Iceberg actor gave birth to a mink for me

Seeing him staring at her blankly, Ling Ji stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"It seems that someone is talking to you, won't you answer?" Ling Ji asked.

Di Ying regained his composure, and mechanically raised the phone to his ear: "Sorry, it was a misunderstanding, he just fell asleep just now."

He switched the phone to the other side and said in a high voice, "I'm his wife, I'm fine, I'm sorry for taking up public resources."

Ling Ji:?

Di Ying hung up the phone and pointed to the scattered Ferrero wrappers: "You...that's a whole 99 pieces of chocolate, did you eat them all?"

Ling Ji looked at the gold leaf all over the bed: "The garbage was thrown in the cardboard box before, maybe it was spilled while falling asleep, I will clean it up."

"It's not about garbage! It's about how you eat so much?"

"Isn't it for me to eat?"

"It's for you to eat, but you don't have to eat it all at once, right? I almost thought you were poisoned... you were stuffed to death!"

Ling Ji probably finally understood what Di Ying meant, and his eyes drifted aside.

"I don't have the habit of storing food."

"Are you a camel? Put all your brains into your body."

Di Ying changed her mind. Even if Ling Ji was really a monster, she couldn't be a mink spirit, but a camel spirit.

"If you really like it, I'll give it to you in the future. If you eat like this, if one day the entertainment circle really surprises the urine test and someone else turns positive, you'll have three plus signs for sugar in your urine. Although it's not against the law, it's not good."

Ling Ji lowered his head and tidied up the room: "The food will disappear if you don't eat it in time."

"What kind of fallacies is this? It's not that adults lied to you when you were young. You have believed it until now, right? Even if you really don't see it, it's still eaten by your son."

"Squeak!" Xiao Ao slipped into the bedroom to play, brushing the sense of presence just right, as if protesting the groundless accusation.

As soon as Ling Ji stretched out his hand, Xiao Ao nimbly slid up his trousers to his shoulders, and he became more and more proficient in this set of movements.

Di Ying realized that his son being a mink had at least one advantage: he didn't have to work hard to teach him to walk.

Ling Ji took Xiao Ao out of the bedroom, Di Ying automatically followed behind without thinking.

Until he came to the kitchen and watched him open the refrigerator and rummage through the vegetables inside.

"What are you doing? Those are raw."

Many actors eat lettuce salad to keep fit, but Di Ying doesn’t think it is necessary for people who eat a whole bunch of ferrero in one sitting to eat raw salad.

"It's time for dinner, I see that the ingredients are all ready-made, let's make something to eat."

Di Ying was stunned: "Can you still eat?"

"Eating too much chocolate makes my mouth feel sweet, and I want to eat something salty." Ling Ji was thinking while holding a tomato.

"You are an artist after all, don't you have any body anxiety? Your manager also indulges you in such nonsense?"

If it was Sister Jing, who knew that he ate so many sweets behind his back, he would have been cut off from his food for three days, plus ten kilometers of field training every day.

"I don't have that kind of trouble. I have a physique that doesn't make me fat." Ling Ji began to wash the tomatoes with a calm expression, not like showing off.

"Just tell me this kind of thing, don't say it in front of others, especially those artists with body anxiety, it's too much hatred, you will become a public enemy of idols."

It was no surprise that Di Ying could see through Ling Ji's jerky cooking skills at a glance. With his profession, he would never have the opportunity to cook.

However, the appearance of the finished product is acceptable, which is quite beyond Di Ying's expectations.

"What kind of dish is this, fried tomatoes with tomatoes? The color is very appetizing."

Di Ying didn't need to be invited, and picked up the chopsticks by herself.

"Is it something I can eat for free if the meal made by the movie king of Xinke is free?"

"Hey wait a minute..." Ling Ji wanted to stop him, but he couldn't. He just watched the tomato enter Di Ying's mouth.

"I haven't tasted it yet, so I don't know if I can eat it." Ling Ji told the truth.

Di Ying's brows twisted into the word Chuan.

"...Is the taste wrong?"

Di Ying persisted in swallowing, covering her face and trying to speak.

