Jian Qiaoxin was actually not really good at cooking, and his craftsmanship was actually mediocre. It was just that he had been cooking for himself from a young age, so practice makes perfect. It was really just a habit.
He was taught cooking by his dad when he was young. When he grew up, his dad became seriously ill, so he was in charge of cooking at home.
He didn't have many scenes in the crew today. He really had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went home in advance to buy food and prepare a lunch box for Wen Yuan to eat. He thought he had finally sent away a prince, but he did not expect a princess to come.
Washing and picking the vegetables, the sore neck from filming in the morning was starting to ache at this moment. Jian Qiaoxin had always had poor health, and now he was even more tired.
The phone rang loudly, and he answered: "Hello?"
"Jian Qiaoxin, right? I am Wen Yuan." The voice came from the other end of the phone.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing, it's your lunch box...can you deliver it over tonight?" Wen Yuan asked brazenly.
Jian Qiaoxin frowned: "Didn't you say to bring it to you tomorrow?"
"......"
Wen Yuan knew that he was wrong, so he had to resort to his usual trick: "I'm sorry, it's actually like this. My stomach has always been bad. I had diarrhea after eating the food in the crew. When I'm in school, my food is being prepared and delivered to me from home; but now the chef has asked for a leave, I really can't help it, Brother Xiao Xin, you are the only person I can ask."
Jian Qiaoxin only rolled his eyes when he heard it, but he still couldn't afford to offend the princess for the time being, so he had to say: "Is that so, please pay more attention to your body, and I will send it over to you tonight."
Wen Yuan on the other end of the phone was happy, and he hung up after saying a few words.
Jian Qiaoxin held onto his phone and let out a deep breath. Today was his birthday. He was not sure if Qiu Jian still remembers. In fact, it was okay for him to go out tonight. If his boyfriend really forgot it, staying at home would only make him feel uncomfortable.
After packing the lunch box, Jian Qiaoxin went out.
A City--At Night
The film and television city at night was also brightly lit, with people coming and going. The film and television city was commonly known as a never sleeping city. It was common for many crews here to stay overnight.
Whether you are a big name or small name celebrity, you still need to shoot all night to catch up.
When Jian Qiaoxin came here, the crew was still in full swing. Of course, today's full swing still carried some unusual flavors.
When he came in, he was walking in the corridor and just met Big Brother Wang who was in charge of logistics.
Brother Wang laughed: "Xiao Xin, why are you here? I heard from Director Wang that you have no night scene?"
Jian Qiaoxin raised the lunch box in his hand: "Well, I'm here to deliver the lunch box. Wen Yuan's stomach is not good and he is not used to the food here."
"I see, your relationship is quite good."
On the surface, Brother Wang said so, but in fact, he could see clearly that this Wen Yuan had been living a comfortable life in the crew. He came to the crew with two assistants, three makeup artists, and a stylist. The whole team was quite mighty. It was simply the treatment of the big name celebrity.
Wen Yuan now made it clear that he wanted to embarrass Jian Qiaoxin, but Big Brother Wang did not know how Jian Qiaoxin provoked that princess and was now so miserable.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled: "Then I'll go first."
"You're going over there, right now?" Brother Wang's smile stiffened, then he slowly said after a while, "Mr. Yan is here."
Jian Qiaoxin: "......"
He was afraid of Yan Gan, like the mouse is afraid of seeing the cat.
"Forget it, I'll come back later." Jian Qiaoxin quickly gave up.
Brother Wang nodded: "Okay, the crew dinner boxes will arrive in a while, so take one for yourself. We will do some more shootings, it's good for you to watch on for practice."
"Ok."
The dressing room.
Wen Yuan asked the makeup artist to finish his makeup before slowly walking to the sofa. On the sofa, Yan Gan sat lazily, with his slender legs overlapping at will, holding the script and flipping the pages in his hand.
Wen Yuan sat down and said, "What's so good about this?"
Once he said these words, Wen Yuan knew that he had said the wrong thing, and as expected, Yan Gan's face became cold: "The script is not that interesting, why do you want to look at it?"
