The movements are also very accurate, and the eyes with story-telling look down at him with open arms seem to have been practiced thousands of times.
No, that's not a story, it should be called an accident.
After giving a simple answer, he picked up the chopsticks and flipped the chicken legs that were almost cooked.
The reporter followed his answer and asked Zhong Jiuyin: "Has Jiuyin ever practiced skills in this area? Netizens say that you are very suitable for martial arts movies and dramas, but we know that you are not a martial artist."
"I have practiced a little bit," Zhong Jiuyin said modestly.
She was also peeling peanuts, cracking the shells with a click, and casually picking them with her fingertips, and two peanuts fell into the bowl. Although she was fast, her movements did not look like an expert, like a kitchen bastard.
The side dishes were almost ready, and a reporter with a bad taste asked by name:
"You can tell at a glance who often cooks at home. Liang Zhi, if the five people here were to be ranked in terms of cooking skills and frequency of cooking, who would be last?"
The original owner's difficulties and collapse are just a paragraph of text to others. As a reader, her feelings are definitely not as profound as mine. She tells it simply and casually, without getting choked up by memories.
[Very good, Zhong Jiuyin’s fans have a good psychological quality hahahahahahahaha]
[Liang Zhi blushes too easily. Zhong Jiuyin is probably helping Liang Zhi out of trouble. He is a very nice person]
[Although as a fan, I am embarrassed to say it, but Zhong Jiuyin was well-known before this. He went to the center of the earth to find out that there is no such person. He has a shitty job but a shitty money.]
Ai Yuanyuan asked in disbelief: "So miserable?"
[Yuan Yi, my big dog, is very cautious when asking questions, and even tilts his head to look at people’s faces]
[No way to answer, brother, you have a network card, didn’t you hear? 】
After the touching topic was over, Zhong Jiuyin took the peeled peanuts to Yan Cheng, patted the dust on his hands like a normal person, and said:
"The task is completed. Is there anything else that needs to be done? I can do anything that has no technical content and reflects personal abilities."
"Actually, in fact, everyone is pretty good. If they all cook, they will definitely be better than me. I... As for the last place, the last place should be..."
[Who knows if I took the opportunity to talk about this topic and it sold badly? Don’t the people the program team wants to praise have to show their distressed past? Is there anything new in the entertainment industry? It’s been like this over and over again, boring]
She lowered her head and continued to peel the last bit of peanuts. The barrage on the live broadcast room doubled in size and flew by quickly.
[Can you please stop acting like you’ve never seen something that doesn’t exist in this world? There are still many people who can eat noodles for half a month for ten yuan]
She shrugged nonchalantly: "It's okay."
Zhong Jiuyin: "Isn't it silk?"
Zhong Jiuyin didn't expect that he could really arrange tasks for her according to this casual request, so she could only pick up the cuffs, wash her hands and reach for the chicken legs.
While he was reciting meaningless questions, he glanced at the others, his eyes tense and pleading.
Moreover, the chicken leg bone foam stuck to the blade was still red. When he saw it, he put it down in panic, his face turning white and red.
Then when I got home, I felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry.
Zhong Jiuyin: "It's quite economical not to cook. A bag of bread costs ten yuan, plus milk and vegetables that can be eaten raw. It can last for three days. If you add other things, you can live a month for five hundred yuan."
.”
"Tear the chicken into strips."
[Zhong Jiuyin! Did you see it? Someone is coming at you! You are really going to get angry!!!]
Liang Zhi's expression was visibly relaxed. After a moment's reaction, he wanted to say something to praise her: "You're actually okay..."
The host laughed out loud, and there was a loud sound coming from the microphone.
[After graduation, people think you are digging for gold in a big city, and after you debut, they think you will earn two million a day as a leading artist. So if all 1.4 billion people make their debut, won’t they be able to complete a great economic leap ahead of schedule? Please look at the world.
Don’t just look at the sky, okay]
"I'm not in the mood to do anything else. It doesn't take long, maybe a few months."
Zhong Jiuyin pretended to be Gongjisi and threw a peanut into his mouth again, and then said: "You want me to be, right? It's okay, I'm still a little self-aware, didn't Brother Yan Cheng sigh when he saw the onions I chopped, so I had to change
Give me the task of peeling the peanuts. I really can't shirk away from the 'honor' of being ranked last."
"Well, if you don't have money and want to save face, you can only suffer."
For Liang Zhi, this kind of question that might offend people was literally killing him.
Speaking of which, the timing of her arrival is quite good. At least she has some money and can eat.
"After living like that for a few months, what happened next? How did you improve it later?"
With this little practice, how can you tell who is the weakest?!
The place was quiet for a while, and they all avoided this part of the past that she didn't want to talk about. The reporter's next question was just a follow-up.
He didn't even know how to hold the knife. He held it in mid-air and tried to push his glasses with his hand. The knife almost touched his face.
The chopsticks that Yan Cheng was flipping stopped at the edge of the pot, and he frowned quickly when he looked at her.
Reporter: "Do you really only eat those things? How long have you lived like this?"
Yuan Yi controlled his mouth and worked hard, praising her: "Sister Yin, you are good at peeling peanuts."
[Isn’t it? How can it be so miserable? Isn’t the entertainment industry said to be a place where you can pick up money while walking, and where you can earn hundreds of thousands per movie at worst? You’re not an extra, so there’s no need to pretend to be so miserable]
[Is it an exaggeration? Five hundred yuan to eat some bread leaves? A college student with no money can eat a vegetarian set meal for six hundred yuan. This is not how it is sold.]
Ai Yuanyuan: "Yes, that's right."
Reporter: "So Zhong Jiuyin, you also admit that you don't often cook at home? Then when you had no job and no income, you didn't choose this money-saving lifestyle because your family conditions are already good?"
Yuan Yi hesitated to speak and asked cautiously: "Did you have no income during that time? Doesn't your family know?"
She spoke lightly, but everyone looked at her in surprise.
Zhong Jiuyin smiled: "Beautiful Yuanyuan, you are really good at complimenting others."
The main reason is that the original owner's body couldn't stand it after eating for a long time. When he went out, he could smell the smell of the snack street and his mouth watered.
Yan Cheng glanced at her: "Don't you want to be able to show your personal abilities without any technical content? This is the first step, rough processing, which is just in line."
Yan Cheng came to his senses, turned on the induction cooker, turned it off with a beep, then took out the chicken and put a chicken drumstick in the bowl in front of her.
[I’m sorry, it’s me. I gave up long ago. Dreams are not as important as food.]
Zhong Jiuyin: "Later I tried to make money in other ways, and then I got this job."
But the more calm the mood, the more people think about it. Everyone thinks that her indifferent attitude is actually a disguise and a cover-up.
When he saw the plate of onion shreds of uneven thickness, he stopped mid-sentence and forcefully turned around: "...Maybe everyone is good at something different, don't think too much about it."
Before she even touched the bowl, Yan Cheng's index finger gently lifted her wrist and pushed her hand away.
The cold touch is fleeting.
"Use gloves." He handed the thing to her.
"Okay." She picked up the gloves and scratched her wrists calmly.
The place where I was touched just now feels a little itchy.