Li Zhiqing was wrapped in a thin layer of quilt, only his head was exposed from above. He instinctively arched and rubbed when he felt hungry at night, his hair was messed up a bit, and his eyes were stained hazy. , It really looks like a kid who just woke up, especially lying on the bed to make such a funny action.
You Chuan put the supper on the table and looked at the child who hadn't finished looking at him. Finally he couldn't help but raised his hand with a smile, and beckoned him with his palm down.
Li Zhiqing buried his face in his arms and rubbed hard, got out of the quilt, got out of bed and walked over: "...It smells so good, what is it?"
You Chuan took the packing box out of the bag and opened the lid. The smell went all around like crazy. Li Zhiqing's stomach immediately rang in concert. He embarrassedly touched the tip of his nose, doing three steps in two steps. Step by step to the table.
A box of Shaomai, a box of fried dumplings, and a small bowl of ribs and millet porridge.
"Where did it come from?" Li Zhiqing's mouth flooded with saliva, and he swallowed hard before asking him.
You Chuan opened the plastic seal of the disposable tableware: "There is a store on the street, but it is not closed."
Li Zhiqing used to buy him a wallet when he took him out to buy things, and some cash was stuffed in it. Although You Chuan didn’t need it, he always carried it with him as a collectible. This is the first time I took it out tonight. use.
Li Zhiqing raised his head and glanced at him.
Their room was on the eighteenth floor of the hotel, and the 24-hour restaurant was separated from the hotel by two roads. He always felt that it would not take a minute for You Chuan to go out and come back.
You Chuan opened the chopsticks neatly, pinched the middle section of the chopsticks with fingertips, and turned the chopsticks slightly towards him, before handing them to Li Zhiqing.
Li Zhiqing looked at the neatly arranged noodles in the paper box. After taking the chopsticks, he hesitated to pick up a fried dumpling. After struggling for a few seconds, he loosened the fried dumpling: "I'll rinse my mouth first."
After all, I slept for most of the night, and I can barely bear it without brushing his teeth. He couldn't get his mouth down without gargle.
Just as Li Zhiqing put his chopsticks aside, You Chuan suddenly turned his head and glanced out.
Li Zhiqing couldn't help but stunned, and stopped to go to the bathroom: "What's wrong?"
You Chuan looked back at him: "Someone is here."
"Who?" After Li Zhiqing asked, he inexplicably remembered the irresponsible ridicule Tang Shunshi had said before, "Knock on the door in the middle of the night, either a lady or a ghost."
You Chuan replied: "People at work."
"The program group?"
"Well," You Chuan nodded, "Do you want them to come in?"
Li Zhiqing didn't quite understand what he meant. If the program crew came late at night, it must be related to the recording. It is very likely that they have obtained the room card of his room. If you want to come in, you can come in naturally: "If you work, you can come in."
Almost at the same time as his voice fell, there was a slight movement of the door being pushed open from the outside, and then a group of people could hear deliberately light footsteps.
Li Zhiqing simply walked out of the bedroom. As expected, it was someone from the show crew, and the leader was the director. The two or three cameras behind were placed on the shoulders of the cameraman like high artillery. The lights were very dim. When a group of people saw Li Zhiqing suddenly open the door I was shocked when I came out.
"Not sleeping?" The director responded and asked him first.
Thinking that his hair was still messed up, Li Zhiqing hurriedly stretched out his hand and scratched it. He smiled and replied: "Asleep, and wake up hungry again, get up and eat something."
Everyone pursed their mouths and smiled. Li Zhiqing was laughing inexplicably. The director grinned and handed him a task card: "Our recording is about to begin now. This is what you will execute today. The first task."
"It's starting now?" Li Zhiqing took the task card, looked at the completely dark sky outside the window, and opened his eyes incredibly, "What time is it now?"
The director glanced at his watch and replied: "It is still fifteen minutes away from 3:30 in the morning."
