MTL - The President of Spicy Chicken Has Returned My Innocence!-Chapter 55

The surroundings were silent for a while.

Although this kind of thing is not uncommon in the circle, it is indeed too rare for the president to take the initiative to do this kind of thing, and even inexplicably appear to be extraordinarily straightforward.

"It's like this now..."

The middle-aged actor put his chin down, tried his best to be calm, and explained to the old actor: "The new generation's way of love."

The old actor breathed a sigh of relief: "No wonder."

Middle-aged actor: "Qingqing Zijin, enjoy my meal, hold my hand, and eat with my son."

The old actor nodded: "It makes sense."

Middle-aged actor: "Now there is a game called "Eat Chicken", and that's what it is about."

Old actor humbly study: "Remember..."

…

Liang Xiao was in a trance, slowly chewing the piece of chicken and swallowing it.

Liang Xiao touched herself tremblingly, and was scalded.

Maybe it was the housekeeper who instilled some strange ideas into Mr. Huo.

Liang Xiao was worried, raised her head and opened her mouth to ask a question.

As soon as I opened my mouth, a piece of potato that was not hot was put in firmly.

Liang Xiao: “…”

Liang Xiao closed his mouth and ate the potatoes carefully.

The appearance of walnuts shows that Mr. Huo has entered the susceptible period again for unknown reasons.

Huo Lan in the susceptible period will be very firm and stubborn in his own logic chain.

Liang Xiao chewed the soft potatoes soaked in the soup for 30 times, but couldn't hold back, she secretly reached out and helped Mr. Huo to pat the walnut crumbs off his cuffs.

Liang Xiao bumped his upper and lower teeth slowly, looked at Huo Lan with a solemn expression, and finally came to a cautious conclusion.

...their susceptibility period Mr. Huo may not realize that not everyone's mouth must be opened, and something must be put in it to fill it.

A person may open his mouth to speak.

-"

Huo Lan held his hand and handed the chopsticks to him.

Liang Xiao held it and swallowed the rest of the words: "...?"

Huo Lanmeifeng frowned slightly: "Outside."

He and Mr. Liang are already a family, and they are closer than before. Naturally, they can do things that they could never do before.

But be measured.

Although he knows Liang Xiao, the crew may not be familiar with it.

Huo Lan was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he persuaded him in a low voice: "Eat by yourself first."

Liang Xiao: “…”

Huo Lan raised her eyes, tried her best to overcome the obstacles, and whispered: "Go home... Let's be together again."

Liang Xiao shook his hand holding the chopsticks, took a deep breath, and pressed his heart with trembling.

… He wanted to cover his manager’s eyes now, stand up and run around the crew three times, and then ran straight home.

Liang Xiao carefully measured the value of force for a while, feeling that she might not be able to cover her manager's eyes, a little regretful, sighed, and overturned the plan in the first step.

Liang Xiao bowed his head, pulled another wet towel, wiped his hands carefully, and carefully opened the lunch box.

The space separated by this steel lunch box is very simple. In addition to rice, there is only a very homely chicken stew with potatoes.

Selected free-range chicken thighs, stewed with high-quality, high-yield, green and pollution-free potatoes.

Liang Xiao tried his best to change the name of the dish to suit their identity as President Huo. He hesitated with his chopsticks for a long time, and was a little reluctant to eat it: "President Huo, can I bring it back?"

Huo Lan didn't expect him to eat so hard, frowned, and confirmed in a low voice: "It must be—"

Liang Xiao's eyes darkened: "No need to feed."

Huo Lan was cut off by him, and he lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

Liang Xiao was hesitant and carefully selected for a long time, trying to choose a potato that didn't look so good to eat, but was unsuccessful: "Why... these potatoes all look the same?"

The housekeeper just came over, he was tired after hearing the words, and sighed: "Because Huo always takes——"

Huo Lan glanced at him.

