manipulate and feed him.

With a sound of "Zi La", the stool moved back, Qiao Zhuyu stood up, and walked over with a roll of toilet paper.

"Does it hurt?" Qiao Zhuyu took his hand, wiped off the blood on it, and asked.

Jiang Qi was still immersed in the play, when he heard such a sentence suddenly, seeing Qiao Zhuyu lowered his head to wipe his hands earnestly, he twitched the corners of his pale lips.

"Fake, it doesn't hurt."

The blood was cleaned up, revealing the intact palm.

Qiao Zhuyu felt a sudden pain in her heart, quickly but clearly.

11 years ago, if Chang Huan's wound was really fake, and all of this was fake, would there be no tragedy later?

11 years ago, if someone wiped Jiang Qi's wounds and told him he was fine, would he not be sick later?

When he first took the scene of sitting quietly in the dark bedroom, Jiang Qi was not alone.

Qiao Zhuyu sat behind the monitor and saw very clearly, Jiang Qi's eyes were panicked and frightened, but the director asked not to have too much emotion, what he wanted was nothing more than death.

It was Qiao Zhuyu who said to Zhang Duan: "A young man, you can't ask him to be calm, that's not mourning, it's indifference."

After thinking about it, Zhang Duan felt that it made sense, so he let Jiang Qi go.

He thought Jiang Qi was acting freely, but only Qiao Zhuyu knew that it was Jiang Qi facing the dark environment out of instinctive fear, just like in the small black room in the studio of Baipo Village.

Qiao Zhuyu didn't ask Jiang Qi what the source of his claustrophobia was at that time, but now it seems that there is no need to ask, everything is clear.

It was eleven o'clock at night, and Zhang Duan was still striving for perfection. Finally, after reading it again, he waved his hand and said, "Call work!"

The dull set suddenly relaxed. It took five days from the reading of the script to the end of this scene, and the scene in the residential building came to an end.

"Let's go back." Qiao Zhuyu said.

Jiang Qi originally wanted to stay for a while, but Qiao Zhuyu said so, so he naturally left.

"Okay." Jiang Qi said.

After taking off his make-up and changing his clothes, it was early morning in a blink of an eye. For several night scenes, Zhang Duan gave Jiang Qi a day off so that he could have a good rest. The studio will change tomorrow.

The hotel is not far from the residential buildings, and the streets in the early morning are deserted, so there is no need to worry about the paparazzi and fans, so Jiang Qi and Qiao Zhuyu chose to walk back.

The two walked side by side, Qiao Zhuyu said to Jiang Qi: "Go back and have a good rest, these days have been hard."

Jiang Qi didn't respond, I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that Qiao Zhuyu was very gentle to him these days, even red oil could be seen in the diet meal.

Also learning to be a director, how come Zhang Duan has obviously been wasted by the years and has become a violent temper?

"What's the matter with you recently?" Jiang Qi asked.

"Huh?" Qiao Zhuyu hadn't noticed her depression yet, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Qi spoke carefully, he was afraid that if he said it out, he would be acting affectionate again.

"I always feel that you seem to have a lot of feelings."

Qiao Zhuyu was slightly taken aback, is it so obvious?

"I... I never thought that Chang Huan's life would be like this." Qiao Zhuyu said.

Her family decided that she would never meet such a low-level person in society, nor had she seen such a dilapidated residential building.

Chang Huan, or Jiang Qi, his past made Qiao Zhuyu unfamiliar, and at the same time felt distressed.

As for the distress, Qiao Zhuyu couldn't say why, but she could feel that she was distressed by Jiang Qi, and she was very happy.

Jiang Qi understood, and said with a smile: "Sympathy for such a growing environment and experience?"

"No..." Qiao Zhuyu shook her head, afraid that Jiang Qi would misunderstand and hurt him, the words of sympathy were too serious.

Jiang Qi stretched out his hand to cover the top of Qiao Zhuyu's hair, rubbed it twice, and smiled gently: "Don't worry about hurting anyone's self-esteem, if there were people who sympathized with Chang Huan like you at that time, maybe he wouldn't be the one who was later Like that."

The police who only let him mourn, as well as the neighbors who watched the excitement outside the door, as long as someone stretched out his hand to Chang Huan, he might not leave without looking back.

Qiao Zhuyu was curious why Jiang Qi had a similar experience to Chang Huan, but in the end the two had completely different destinations.

"Have you ever hated or complained?" Qiao Zhuyu asked him.

"Of course, I'm not a saint." Jiang Qi said, "But even a saint must find a way to survive. When all the efforts are hard to sustain, hatred and resentment are often ignored."