The Little Chef of the Film Emperor's House

Qiao Zhuyu clicked on her emoji, and hung her fingers over a dog who was suffocating and rolling her eyes, but she couldn't click on it.

This is the boss, this is the boss, this is the boss...he gives you money, he gives you money, he gives you money...money...

Qiao Zhuyu silently recited the "Qian Xin Mantra" several times before calming herself down.

Facing the long list of taboos sent by Li Lin, she recalled what Jiang Qi had said about him being "not picky about food".

Looking up from the screen, Qiao Zhuyu saw Jiang Qi, who was obviously more indignant than her, a small piece of lettuce, which he chewed for 2 minutes before swallowing it down.

If it hadn't been known that Jiang Qi didn't like to eat it at all, Qiao Zhuyu would have thought that Jiang Qi was a personal meat juicer, and he had to squeeze the green bamboo shoots into vegetable juice before he could eat them.

"Mr. Jiang," Qiao Zhuyu struggled to spit out a few words. She was a little embarrassed about all three dishes, and said, "If you don't like it, you don't have to force it."

Jiang Qi stiffened his neck and swallowed what was in his mouth. Hearing this, he shook his head quickly: "How can you force it? Not at all!"

After speaking, he picked up another piece of lettuce and put it into his mouth together with a big mouthful of rice, which made it easier to eat.

Qiao Zhuyu looked at Jiang Qi's way of eating, maybe he didn't even know how ugly his face was now, like a young daughter-in-law who was forced into prostitution.

She didn't know why she acted like an old hooligan even as a cook. After thinking about it, she handed her mobile phone to Jiang Qi, and it was the message Li Lin sent her.

Jiang Qi didn't expect that he had already been sold by Li Lin. He stopped chewing frantically for two seconds, then swallowed the food, waved his hands and said indifferently: "How can I be as fussy as she said? I'll lend you your mobile phone. She texts back."

Qiao Zhuyu nodded, and Jiang Qi turned on the front camera of the phone, picked up a piece of broccoli and put it to his mouth, took a selfie with a look of enjoyment, and then clicked the send button.

With broccoli in his mouth, Jiang Qi moved his fingers and sent another message. He returned the phone to Qiao Zhuyu and said, "It's okay, don't worry about her, it's really delicious."

Qiao Zhuyu took the phone back, and Jiang Qi sent: [Mr. Jiang ate very happily [shy]]

Li Lin replied quickly.

[Sister Li Lin: No matter what you eat, you won't be able to stop your fuss, so return your phone to Zhuyu! 】

[Sister Li Lin: Zhuyu, you just treated those taboos as a sister and never posted them. Don't worry, you can just feed Jiang Qi like a pig. 】

Qiao Zhuyu was shocked by how Li Lin always described Jiang Qi as a pig. Li Lin dared to say that, but she really didn't dare to do so.

[Sister Li Lin, I will pay more attention in the future. 】

After replying to the message, Qiao Zhuyu said to Jiang Qi: "Mr. Jiang, let me prepare lunch again, it's too uncomfortable for you to eat."

Jiang Qi shook his head, and continued to stuff his mouth: "It's okay, don't bother, I really like to eat."

Qiao Zhuyu is not so easy to deceive, she saw that Jiang Qi insisted on eating rice every time he ate green vegetables, she would be lying if she said it was not uncomfortable.

But Jiang Qi wanted to take care of her, so she didn't insist, but silently picked all the shrimps into Jiang Qi's bowl with serving chopsticks, and at the same time, she kept in mind that in the future, don't make unnecessary preparations for such recipes.

Jiang Qi stared blankly at the shrimps piled up in his bowl, and stopped eating.

"Mr. Jiang?" Qiao Zhuyu's doubtful voice brought Jiang Qi back to his senses.

"I'm fine, let's eat." Jiang Qi said.

He was embarrassed to mention that this seemed to be the first time someone brought him his favorite dish since his mother passed away and his father went to prison.

Both Li Lin and Xiao Chen would only pick his favorite food to save trouble, but Qiao Zhuyu chose to leave the good ones to him alone.

After lunch, Qiao Zhuyu cleaned up the dining room and put all the bowls and plates in the dishwasher.

There was nothing Jiang Qi could do to help, so he returned to his room on the third floor, and began to take a nap every day according to the psychiatrist's instructions.

In the past, Jiang Qi couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, his experience of that year would appear in front of him.

It was when he was about to take the college entrance examination in his third year of high school. He came home from school as usual, and excitedly brought his No.1 report card of the whole school in three models. He planned to tell his parents the good news. After discussing, he would go to Tsinghua University Or Peking University.