"Since you want to be an actor, you have to take it seriously. Being familiar with the script and memorizing the lines are the basic skills. I have heard the director say that you were not being serious. When you are filming your scene, you want to rely heavily on dubbing. Is there such a thing?"
Wen Yuan dodged the man's eyes and muttered: "What's the matter, the audience wouldn't be able to know it anyway."
"Bang!"
The script got smashed down on the table, and the whole coffee table was shaken. It could be seen that the person who threw the script was really angry.
Yan Gan's sharp eyebrows said that he would not tolerate this: "I have invited two acting teachers for you. I will join you in the filming tomorrow, and you must listen carefully to the teacher."
"......"
Wen Yuan was upset, his eyes got red, and a little grievance appeared on his beautiful face: "You only know to get mad at me, of course this is not what I want. But there are so many lines, how can I recite them all? Besides, I didn't have the experience of filming, you don't feel sorry for me at all. You said you will take care of me before. I also spent a lot of time preparing a lunch box for you this afternoon. You don't even know how hard working I was, but now you still yell at me..."
The more he talked, the more aggrieved he got, and tears started to stream down his face.
Yan Gan rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and took a tissue on the coffee table, then handed it to Wen Yuan: "Why are you crying? It is for your own good to let you learn from the teacher. Do you really think I would do something that would not benefit you?"
Wen Yuan wiped his face: "But I'm too tired. I was tired from filming, and the director asked a lot from me. Now I have a teacher, it'll be even more tiring."
"It's okay to learn slowly, but you still have to practice." Yan Gan intended to encourage him to take the international route, so he could not do it without a good acting skill.
The two chatted for a while, and Wen Yuan got panicked when Yan Gan asked about the lunch box, but he tried to delay it as much as possible, saying that he had finished it but forgot to bring it, and asked Yan Gan to wait.
After finally comforting Yan Gan, Wen Yuan hurriedly ran outside to call Jian Qiaoxin.
Jian Qiaoxin was listening to the acting in front of him and studying hard. When he was being fascinated by it, his phone rang so he had to answer the phone first.
Wen Yuan's voice was a little anxious: "Why haven't you come yet? I'm starving to death."
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "But isn't there..."
"What, where are you?"
Jian Qiaoxin frowned, a little unhappy: "If you want to eat, come and get it yourself."
There was a moment of silence, and it seemed a little unexpected, but Wen Yuan was indeed asking someone for a favor now, so he really went to the filming area to get food by himself.
He took the lunch box and said, "Thank you."
Jian Qiaoxin said: "No need, you have a bad stomach, let your chef come back early. I have average cooking skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to take on such a heavy responsibility."
Wen Yuan sneered and left.
Because he still had some scenes later on, Wen Yuan couldn't stay in the lounge for too long. It happened that Yan Gan wanted to stay to see the progress of his current filming, so he simply put the lunch box in the booth at the scene to eat.
Jian Qiaoxin happened to be sitting in the booth next door to watch the performance.
He stared at Yan Gan dumbfoundedly as the man walked over and sat down on a small table not far away. The man also leisurely opened the prepared lunch box made by him. For a moment, he really did not know what to say.
Different from the burgundy suit that he saw Yan Gan in last time, this time the man was wearing a low-key casual outfit. Maybe the man was wearing such formal attire last time that it made him look quite serious. Now the scornful look on his features was unabashed.
But unlike Xiao Zihua's arrogance, Yan Gan's arrogance was the arrogance integrated into his bones, even if he was wearing a low-key casual outfit, it was difficult to hide it.
Yan Gan sat down in the booth and seemed to notice the youth. He raised his eyebrows: "Eh, I haven't seen you for a few days, you didn't even say hello?"
"Yan, Mr. Yan." Jian Qiaoxin spoke quickly
"Uhm." Yan Gan did not mind at all, saying hello was just another form of greeting.
Jian Qiaoxin's phone vibrated, he quickly picked it up and whispered: "Hello?"
"Happy birthday, Xiao Xin!" On the other end of the phone was his best friend's voice, the voice was loud and bluffing, and the loud shout sent a shocking wave to his eardrum.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled slightly: "Thank you."
His friend Feng Qing happily said: "I sent you your birthday present. Remember to receive it today."