The housekeeper shut up and swallowed "Because Huo always measures and cut piece by piece with a ruler".

Before the housekeeper finished speaking, Liang Xiao heard the key point and was stunned for a while, his eyes fell on Huo Lan.

Liang Xiao tried his best, but couldn't come up with it... Mr. Huo, who is stern and sharp, rolled up his shirt sleeves and cooked a home-cooked dish in the kitchen.

Huo Lan obviously didn't want him to think about it, so he gave the housekeeper a stern look and made people shut up: "Eat well."

Liang Xiao said softly, "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan's shoulders tensed silently.

Liang Xiao looked at the small ice slug on top of Mr. Huo's head, couldn't hold back, and rubbed the back of his hand quietly: "The villa doesn't have four kitchens..."

The housekeeper changed his words: "Select one of the four kitchens that is not seriously damaged, and repair it to the extent that it can continue to be used."

Huo Lan: “…”

Liang Xiao: “…”

The captain of the bodyguard is still in the villa to supervise and repair the house.

The housekeeper was very busy, so he bowed to Mr. Huo and left with frost.

Huo Lan rarely encounters a field that he is not good at. He didn't want to tell Liang Xiao to know this. Uncontrollable irritability surged up, and he couldn't help frowning.

Liang Xiao held the lunch box and moved to his side: "Mr. Huo."

Huo Lan was silent for a while: "I'm not."

Liang Xiao was stunned: "Not what?"

…not a kitchen that was deliberately broken.

The two will live together in the future and will live in the house bought by Mr. Liang.

Huo Lan didn't want to give Liang Xiao the impression that he didn't have to blow up the kitchen, so he couldn't explain it, so he silently said, "It's alright."

As far as cooking is concerned, Huo Lan is not slow to learn.

Even if Huo Lan has never been exposed to cooking, he will not be able to replicate the process of using chemical experiments.

But Mr. Huo's pheromone is not very stable after all.

The temperature changes suddenly.

Unexpected dangers and surprises can easily arise.

Huo Lan was emotionally unstable during the susceptible period. He couldn't hold back the irritability in his chest.

Liang Xiao: "Huo Lan."

Huo Lan's body is slightly stagnant.

"Are you hurt?" Liang Xiao asked.

Huo Lan shook his head.

Liang Xiao covered his hand: "Have you eaten it yourself?"

Huo Lan was hugged by him, subconsciously wanted to hold it back, moved his arm slightly and shook his head.

Liang Xiao knew it, raised her head to give Duan Ming a look, and quickly looked around.

No one noticed.

The agent understood, and pulled the still confused assistant over, strictly blocking the eyes of outsiders.

Liang Xiao turned around, covered her body, grabbed the chopsticks, and burned her ears first.

Liang Xiao took a breath: "Open your mouth..."

Huo Lan was slightly startled: "What?"

"My Boss Huo." Liang Xiao smiled, "It's not like that."

The studio was chaotic, some people were busy interviewing and chasing hot topics, some people were arranging work, and no one paid attention to the corner of the rest area.

It was red and hot, and Mr. Huo also took a bite of the meal he cooked by himself.

Strictly supervising Mr. Liang's meal, Huo Lan took the lunch box and got up and left the crew.

Liang Xiao held her breath and leaned against the corner: "I can't eat a single bite."

"..." Duan Ming patted him on the back indiscriminately: "Did Mr. Huo say anything to you?"

Liang Xiao slowly turned his head: "Mr. Huo said...not satisfied."

Duan Mingxin followed up: "What are you dissatisfied with?"

"It's getting cold."

Liang Xiao didn't think so, but Mr. Huo was very demanding and tried his best to think about it: "I put a little more salt, the soup is a little thick, and the rice is not grainy and plump enough..."

Duan Ming had a headache and lowered his voice: "What about business?"

Liang Xiao looked up.

Duan Ming: "Long Tao has been tossing around for the past two days. Is there anything I want to find you? Is there something wrong with the company? Is there something wrong with the crew?"