"Three o'clock in the morning..." Li Zhiqing was startled with a smile, took a step back, and looked around the director team that started work early, "You guys are too hard, you started so early? Is everyone at this time? ?"
No wonder Feng Liangqiu reminded him to go to bed as soon as possible.
"Please read the mission card first." The director reminded him.
Li Zhiqing lowered his head with emotion, and read the words on the card with the light coming over: "Please finish washing before 3:30, change into the chef's clothes and rush to the hotel kitchen to prepare a rich breakfast for all the guests... Huh?!" At the end, his eyes widened, "Wait, is this the only one? Am I going to make breakfast alone?"
"Yes, you need to make a full breakfast for the remaining eleven members within the specified time. A detailed list has been prepared for you in the kitchen. This is your chef's uniform." Li Zhiqing's expression is very funny, and the director smirks Signaled the people behind to deliver the entire chef's uniform to him.
Li Zhiqing was dumbfounded: "Why?"
Why did this person choose him?
"That's it," the director continued to smirk, but he showed a clear smile when he spoke. "This task was originally performed by Feng Liangqiu, but the director team misjudged his game link in the catalog system of last season. Therefore, he was given a reversal compensation. As long as he can successfully deceive any guest not to eat dinner, he can exchange identities with the corresponding guest and let the guest complete this task on his behalf."
Li Zhiqing closed his eyes and patted his forehead. He wanted to laugh but was helpless: "So he only came to me last night, didn't he?"
The director reminded him: "You still have about ten minutes to prepare."
Li Zhiqing said seriously: "Can I use these ten minutes to beat Feng Liangqiu fat."
The director smiled: "After the mission is completed, it's not that there is no such opportunity."
Li Zhiqing confessed his fate and went back to the bedroom, rushing to wash away, wiped the water on his face half-dry, and then came out to take off his pajamas, and when he threw it on the bed, he copied the chef's uniform and put it on his body: "Did you just hear what they said? ?"
In the past, You Chuan took the initiative to go out when Li Zhiqing changed his clothes, but today is too hurry and there are people outside, so he didn't have time to avoid it.
Li Zhiqing was also a little embarrassed to take off his clothes in front of You Chuan, so he could only turn his back all the way.
The muscles on his body are well-proportioned and thin, with no obvious lumps, and the lines are long and smooth. The legs are also slender and straight. The buttocks without excess fat are rare in men. The shoulder blades and spine grooves are also rare. Following the change, the clothes fell, all covered under the white cloth.
You Chuan just glanced at it and quickly pulled his gaze down, secretly squeezed the corner of the table, and the muscles in his arms also bulged: "Yeah."
"Feng Liangqiu is too much, I will have to kick him later." Hungry is really hungry. Li Zhiqing changed his clothes and hurried over and stuffed fried dumplings in his mouth. He ate in a hurry, didn't chew too much, and when he swallowed it. Both frowned.
You Chuan removed a pair of chopsticks again, sprinkled the congee side dishes in a bowl, stirred and handed it to Li Zhiqing along with the spoon: "Drink the porridge and nourish the stomach."
The director knocked on the door outside. Li Zhiqing held a small plastic bowl and poured it into his mouth. After drinking, he spit out two small bones. He raised his leg and walked towards the door. He turned the doorknob and looked back to You Chuan pitifully. He wrinkled his face: "...It's over, I'm going to have an appetizer."
The hunger with an empty stomach is uncomfortable, and the hunger with just a little cushion also tortures people.
But there is no way to torture people. Li Zhiqing can only rush to the back kitchen under the guidance of the program group, knead dough and dress up stuffing under the guidance of the arranged staff, and even make some delicious desserts.
This process is like hell to Li Zhiqing. He survived by reciting Feng Liangqiu's name silently when he decorated the freshly baked desserts.