Jian Qiaoxin was a little moved: "I will."
Feng Qing on the other end scolded him for being too polite, and after a while, the topic came to Qiu Jian: "Are you having a candlelight dinner with Qiu Jian right now to celebrate your birthday?"
Jian Qiaoxin was silent for a while, and there was a pause on the other end of the phone.
"He...forgot?"
"No, he must be busy." Jian Qiaoxin said with no confidence.
"Busy my ass!" Feng Qing was dead serious: "Qiu Jian, this bastard! He even forgets your birthday, I will go find him!"1
Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly stopped his friend: "Don't, don't, it's just a birthday, it's not a big deal."
Feng Qing on the other end of the phone scolded him for a while, and Jian Qiaoxin coaxed him before giving up. After hanging up the phone, he felt so exhausted.
But there was a calm male voice beside him: "Your birthday?"
"Huh?" Jian Qiaoxin was startled, he turned around, and met Yan Gan's deep gaze: "Agh...Yes."
Oh god, Yan Gan, what an amazing hearing the man had: last time, it was the sound of the doorknob turning, and this time the man did not sit so close and Jian Qiaoxin's voice was obviously very small, and the set was noisy...
Yan Gan nodded, took out a platinum card from his pocket and handed it to him: "This card is Feng Huazhi's membership card. Today is your birthday, just hand them this and they will arrange everything."1
Jian Qiaoxin was shocked, he did not dare to hold it: "No, Mr. Yan, you don't have to."
"Take it, it's not a valuable thing." Yan Gan waved his hand indifferently. He lazily said, "Wen Yuan has no experience. It must have caused you some trouble to act with him on screen. He is not sensible, so please take care of him."1
Jian Qiaoxin was quiet, as he said how could someone like Yan Gan care about the birthday of a nobody like him? It turned out to be for his lover. Although Yan Gan had a bad temper, surprisingly he was very thoughtful towards his lover.
There was no jealousy; for a moment, he just felt that it was nice to be favored blatantly.1
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Jian Qiaoxin was actually not really good at cooking, and his craftsmanship was actually mediocre. It was just that he had been cooking for himself from a young age, so practice makes perfect. It was really just a habit.
He was taught cooking by his dad when he was young. When he grew up, his dad became seriously ill, so he was in charge of cooking at home.
He didn't have many scenes in the crew today. He really had nothing to do in the afternoon, so he went home in advance to buy food and prepare a lunch box for Wen Yuan to eat. He thought he had finally sent away a prince, but he did not expect a princess to come.
Washing and picking the vegetables, the sore neck from filming in the morning was starting to ache at this moment. Jian Qiaoxin had always had poor health, and now he was even more tired.
The phone rang loudly, and he answered: "Hello?"
"Jian Qiaoxin, right? I am Wen Yuan." The voice came from the other end of the phone.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing, it's your lunch box...can you deliver it over tonight?" Wen Yuan asked brazenly.
Jian Qiaoxin frowned: "Didn't you say to bring it to you tomorrow?"
"......"
Wen Yuan knew that he was wrong, so he had to resort to his usual trick: "I'm sorry, it's actually like this. My stomach has always been bad. I had diarrhea after eating the food in the crew. When I'm in school, my food is being prepared and delivered to me from home; but now the chef has asked for a leave, I really can't help it, Brother Xiao Xin, you are the only person I can ask."
Jian Qiaoxin only rolled his eyes when he heard it, but he still couldn't afford to offend the princess for the time being, so he had to say: "Is that so, please pay more attention to your body, and I will send it over to you tonight."
Wen Yuan on the other end of the phone was happy, and he hung up after saying a few words.
Jian Qiaoxin held onto his phone and let out a deep breath. Today was his birthday. He was not sure if Qiu Jian still remembers. In fact, it was okay for him to go out tonight. If his boyfriend really forgot it, staying at home would only make him feel uncomfortable.
After packing the lunch box, Jian Qiaoxin went out.
A City--At Night
The film and television city at night was also brightly lit, with people coming and going. The film and television city was commonly known as a never sleeping city. It was common for many crews here to stay overnight.
Whether you are a big name or small name celebrity, you still need to shoot all night to catch up.