"I don't know how to evaluate it. It turns out that when you said you want something salty, you meant it literally."

Xiaoao also stretched out his claws to grab a piece.

Di Ying wanted to stop him but did not stop him: "Don't eat your son, it will affect your kidney function."

"Bah!" Xiao Ao took a sip and spat it out.

Di Ying put away the plate before Ling Ji reached out.

"Just say it if you don't know how to cook, why make things difficult for yourself (us)."

"I usually eat boxed lunches in the crew and the canteen in the company. I haven't had a chance to try it. But I did it when I was filming. I don't think the difference will be too much."

Di Ying said with emotion: "You are really the No.1 money saver for the company. Come on, I will show you today how big the gap is between learning the superficial and mastering the essence."

Di Ying set up a stove in the yard, skillfully lighting a charcoal fire.

Ling Ji stood far away, frowning at him.

As the sun set, the sharp edges and corners of Di Ying's face were clearly extinguished by the flames.

He turned his head, smiled and shouted to the worried people under the eaves: "Come here, don't worry, your snow-white skin will not be blackened by the smoke."

Ling Ji took two steps forward, then stopped, as if there was a man-eating beast ahead.

"How do you still master this strange skill?"

Di Ying's posture of making fire is too skillful, like a child coming out of a mountain.

"Have you seen a movie about a wanted criminal who fled to the mountains, and in order to leave behind an impostor to replace a teaching teacher, he cultivated a deep teacher-student friendship with the simple children in the mountains."

Ling Ji shook his head: "This is also your movie? Why haven't I watched it, it can't be the plot you made up now, right?"

The smile against the flames was sly and proud, "Why is your first reaction that I made it up now, not that you haven't seen it, and you are so confident that you have seen every one of my plays?"

Ling Ji turned his face to the side, the light was dim and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but just imagining his angry and helpless appearance was worth the fare to Di Ying.

"Don't you feel tired talking like that? Come closer, I'll tell you."

Ling Ji reluctantly took two steps closer, which made Di Ying think of a stray cat.

Cautious stray cats were like him, tentatively approaching people little by little until they confirmed that the two-legged beast could give them food.

However, stray cats that are fed will take the initiative to lie flat and expose their belly, which makes humans feel good. If Ling Ji can do the same...

An irresistible image of the Holy Light appeared in Di Ying's mind again.

The protagonist in Holy Light suddenly spoke, not the lines that Di Ying imagined, "What movie is it?"

"It's an adult kid—cough," Di Ying forcefully dispelled the messy thoughts, "This movie is called "The Beauty of Adults", directed by Hao Daoyan, and I will play the wanted criminal in it."

Just as Ling Ji was about to open his mouth, Di Ying blocked him back: "You're right if you haven't seen it. It was just finished a few days ago, and it's probably not in the late stage right now. If you're lucky, you'll see it next year."

Ling Ji: "..."

"See you are always so serious, active and active."

Di Ying fiddled with the charcoal in the stove with a branch, and flames burst out of it, not only Ling Ji, but Di Ying also flashed back alertly.

"It's so risky, I almost lost my handsome eyelashes."

Ling Ji stood two meters away: "Is this what you learned when you were filming in the mountains?"

"Throwing you into the mountains for ten months, you can still be so proficient at chopping wood and making a fire. This is all pediatrics, but the abilities of the characters I have played will never be just superficial."

"I remember that you also acted as a special soldier, parachuted across the river, and flew over the wall."

"... Be good, those who need specific scenes, brother will show you some other day." Di Ying decided to only brag about 80% of the bulls in front of Ling Ji from now on.

Di Ying rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong arms, picked up the iron spoon and stirred in the pot, and after a while, the fragrance came out.

Where he couldn't see, Ling Ji's Adam's apple slipped indistinctly.

"What are you cooking?"

Di Ying stirred the meat in the pot: "Brother's specialty is to stew a big goose in an iron pot. The fattest goose in the village is also the only adult male goose. I stewed it as soon as I grabbed it, causing all the hens in the village to goose. The geese are all widows."

