Back then, he would vomit three feet into the wind, but now he finally understands his brother. Now, even when Cheng Jixue is butchering a fish, he wants to watch from the sidelines.
Although the pickled fish seasoning packet was both sour and salty, Cheng Jixue had tried her best to make the pickled fish very delicious! Zhang Chaohe was fortunate enough to taste the third type of fish that Cheng Jixue had personally prepared, and he secretly praised her in his heart for once again winning over his stomach!
Around eight o'clock, Cheng Jixue requested that the ingredients delivered by the production team arrive on time. He first arranged the stir-fried sand ginger strips and jujube flesh together, then washed the soaked peach gum and put it into the clay pot. Using the most traditional method, he simmered it over low heat, and the sweet aroma of jujubes and the spicy and mellow flavor of ginger slowly wafted out.
Everyone started huddled together in the living room playing games. The three of them shared two controllers, and Cheng Jixue, using the same trick again, sat down next to Zhang Chaohe and shared a controller with him. Luan Zhang glanced at the two of them several times before finally realizing what was going on!
Before going to sleep, the two separated into different rooms. Luan Zhang took the initiative to hide in the small room, leaving the large dormitory room from the previous day for the two of them.
Cheng Jixue had been planning this all afternoon, waiting for this moment! He leisurely enjoyed the time he spent washing up with Zhang Chaohe, as if carefully unwrapping a gift.
Then, Cheng Jixue pushed open the door to the room... and froze on the spot.
The room, which should have been empty, was now occupied by Assistant Chen, who sat as upright and dignified as an iron tower! Assistant Chen had already changed into his bear pajamas and firmly occupied the central, most important location in the entire dormitory!
Cheng Jixue: ...
Am I hallucinating? How did a wall suddenly appear on this bed?
Assistant Chen said righteously, "Mr. Zhang, the production team doesn't have any extra rooms, so I'll stay with you for the night!"
After he finished speaking, he turned to Cheng Jixue with a hesitant and teasing tone: "Brother Cheng, you don't mind, do you?"
Cheng Jixue: If I mind, can you leave?
A note from the author:
Assistant Chen: We will firmly adhere to the five-meter bottom line and never waver!
I've done the math and it's not far from kissing. Assistant Chen's struggle is like a grasshopper in autumn (lights a cigarette).
Today's thank-you list!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 71
Cheng Jixue only needed to turn over towards Zhang Chaohe to see Assistant Chen's honest and simple face.
He flipped back, gritted his teeth and pondered for a while, but still couldn't resist flipping back to look at Zhang Chaohe—just then, Assistant Chen turned around, and in an instant, the ground shook violently, and then Zhang Chaohe was completely enveloped in his shadow.
Cheng Jixue: Did I break some heavenly law in my past life that I deserved to be specially sent to suppress me with the Five Finger Mountain?
Cheng Jixue stared for a long time before finally angrily turning back to sleep facing the cabinet. Just as he closed his eyes, Zhang Chaohe suddenly opened them, then secretly peered over Assistant Chen's fluffy back of the head at the other side: "..."
He thought to himself how lucky it was that Assistant Chen had appeared out of nowhere; otherwise, what if he had accidentally taken an A while half asleep in the middle of the night?
Kill him to silence him? It seems like only that can preserve his lifelong reputation!
Zhang Chaohe was extremely worried. He wrapped himself up tightly, secured himself to the bed board, and then fell asleep. However, the moment he closed his eyes, Assistant Chen secretly opened one eye!
He first cautiously observed both sides and found that President Zhang and the Demon Concubine were already asleep before secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
You've really gone to great lengths to prevent Mr. Zhang from making a serious mistake, Xiao Chen! He encouraged himself: Everyone is tempted to make a big mistake, and that's when righteous friends are needed to stop them!
Three people, three different thoughts; each lost in their own ideas, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.
The original plan for the second day was to go hiking, but a sudden downpour forced both groups of guests to take the day off. Watching the rain in the courtyard was a very pleasant experience. Away from the steel city with its skyscrapers and asphalt roads, the soil and vegetation, washed by the rain, gave off a unique and pleasant scent on a rainy day.
Whenever Zhang Chaohe smelled this special scent of moisture when he was a child, he knew he would have a good nap that afternoon. Even the loudest thunder in the world couldn't wake him; in his dreams, thunder was like the prelude to a drum set.