When Jian Qiaoxin came here, the crew was still in full swing. Of course, today's full swing still carried some unusual flavors.
When he came in, he was walking in the corridor and just met Big Brother Wang who was in charge of logistics.
Brother Wang laughed: "Xiao Xin, why are you here? I heard from Director Wang that you have no night scene?"
Jian Qiaoxin raised the lunch box in his hand: "Well, I'm here to deliver the lunch box. Wen Yuan's stomach is not good and he is not used to the food here."
"I see, your relationship is quite good."
On the surface, Brother Wang said so, but in fact, he could see clearly that this Wen Yuan had been living a comfortable life in the crew. He came to the crew with two assistants, three makeup artists, and a stylist. The whole team was quite mighty. It was simply the treatment of the big name celebrity.
Wen Yuan now made it clear that he wanted to embarrass Jian Qiaoxin, but Big Brother Wang did not know how Jian Qiaoxin provoked that princess and was now so miserable.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled: "Then I'll go first."
"You're going over there, right now?" Brother Wang's smile stiffened, then he slowly said after a while, "Mr. Yan is here."
Jian Qiaoxin: "......"
He was afraid of Yan Gan, like the mouse is afraid of seeing the cat.
"Forget it, I'll come back later." Jian Qiaoxin quickly gave up.
Brother Wang nodded: "Okay, the crew dinner boxes will arrive in a while, so take one for yourself. We will do some more shootings, it's good for you to watch on for practice."
"Ok."
The dressing room.
Wen Yuan asked the makeup artist to finish his makeup before slowly walking to the sofa. On the sofa, Yan Gan sat lazily, with his slender legs overlapping at will, holding the script and flipping the pages in his hand.
Wen Yuan sat down and said, "What's so good about this?"
Once he said these words, Wen Yuan knew that he had said the wrong thing, and as expected, Yan Gan's face became cold: "The script is not that interesting, why do you want to look at it?"
"Since you want to be an actor, you have to take it seriously. Being familiar with the script and memorizing the lines are the basic skills. I have heard the director say that you were not being serious. When you are filming your scene, you want to rely heavily on dubbing. Is there such a thing?"
Wen Yuan dodged the man's eyes and muttered: "What's the matter, the audience wouldn't be able to know it anyway."
"Bang!"
The script got smashed down on the table, and the whole coffee table was shaken. It could be seen that the person who threw the script was really angry.
Yan Gan's sharp eyebrows said that he would not tolerate this: "I have invited two acting teachers for you. I will join you in the filming tomorrow, and you must listen carefully to the teacher."
"......"
Wen Yuan was upset, his eyes got red, and a little grievance appeared on his beautiful face: "You only know to get mad at me, of course this is not what I want. But there are so many lines, how can I recite them all? Besides, I didn't have the experience of filming, you don't feel sorry for me at all. You said you will take care of me before. I also spent a lot of time preparing a lunch box for you this afternoon. You don't even know how hard working I was, but now you still yell at me..."
The more he talked, the more aggrieved he got, and tears started to stream down his face.
Yan Gan rubbed his eyebrows, stood up and took a tissue on the coffee table, then handed it to Wen Yuan: "Why are you crying? It is for your own good to let you learn from the teacher. Do you really think I would do something that would not benefit you?"
Wen Yuan wiped his face: "But I'm too tired. I was tired from filming, and the director asked a lot from me. Now I have a teacher, it'll be even more tiring."
"It's okay to learn slowly, but you still have to practice." Yan Gan intended to encourage him to take the international route, so he could not do it without a good acting skill.
The two chatted for a while, and Wen Yuan got panicked when Yan Gan asked about the lunch box, but he tried to delay it as much as possible, saying that he had finished it but forgot to bring it, and asked Yan Gan to wait.
After finally comforting Yan Gan, Wen Yuan hurriedly ran outside to call Jian Qiaoxin.
Jian Qiaoxin was listening to the acting in front of him and studying hard. When he was being fascinated by it, his phone rang so he had to answer the phone first.
Wen Yuan's voice was a little anxious: "Why haven't you come yet? I'm starving to death."