Ling Ji: "And then?"

"The goose meat was so fragrant that it alarmed the villagers. In the end, I was tied to a tree when I stole the stewed goose. The owners of the male and female geese ate the meat while crying around the pot."

Ling Ji: "Where are the other ganders?"

"Such a profound question, you have to ask the screenwriter."

Di Ying scooped up some soup with an iron spoon, brought it to his mouth and blew it.

"I'll taste the saltiness first, huh-huh-suliu-it's so hot, huh-"

He added some salt to the pot while taking a breath, and looked up to see Ling Ji staring at him.

"Why, have you never seen brother so down-to-earth?"

The look of Ling Ji watching with his hands on the sidelines brought the imagery of "a gentleman far away from the kitchen" to the extreme. No wonder he only killed a tomato to sacrifice to heaven when he cooked with his own hands.

Di Ying couldn't help taking a few more glances: "How do fans usually praise you, do they say that you are a descendant god who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world?"

"No." Ling Ji denied.

"How is it possible, there must be."

Di Ying was too familiar with labeling in the entertainment industry.

"But don't feel inferior, the two of us took it, rounding it up you also took it."

There was a cutting board on the floor, and on the cutting board stood the kitchen knife that Di Ying had just used to chop meat.

Ling Ji picked up the kitchen knife with one hand.

"Just kidding! Just kidding! Why do you have such a sense of humor!"

Di Ying put a piece of meat into the bowl: "It's ready to eat, come and taste my cooking."

The temptation of delicious food prevailed, Ling Ji hesitated, put down the kitchen knife, walked around to the side against the wind, stretched his arms, and took the bowl in his hand from the farthest distance.

"Why, do you really think I'm a hooligan?" Di Ying complained.

Ling Ji: "Is it possible for me to eat the meals cooked by the three golden film emperors for free?"

Di Yingle: "It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to slip away after learning badly."

Ling Ji squatted down, holding the bowl, took a bite carefully, his eyes shone slightly under the firelight.

"You are really reserved when you eat. How does it taste?"

Ling Ji chewed and wiped out a whole piece slowly, before Di Ying received an understatement "Mmm" and an empty bowl stretched out in front of him.

Di Ying: ...It seems to have a great sense of accomplishment, but also seems to have not been affirmed at all.

If you think about it better, at least it's a distance that can pull people into your arms as soon as you reach out.

But if he really did that, for Ling Ji, he could push someone into the pot with just a stretch of his hand.

Thinking of this, Di Ying gave up unrealistic fantasies and honestly added the meat.

Xiao Ao was also attracted by the smell, and grabbed Di Ying's hand to beg for meat.

"You, a little guy who hasn't had all his baby teeth yet, want to eat meat?"

Xiao Ao didn't know if he could understand or not, so he spun around twice, then straightened up again, hugged his front paws together and bowed in the air.

Di Ying was amused: "Who did you learn this from? Our children from the Di family don't have to learn this kind of begging skill."

He took out the meat that had been reserved in advance without seasoning, finely chopped it into a puree, and fed it to Xiao Ao with the tip of his chopsticks.

"Just try it, don't eat too much."

"Squeak!" Xiao Ao ate and licked excitedly, which was much more fulfilling than feeding Ling Ji.

"You should really learn from your son," Di Ying taught Ling Ji, "this is the basic morality of eating free food."

What he answered was an empty bowl that was handed to him again.

Di Ying: "..."

"I really want to dissect you and see where your stomach is connected to the black hole of another dimension."

Di Ying complained, but his hands were not idle. Halfway through Tim, he suddenly stared at the courtyard wall with a horrified expression.

"You see what that is?"

Ling Ji was frightened by him and turned his head immediately.

There is a black shadow on the wall, and two golden light bulbs are shooting here, which is very scary at first glance.

Ling Ji frowned: "Isn't that a black cat? Maybe it's the smell of stew that attracted the nearby cats."

"Really a cat?"

"of course."

Di Ying breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, I'm scared to death."

"What do you think it is?"

"I'm nervous when I see animals with four legs and long hair. What if they come to recognize my father again?"