Wait a minute, when I was a child... I lived on the 8th floor of a staff housing complex, how could I smell this kind of odor?
Zhang Chaohe rubbed the corner of his eye, when suddenly a gust of wind blew beside him as someone sat down next to him. He turned his head and saw Cheng Jixue holding two bright orange oranges: "Choose one?"
Two oranges of similar size lay in Cheng Jixue's palms. One was plump and chubby, probably because of its thick peel; the other was smaller and smoother, likely because of its thinner peel.
Zhang Chaohe coughed, then took the one with the thicker skin: "This one is easier to peel."
The two sat on the doorstep, eating oranges and watching the torrential rain—if an elderly person were there, they would surely be waving their cane to knock them down. Although the film crew said there was no shooting schedule at the moment, the cameraman still secretly took two pictures of them sitting with their knees drawn up to their chests, their backs to the camera.
So lonely, it was as if the whole world consisted of only two stray cats cuddling together.
The next second, one of the stray cats suddenly uttered a goose-like sound: "Sigh, I really want to eat curry rice."
The gloomy atmosphere was instantly broken, and Cheng Jixue had no choice but to get up and go fulfill Xiao Zhang's great dream... There were two fat ducks before, so she took one. The duck meat was used to braise curry, and the bones were kept to make soup.
Zhang Chaohe sat outside alone for a while, staring aimlessly at the vast rain curtain for a long time, lost in thought. After a while, he stood up dejectedly, dusted off the dust on his backside, and then went to the kitchen to ask, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Cheng Jixue thought for a moment and said, "Then you can cut some mushrooms."
Zhang Chaohe resigned himself to chopping mushrooms. His mushroom-cutting skills were comparable to when he used to cut potato chunks; the mushrooms were cut crookedly and looked terrible.
Zhang Chaohe proudly thought to himself, "Truly worthy of being the last place in the wood carving competition, it successfully maintained my consistent level of performance!"
Cheng Jixue, standing to the side, glanced at him, then looked at him again, her expression showing a hint of worry: "Don't cut your hand."
Zhang Chaohe: It's not that bad?
The three people who stayed in the courtyard thought they could leisurely finish their lunch, but as noon approached, the rain subsided a little, and the four guests who stayed overnight at the resort braved the rain to return for the afternoon's recording.
As soon as he entered the room, Lu Tao smiled and said, "It smells so good!"
Zhang Chaohe, who was holding a bowl of duck soup like a refugee fleeing famine, looked up blankly upon hearing this: ?
When Cheng Jixue saw that everyone else had returned, she reached out and said, "There's more. I made a lot. Come and have some soup to warm up."
So Zhang Chaohe could only watch helplessly as what could have been three bowls of duck soup was reduced to just one. He secretly and fiercely told Cheng Jixue, "When I get home, I want to drink five-yellow chicken soup!!"
Cheng Jixue squinted her eyes with delight: "Okay, then I'll find someone to order the medicinal herbs in advance."
He said, "I'm going home!" Cheng Jixue thought excitedly—a couple of days ago, a cousin of his, known for his love-struck nature, called to ask him about the company. The cousin was about to hang up when he suddenly heard Cheng Jixue say, "I think I understand you now."
Cousin: What do you mean?
I think you'd better not misunderstand!
Zhao Xinyue didn't expect to be able to have a good lunch when she came back at noon. She was happily holding a bowl and drinking soup when she saw that General Manager Zhang was squatting on the steps, staring blankly at the rain.
Zhao Xinyue in the past: Little Zhang was very concerned about the company and the program team.
Zhao Xinyue now: He must be upset because we took the soup!
It has to be said that the Tibetan foxes have actually managed to think in sync with the geese... After a gloomy lunch, although the rain stopped, it still didn't meet the conditions for a safe ascent up the mountain. So the production team changed the schedule at the last minute, planning to have a "fireside chat in the rain" in the courtyard this afternoon.
The topic of conversation was already decided – everyone had to demonstrate a special talent for others to imitate, and the one with the fewest successful imitations would win!
"I suggest adding a condition: it can't be a skill related to your job!" Lu Tao suddenly raised his hand. "Otherwise, Xiao Cheng could just perform a Peking Opera routine; no one can imitate that!"
So, at Lu Tao's suggestion, the game rules were patched with "skills outside of one's primary profession." Everyone began to rethink what skills they possessed that others couldn't.