Jian Qiaoxin hesitated: "But isn't there..."
"What, where are you?"
Jian Qiaoxin frowned, a little unhappy: "If you want to eat, come and get it yourself."
There was a moment of silence, and it seemed a little unexpected, but Wen Yuan was indeed asking someone for a favor now, so he really went to the filming area to get food by himself.
He took the lunch box and said, "Thank you."
Jian Qiaoxin said: "No need, you have a bad stomach, let your chef come back early. I have average cooking skills, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to take on such a heavy responsibility."
Wen Yuan sneered and left.
Because he still had some scenes later on, Wen Yuan couldn't stay in the lounge for too long. It happened that Yan Gan wanted to stay to see the progress of his current filming, so he simply put the lunch box in the booth at the scene to eat.
Jian Qiaoxin happened to be sitting in the booth next door to watch the performance.
He stared at Yan Gan dumbfoundedly as the man walked over and sat down on a small table not far away. The man also leisurely opened the prepared lunch box made by him. For a moment, he really did not know what to say.
Different from the burgundy suit that he saw Yan Gan in last time, this time the man was wearing a low-key casual outfit. Maybe the man was wearing such formal attire last time that it made him look quite serious. Now the scornful look on his features was unabashed.
But unlike Xiao Zihua's arrogance, Yan Gan's arrogance was the arrogance integrated into his bones, even if he was wearing a low-key casual outfit, it was difficult to hide it.
Yan Gan sat down in the booth and seemed to notice the youth. He raised his eyebrows: "Eh, I haven't seen you for a few days, you didn't even say hello?"
"Yan, Mr. Yan." Jian Qiaoxin spoke quickly
"Uhm." Yan Gan did not mind at all, saying hello was just another form of greeting.
Jian Qiaoxin's phone vibrated, he quickly picked it up and whispered: "Hello?"
"Happy birthday, Xiao Xin!" On the other end of the phone was his best friend's voice, the voice was loud and bluffing, and the loud shout sent a shocking wave to his eardrum.
Jian Qiaoxin smiled slightly: "Thank you."
His friend Feng Qing happily said: "I sent you your birthday present. Remember to receive it today."
Jian Qiaoxin was a little moved: "I will."
Feng Qing on the other end scolded him for being too polite, and after a while, the topic came to Qiu Jian: "Are you having a candlelight dinner with Qiu Jian right now to celebrate your birthday?"
Jian Qiaoxin was silent for a while, and there was a pause on the other end of the phone.
"He...forgot?"
"No, he must be busy." Jian Qiaoxin said with no confidence.
"Busy my ass!" Feng Qing was dead serious: "Qiu Jian, this bastard! He even forgets your birthday, I will go find him!"1
Jian Qiaoxin hurriedly stopped his friend: "Don't, don't, it's just a birthday, it's not a big deal."
Feng Qing on the other end of the phone scolded him for a while, and Jian Qiaoxin coaxed him before giving up. After hanging up the phone, he felt so exhausted.
But there was a calm male voice beside him: "Your birthday?"
"Huh?" Jian Qiaoxin was startled, he turned around, and met Yan Gan's deep gaze: "Agh...Yes."
Oh god, Yan Gan, what an amazing hearing the man had: last time, it was the sound of the doorknob turning, and this time the man did not sit so close and Jian Qiaoxin's voice was obviously very small, and the set was noisy...
Yan Gan nodded, took out a platinum card from his pocket and handed it to him: "This card is Feng Huazhi's membership card. Today is your birthday, just hand them this and they will arrange everything."1
Jian Qiaoxin was shocked, he did not dare to hold it: "No, Mr. Yan, you don't have to."
"Take it, it's not a valuable thing." Yan Gan waved his hand indifferently. He lazily said, "Wen Yuan has no experience. It must have caused you some trouble to act with him on screen. He is not sensible, so please take care of him."1
Jian Qiaoxin was quiet, as he said how could someone like Yan Gan care about the birthday of a nobody like him? It turned out to be for his lover. Although Yan Gan had a bad temper, surprisingly he was very thoughtful towards his lover.
There was no jealousy; for a moment, he just felt that it was nice to be favored blatantly.1
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