Their family is not rich, but they don't have to worry about food and drink, and their parents respect each other like guests. Xiao Jiangqi once felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

But when he returned home that day, what he saw was a room full of mess and blood. His always honest and honest father pressed his naked mother to the ground, beat her naked with his fists, and kept yelling and cursing.

"You stinky bastard! If you dare to find wild men outside behind my back, see if I don't beat you to death today!"

Xiao Jiangqi leaned against the wall at the door, unable to believe that his mother would cheat. He stepped forward and grabbed his father's fist: "Dad! Stop hitting! If you hit again, you will die!"

Father Jiang, who was in a rage, couldn't listen to anything, and his strength was not something that Xiao Jiang Qi could shake. He pushed Jiang Qi away like crazy.

Xiao Jiang Qi was thrown flying, and his forehead hit the corner of the table, bleeding immediately, and the report card slipped from his hand.

He had no more strength, and watched his mother with disheveled hair, bruised nose and swollen face, with no room for resistance. In the end, even the crying became weaker and weaker, until it disappeared.

Many neighbors surrounded the door, pointing and pointing at the family, but no one dared to step forward to help, or take Xiao Jiangqi out of such a dangerous place.

Not long after, the sound of a police car sounded outside the door, and several policemen came in to control the situation.

Xiao Jiangqi saw his father being taken away in handcuffs, and his mother was covered with a white cloth to cover her shameful body, and finally looked in Jiang Qi's direction with resentful eyes.

She said to Jiang Qi with her eyes: Why can't you save me?

No.1's report card was trampled countless times by the policemen and doctors who came in and out. It was covered with blood, and the contents inside could no longer be seen clearly.

Later, Jiang's father was sentenced to life imprisonment, and after such a big scandal, no one in his relatives was willing to take Jiang Qi in.

In the end, Jiang Qi didn't even take the college entrance examination, left that city, and went to a place where he didn't know anyone, washing dishes for others, delivering food, and living in a small rental house. Peking University or Tsinghua University would always lose a once-high-spirited youth.

This kind of life passed for more than a year, until Jiang Qi thought that he would live such a muddle-headed life forever, when he met Li Lin who was still a scout at that time.

From then on, Jiang Qi was out of control, and his stardom was magnanimous.

He is no longer the boy who couldn't do anything, and he still has countless fans who will always follow him, but when he is alone, Jiang Qi will inevitably think of those days.

The seeds of bipolar disorder may have been planted at that time, and 11 years later, they sprouted suddenly and were unstoppable.

Jiang Qi was lying on the bed, with the faint fragrance of broccoli still in his mouth, he didn't close the door of the room, the sound of Qiao Zhuyu tidying up the kitchen downstairs came up, and everyone heard it.

Long-lost sleepiness hit, Jiang Qi slowly closed his eyes.

He had a dream.

Qiao Zhuyu in the dream has already reached the one-month trial period. She pulled a pink suitcase, stood in front of the villa, and said to Jiang Qi: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, you are too picky, I can't serve you like this." You bastard, the one-month probationary period is up, so farewell!"

Jiang Qi hurriedly grabbed Qiao Zhuyu's sleeve: "Don't! I'm not picky eaters! Really! I ate all the mushrooms, broccoli and green bamboo shoots at noon!"

Qiao Zhuyu sneered: "Hmph, don't think that I can't see that you are eating hard, this is the greatest humiliation to me as a chef!"

Jiang Qi was really scared: "I didn't mean to humiliate you! I swear to God! As long as you don't leave, I'll eat whatever you want! I'm definitely not picky eaters!"

Qiao Zhuyu raised her eyebrows: "Really? Eat everything?"

Jiang Qi held up three fingers and vowed: "Eat everything!"

Qiao Zhuyu smiled and opened her pink suitcase, only to find that there was no clothes in it, and it was full of pig feed.

Qiao Zhuyu picked up a bag of pig feed, and out of nowhere, another Pikachu's seasoning jar appeared, but this seasoning jar was much bigger than the one he got in the supermarket, it was as big as a basin.

She squatted on the ground, opened a bag of pig feed and poured it into the basin, and said to him with a smile, "Mr. Jiang, eat quickly."

Jiang Qi felt that his eyesight was significantly lower. He wanted to stretch out his hand, but he saw two white pig's trotters!

His head was uncontrollable, and it went straight into the basin. He even felt that his mouth had grown, and he started to feed on the pig!

As he arched, he heard Qiao Zhuyu's gentle voice fall lightly: "Mr. Jiang, eat more, the Chinese New Year is coming soon."