Mr. Huo personally came to deliver the meal, no doubt he should be happy, but if there is really something to be entrusted to them, there is no delay.

Duan Ming dragged his assistant and analyzed it carefully for half an hour, and even came up with the possibility of calling him back to Long Tao to go undercover.

Shi Junlu shared the worries for the king, Duan Ming didn't dare to believe that Mr. Huo was just here to give Liang Xiao this meal, and he was almost fully prepared.

"Don't be embarrassed." Duan Ming whispered to him, "Is there anything we need to do here, I still have some connections in Longtao."

Duan Ming: "It's a bit difficult for the high-level executives to ask for news, and it's always okay to check the wind direction."

Liang Xiao was stunned, sat up, and thought about it carefully.

Duan Ming saw that he did not speak: "Didn't speak?"

Liang Xiao shook his head.

Duan Ming stared at him for a long time: "Just let you have a good meal?"

Liang Xiao: "Let me sleep well."

Duan Ming: "…"

Duan Ming's address book is ready, he was shaken and firm, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled while pressing his forehead.

Liang Xiao stretched out his hand and shook it carefully in front of him: "Brother Duan?"

Duan Ming looked at him, raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

Liang Xiao drew a small question mark for him.

"...Traitor O and bring disaster to the country." Duan Ming sighed, "It's alright, let's go get your makeup done."

The big art of the costume drama comes first, and the scene has been carefully polished for more than half a year. It was not until last month that the details of the costume and props were finally finalized.

After a busy week, the customized costumes were finally put in place. The production director took the field service around for a noon, and it was just set up.

As soon as Liang Xiao arrived on the set, he was stopped by the assistant director and dragged into the dressing room.

"Little Marquis is here."

The art director saw him and greeted with a smile: "Come and have a look."

Liang Xiaoke said hello: "Mr. Chen."

The art director's surname is Chen and his name is Chen Hongwen. He has handled many film art productions that have won international awards and is quite famous in the industry.

The shed scene of "Cloud Flag" and the shape adjustment of several main palaces were all made by him. knee.

Chen Hongwen is old and has a good temper, and nodded at him with a smile.

"These sets are mainly for juvenile scenes, accounting for about ten episodes."

The assistant director in charge of him came over and helped him introduce: "Mainly bright colors, two sets of pure white embossed gold thread rolling clouds and thunder dark pattern uniforms, one ultramarine training uniform, and a chain armor , A set of light armor, and there is also a set of uniforms according to the title, and the shape is the same as that of other teachers."

Since Liang Xiao debuted, he has played many roles, and he has never been treated like this.

Duan Ming was shocked by his body and mind, and said politely in a low voice: "It's too expensive..."

Duan Ming: "…"

"The teacher is joking." Afraid that Liang Xiao would think too much, the assistant director quickly explained, "We have several sets of beautiful linen."

Liang Xiao was slightly dumb and nodded: "Okay."

Yun Lang was raised in the palace since he was a child. He is a noble and precious young marquis. He is also a young general who can fight on horses at the age of seventeen and drive Rong and Di out of Baili Road overnight. More sets of clothes are not reasonable.

He looked at the sets of clothes, picked up a Xuanbai folding fan beside him, and tried to weigh it in his hand.

Chen Hongwen looked at him, his eyes lit up: "Can you turn?"

Liang Xiao nodded, the fan turned a few dazzling circles between his fingers, and fell firmly in his hand: "It's all just playing around..."

"Very suitable." Chen Hongwen wrote it down, "Go back and add a glass jade pendant to the fan and twist gold thread."

The director on the side couldn't help laughing: "That's really a fool."

"You are a fool, and you don't make a fool of yourself." Chen Hongwen slapped his pen twice, "Meteor Baiyu is inserted into his waist, others are studying poetry and books in the palace, and he is chasing Rong Di as a rabbit in the Gobi. What's wrong with breaking jadeite with a gold thread pendant on a fan?"

