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Chapter 70 Isn't it for me?

Beijing, in the room rented by Yang Bei.

Yang Bei didn't really want to watch the variety show he participated in, but he couldn't resist Gao Mang's eyes.

The program ended, and the ending song "Farmer Fisherman" from "It's a Wonderful Life" played on the TV.

Gao Mang nodded. Although she was not a singer, she had been a manager for so many years and her eyesight had long been honed.

This song may not sound very amazing to many people, but for the audience of "Wonderful Life", it is definitely the most direct music to the soul.

Originally, Gao Mang was not the audience for this type of song. Before she got acquainted with Yang Bei, her life had always been fast-paced. But after she got to know Yang Bei, she didn't know if there was something wrong with her eyesight, which was the most intolerable before.

The "salted fish" behavior doesn't seem so despicable anymore.

Later, for Yang Bei's participation in "A Beautiful Life", he personally went to the mountains of western Hunan to discuss cooperation and stayed there for a few days.

After a few days, Gao Mang occasionally felt that the leisurely and comfortable life seemed good.

Therefore, this song "Farmer and Fisherman" is quite suitable for Gao Mang.

However, the moment he got off the plane and looked at the modern metropolis with numerous high-rise buildings, Gao Mang's heart was occupied by the fast pace of life again.

Yang Bei leaned on the sofa and listened to the song he sang. He had to say that he thought it sounded good.

Even if you ask him to sing now, he may be able to sing very well, but it will be difficult to sing with this natural flavor.

He chose to sing this song at that time because it was in line with his state of mind at the time. Now that the environment has changed, his state of mind is of course also different.

Yang Bei was thinking about something here. Gao Mang, who was sitting on another sofa next to him, suddenly looked at him and said, "The dumplings you make seem pretty good. Do you want to show them off tomorrow?"

When watching the show just now, Gao Mang wanted to say this, but he was delayed by the subsequent plot, and he didn't think about it again until now.

When filming the show a few days ago, Yang Bei made a lot of dumplings, and a lot of them were left over for the show crew to eat.

But there were too many people on the show. As Yang Bei's manager, she could still eat a few dumplings, while some of the staff at the back could only take a sip of soup to warm themselves up.

Although it is summer, it rained all night and the morning in the mountains is still very cold.

Only when something is missing will people think about it. Only after eating the breakfast cooked by Yang Bei that day did everyone, including Gao Mang, know what they wanted.

This incident left a deep memory for Gao Mang. He always felt that the dumplings made that time were extremely delicious, much better than those made by his mother.

Yang Bei was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Isn't Aunt Gao already back?"

Gao Mang hummed and said, "She has been busy dancing with other aunties in the community these two days. She went out before dawn in the morning and had no time to cook."

Yang Bei nodded. When he went upstairs in the past two days, he also saw a notice posted by the property management at the door of the corridor about a dance competition for the elderly in the community. I guess Aunt Gao must be busy with that dance competition.

"Tsk tsk, Auntie's energy is so good. She just came back from traveling and she didn't even take a break before going dancing." Yang Bei shook his head and said.

Gao Mang looked at Yang Bei and said calmly: "Can you make it tomorrow? I have all the ingredients for making dumpling fillings at home, and I will send them to you later."

Yang Bei looked at Gao Mang, nodded and said, "Okay then."

Regarding the recent online public opinion incident, although he didn't know how Gao Mang was operating behind the scenes, he must have put a lot of effort into making a meal.

After a pause, Yang Bei asked: "You should have a rest tomorrow at the weekend, right?"

Gao Mang raised his chin, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Bei shook his head, "It's okay."

Gao Mang rolled his eyes coldly, "I will go to the company tomorrow morning to deal with some things. I should be able to come back early in the afternoon."

Yang Bei nodded, looked at Gao Mang expectantly, and asked: "What, what do you think of my performance on the show this time?"

Gao Mang raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, it's better than I thought before."

Yang Bei smiled and said: "That's good. Didn't you say last time that if my performance on the show satisfies you, you would tell me about yourself? Why do you want to be an agent?"

Gao Mang was slightly startled. He didn't expect Yang Bei to still remember this. He tilted his head and said, "Have I ever said this?"

Yang Bei's face froze and he smiled bitterly: "We don't do this."

Gao Mang smiled softly and said: "Whether you can satisfy me depends on tomorrow. If I am happy tomorrow, maybe I will tell you the reason why I am an agent."

After saying that, Gao Mang stood up and said: "I'm going to get the ingredients for tomorrow morning. You should also prepare to go to bed early. I want to eat dumplings tomorrow morning!"

After saying this, Gao Mang felt his face numb. He was no longer a child. Why was he so excited about eating a dumpling?

Gao Mang turned around so quickly that Yang Bei didn't see Gao Mang's cheeks that were flushed with embarrassment.

Yang Bei didn't think much about Gao Mang wanting to eat dumplings, mainly because he didn't focus on it. He was thinking about whether Gao Mang's words were reliable and whether the effect of the program could satisfy Gao Mang.

Mang’s subjective opinion?

At least Yang Bei thinks it's pretty good, but if Gao Mang insists that he's still not satisfied, what can he do?

To be honest, Yang Bei is quite interested in Gao Mang's story now. What she meant last time was that she originally planned to take the path of an artist, but her upper limit is only the level of a first-line artist. She can't see it.

I only became an agent.

She has set such high goals for herself, what exactly does she want to do?

After pondering for a while, Yang Bei felt that with his experience in two lifetimes, he should be able to figure out Gao Mang over time. Of course, the implication is that he can't figure it out now.

Finally, Yang Bei suddenly remembered the words of Mr. Jin in his previous life, "The more beautiful a woman is, the better she lies." Gao Mang is so beautiful, he must not blink an eye when he lies.

While he was defining Gao Mang in his mind, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was Sun Fengqing calling.

But after the call was connected, it was Li Yingxin talking.

It turned out that the couple had just finished watching "A Wonderful Life", and Li Yingxin also liked that song very much, so he called Yang Bei and chatted for a few words, and threatened to eat dumplings made by Yang Bei next time.

I also want the leek and egg filling.

"Okay, I'll make dumplings for you next time."

After saying that, Yang Bei hung up the phone.

At this time, Gao Mang came in carrying three plastic bags. Hearing Yang Bei's voice just now, he said, "Who are you talking to? Are you going to make dumplings for others?"

Yang Bei smiled, looked at the leeks, fungus and two boxes of yogurt packed in plastic bags in Gao Mang's hand, and said without paying attention: "It's Li Yingxin. She watched the show and said she wanted to eat dumplings, haha."

Gao Mang snorted, put the plastic bag on the coffee table in the living room, frowned and looked at Yang Bei, and said: "You should pay attention to it in the future. Li Yingxin has a husband, and he still calls people on the phone in the middle of the night."

After a pause, Gao Mang added, "If this gets out, it will have an impact on your reputation."

After saying that, he glared at Yang Bei, then turned and left.

Yang Bei looked at the two plastic bags on the coffee table with some confusion. Where are the two boxes of yogurt? Aren't they for me?


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