As the countdown ended, the veteran guests, upholding the fine tradition of humility and friendship, unanimously elected Feng Yingyu to be the first to showcase her talents.
Feng Yingyu sighed, "I've really sacrificed a lot..." Then he calmly raised his elbow, "Then I'll give you all a demonstration of licking my elbow!"
Other guests: ?
There's no need to push yourself so hard!
Actor Feng Yingyu was the first to start the book-reading session, throwing his award-winning aura to the ground and stomping on it, then performing the amazing feat of licking his elbow with his tongue—and sure enough, no other guest present could pull off a similar move!
Of course, it's also possible that people are still somewhat shameless...
The second person to take the stage was singer Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen smiled slightly and took out a Rubik's Cube from her suitcase.
She first put the headband she usually uses when washing her face on her forehead, observed the current position and structure of the Rubik's Cube, then pulled the headband down to cover her eyes, and her hands started moving like precision mechanical arms!
Blindfolded Rubik's Cube Solving!
Although it was much slower than the kind of genius world record challenges often seen on TV, it was still a height that the other guests present could hardly achieve—and the guests couldn't help but applaud.
This is something I really can't learn...
Xiao Chen smiled and stepped off the stage, then selected Lu Tao to continue the performance.
Lu Tao, a sharp-tongued and witty commentator, may not possess the technical skills of Xiao Chen, but he smiled confidently and said, "Thanks to the audience's support, I have been a renowned commentator for many years. Today, I will make my status as a renowned commentator truly deserved!"
Lu Tao took a step forward, grabbed his own chin with his bare hands, and with a nimble effort, dislocated his entire jawbone!
Guests: ? ?
The famous host suddenly became a famous host, which startled the other guests, who quickly gathered around. However, Lu Tao then used the opposite force and easily put his jaw back on!
Still shaken, the director used a megaphone to reiterate the rules: "Don't do these dangerous things! What if this gives children the wrong impression?"
Lu Tao explained with a wry smile, "I have temporomandibular joint disorder syndrome. Over the years, it has almost become habitual temporomandibular dislocation. If it gets any worse, I will have to have surgery."
However, he still added a special note: "Do not imitate dangerous actions."
The last of the veteran guests to appear was Luan Zhang—who looked genuinely distressed. He glanced at the production team and asked, "Does being able to drink a lot count?"
"I can drink two and a half jin of baijiu," Luan Zhang said hesitantly. "I can't perform that, can I?"
After the performance, he can probably just sleep on pay until the recording ends, and legitimately lie down and do nothing.
The production team: Why are you all giving me such difficult problems!
He gestured for the recording to stop and pleaded with the famous director, who looked like he was very good at socializing at drinking parties, "Director Luan... our program still needs to be broadcast, let's change it!"
If one of them had their jaw removed and the other drank two and a half jin of baijiu (Chinese liquor), this episode would probably be shut down by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, and none of them would be able to get out!
Luan Zhang's voice held a mixture of helplessness and suppressed arrogance: "What can I do? That's just the nature of my job. I'm usually either on set or at a dinner party... Do you think my good movies and good resources just fall from the sky?"
While Luan Zhang was still struggling with the production team, the three new guests, Jia Sheng, began to exchange information.
Zhang Chaohe first asked in a low voice, "What are you all planning to perform?"
Zhao Xinyue replied with a worried expression: "It's really too difficult for me. Singing and dancing are definitely within my job scope... After all, I'm a female idol."
Just as Zhang Chaohe was about to express his sympathy, he suddenly heard Zhao Xinyue sigh softly: "Am I only able to perform my photographic memory and memorization skills?"
Zhang Chaohe: ?
Isn't this all from novels? Can someone really read it once and memorize it perfectly?
He was about to retort when he heard Zhao Xinyue sigh again: "But my agent's persona for me is that of a silly beauty. Wouldn't being too smart be a bad thing?"
Zhang Chaohe was slightly depressed upon hearing this seemingly mundane remark: You never know if your favorite silly but beautiful female idol is actually a genius with a photographic memory.
He didn't want to chat with the Master of Versailles, so he turned to Cheng Jixue and asked, "Have you decided what you want to perform?"
Cheng Jixue pondered for a moment: "I have some ideas... What about you, President Zhang?"
Zhang Chaohe was extremely pleased with himself: "I'm going to go big!"