The director swallowed the price of the glass seed, and nodded in convincing: "Yes."

"The feeling here has to be accurate." The screenwriter explained to Liang Xiao, "Yunlang is very talented, among the contemporaries in the palace at that time, even if you count the prince, he was the most favored. of."

Liang Xiao nodded.

Empress Zhenyuan Houtong is the aunt and nephew of the family. The emperor and empress are especially indulgent and indulgent towards Yun Lang, a gifted grandson, and they often give back protection when they get into trouble, and at most falsely reprimand them. sentence.

Even if the Marquis of Zhenyuan committed the crime of raising the clan to death, and there is no way to turn around, the emperor only sighed after hearing that Yun Lang had escaped, and did not ask anyone to investigate further.

If it weren't for the death of the emperor, the new emperor ascended the throne, and he was guilty of pulling out the old things from the past, Yun Lang would not have been bitten by the pursuers, and rolled out of the blood-soaked 2,000-mile road.

"So the escape was actually divided into two stages."

The assistant director took over the conversation: "The late emperor was in power, although he wanted to conceal his identity, but his life was not in danger."

In this section, although Yun Lang fled under the guilt, he still couldn't erase the preciousness in his bones.

Liang Xiao nodded.

The assistant director showed him a few sets of simple and ordinary clothes, and turned around: "But when the new emperor came to the throne, he suddenly killed every step of the way, and a wrong step was a net of heaven and earth, and he was injured several times. Nearly killed."

Liang Xiao didn't have much opinion on wearing cloth strips. It was really embarrassing to see the assistant director's face, so he took the initiative to explain to him: "At the moment of life and death, I don't care too much."

The assistant director heaved a sigh of relief and nodded quickly.

Liang Xiao looked all the way, and was attracted by the last set: "When is this one?"

From the moment she was convicted, Yun Lang's clothes turned dark tones, and several sets were depressing black cyan and black. Liang Xiao had a general idea in his mind, but he didn't expect that there would be an extra set of bright white clothes in the end.

"The last episode." The screenwriter said, "Yun Lang knows that there is no one to send in the DPRK.

Yun Lang used to go out on the expedition, always wearing a BMW light fur, silver armor and white clothes, this time it is undoubtedly impossible to get the armor.

However, General Yun is very strict. Even if he is already full of sins, he will never rush to the frontier wearing rags.

This section is not listed in the script. Liang Xiao thought for a while and nodded, "So I went to buy a set..."

"The things that Xiaohou sees, have never bought in person."

Screenwriter: "Go back to the palace to grab it."

Liang Xiao: “…”

"The newly acquired high-quality Yunjin by the Garment Bureau, a tribute from southern Xinjiang."

There is no Yun Lang in this section, not in Liang Xiao's script, the assistant director added to him: "It is almost enough to cut wide robes and wide sleeves, and the rest is only enough to make a set of bunts. ."

Assistant Director: "At the time of the Southern Border Rebellion, he was beaten and subdued by Yun Lang's troops, and he only paid tribute every year."

.

When she realized that the theft of clothes was unusual, the secret guards hurriedly chased them out. Yun Lang had already returned to the dilapidated palace with the seal, pulled out his white wax gun, and rode his horse out of Beijing. ten miles away.

…

Everyone clarified the plot line in a few words, and the photography was waiting on the side. When Liang Xiao felt it, he changed clothes and made up.

"He has always been arrogant." The screenwriter said, "It's not arrogant, it's really arrogant."

Jin Dao pushed the door open, and nodded when he heard the words: "He chose the way to survive, and he found the way to die."

"When he was born, the white tiger star moved, and there was a lot of chaos inside and outside the palace, saying that he was afraid of disasters, blessings and misfortunes were continuous, and in the future, he would die in blood, and he would overcome great evil."