The filming director of the variety show not only shoulders the task of shooting, but also guides and inspires the guests in a timely manner. When he saw Li Zhiqing's full-faced story, he asked him a few words.
Li Zhiqing talked about what he was busy with, "...I didn’t eat at noon yesterday, and I didn’t eat last night. I just had an appetite again, and now I have to make so many breakfasts...Really, I am definitely going to fight. Feng Liangqiu’s, no one can stop me."
He had a solemn face, and he didn't speak loudly, as if he was talking to himself, making the director group laugh.
Li Zhiqing finally kneaded the dough and left the rest of the process to the professional masters.
When kneading dough for the first time, most of them can’t escape the experience of sticky hands. Li Zhiqing’s palms and fingertips are stuck with a few pieces of semi-dried flour. He feels that his unsatisfied stomach has been lost in the two hours. The cruelty was almost numb.
The director team gave Li Zhiqing a 15-minute break. Li Zhiqing left the kitchen and found a row of seats in the hallway with You Chuan. He pulled a piece of paper towel and spread it on his legs, and said, "I might be hungry." I have an illusion, and I now feel that there is a sweet smell here."
It was very similar to the brown sugar glutinous rice cake he bought on the road before he came to the hotel.
You Chuan chuckled when he heard the words.
Li Zhiqing thought he was making a joke that he was delicious, and as soon as he lifted his eyes, he saw that You Chuan did not know where he had taken out a familiar packing box. As soon as the paper lid was opened, it was filled with neatly cut brown sugar glutinous rice cakes.
The glutinous rice cake was fried to golden brown, the brown sugar was blanched for most of the surface, and the sesame and cooked soybean powder were sprinkled with a thin layer, which made one's index finger move.
Li Zhiqing was shocked immediately, and couldn't even stop the action of picking the flour: "...Where did it come from?"
Whether it is the expression, tone, or the words asked, they are exactly the same as when they first woke up in the early morning.
You Chuan wanted to tease him for no reason: "Grab it."
Li Zhiqing recognized that the packing box with glutinous rice cakes was the same as the one he had bought before, and smiled: "Bullshit."
The weather in late autumn has turned cold, but the glutinous rice cake is still hot. Li Zhiqing dared to open his mouth and bite it after blowing it a few times. The skin is crispy, the inside is soft, and his mouth is full of sweetness: "This is really delicious." He was chewing, and took another piece and handed it to You Chuan, "Come on?"
When passing by that store, Li Zhiqing bought a total of two boxes, and You Chuan finally finished the portion that was given to him. Li Zhiqing thought he should like it too.
The glutinous rice cake is rectangular and not soft. Li Zhiqing only clamped half of the rice cake when he ate it. He didn't touch the saliva to the tip of his chopsticks. He was also very calm when feeding it to Youchuan.
You Chuan leaned forward slightly, opened his mouth and bit down the glutinous rice cake, the chopsticks rubbed against the edge of his lips, as if touching or not touching, Li Zhiqing was a bit stiff when he saw it.
He pretended to put his hand down calmly on his face, and stared at the top of the chopsticks for two seconds with his eyes down. When he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, he slammed the tip of the chopsticks against his lips.
Li Zhiqing didn't feel how sweet and fragrant the glutinous rice cake in his mouth was. Just sticking it to the chopsticks made him want to bend the corners of his mouth.
He strained the corners of his dishonest mouth, but his eyes had forgotten to control, and the frequency of blinking was obviously a little higher than usual.
You Chuan sat next to him, lowered his head while looking down, silently watching the two curled eyelashes flap up and down from time to time, lively like a butterfly that ended warming in the sun in early spring.
He wanted to cage the pair of butterflies into his hands more than once, best that no one could see it.
The author has something to say: Li Zhiqing: If You Chuan goes to deliver food, it is estimated that all the food delivery guys across the country will lose their jobs.
You Chuan: …Will my daughter-in-law stay with me just to be able to eat takeaway anytime, anywhere?