Screenwriter: "He disagrees, saying that the white tiger is no better than him."

"But he is also a little prince who is loved by thousands of people."

Director Jin glanced at the screenwriter and pulled Liang Xiao back: "He has the sternness of a major general and the temperament of a young master who was spoiled."

The assistant director nodded and turned the script: "When I negotiated with Rong Di, he was sitting on the border, and he felt that the border was too bitter and cold. It was the white fox fur that the emperor bestowed on him, and he was coaxed. Not in a hurry, take someone to destroy Rong Di's nest."

Liang Xiao had a general idea, nodded and took the prop sword thrown by the director.

Jin Daogang picked up a very experienced senior Weiya team inexplicably. Soon after entering the door, he was in a rare good mood: "Try it."

In order to achieve the effect of the lens, the prop sword is also made of metal material, which is heavy on the hand, but it is not sharpened.

Liang Xiao weighed it in his hand, tried to draw the sword out, and pulled a few sword flowers.

on the wrist.

"Beautiful!" Chen Hongwen's eyes lit up, and he reminded aloud, "Wu Xing should be more distracted and design martial arts moves for him."

Jin Dao nodded: "Don't be distracted, there is someone over there in Wia."

"Is someone in charge?" The director was stunned, "Where are the people from, aren't they all martial artist Lavia?"

Director Jin is also not clear, but the top Weiya teacher, if someone dares to donate, Director Jin dares to ask for it: "The crew just accepted a donation."

Director: "…"

The director has produced so many movies and TV shows, and has also received many donations from fans or artist teams, such as fan heaters, sun loungers and sun umbrellas. I will donate some strange gifts such as easy-to-cook snail powder hot pot base.

But no one has ever come this far.

…

Donated a WIA team.

Liang Xiao vaguely knew who was the one who established the roots, shook his head at the manager without a trace, and put the sword back in its sheath.

Duan Ming understood, closed his mouth and did not participate in the discussion, and helped him fan the back of his red ears and neck: "Control it, try to keep it as red as possible."

Liang Xiao: "...Okay."

Duan Ming pulled his assistant over and helped him block.

Although the ordinary martial arts team can also be competent for the work of Weiya, it is undoubtedly good news that there are professionals to help out.

Duan Ming has seen Yun Lang's martial arts design, Xiaohou Ye has a good talent, and he has a good grasp of martial arts.

High and high, not on the roof, just on the way to the roof.

Now that there is more security, Duan Ming is also a lot more at ease, happily chatting with Liang Xiao in a low voice: "Mr. Huo has even considered this, but he said nothing about what you will do with your meals in the future. ?"

Liang Xiao coughed: "Xingguan... has a team."

After all, Huo Lan still has work to do, so he can't fry the kitchen every day. This time, he brought a few chefs from the villa.

Liang Xiao originally thought it was impossible, but Huo Lan stuffed a bag of freshly peeled walnuts into his hand, and was not willing to speak any more.

There are too many people in the crew, and they are talking about business, so I can't let go of happiness.

Duan Ming stared at the side, seeing that his expression management had a tendency to become complacent, he cleared his throat, took out his mobile phone and plugged in the earphones: "What are you thinking?"

Liang Xiao couldn't hold back, lowered her voice, and showed off to him happily: "I think Mr. Huo received the four hundred words I worked so hard..."

“…” Duan Ming: “How many words?”

Liang Xiao is cruel: "Four hundred and two."

Duan Ming patted Liang Xiao on the shoulder, clicked on the "Heart Clearing Mantra", and put on his earphones.

Liang Xiao was suddenly enlightened by the mighty Buddha's music, and was a little dazed. He looked up and looked at the crew members who were still discussing who would donate to the Weiya team, and drew a question mark for him.

"Forget it."

Duan Ming couldn't bear to tell him that the head of the operation department had three thousand words written on his underpants. Looking at him, he sighed, "Listen to the song for a while."