The director turned around and scolded abruptly, his eyes fierce.
"The more trouble there is, the more viewers will love to watch it. If the program has no traffic, every investor will not be able to attract it."
The assistant director muttered unhappily:
"...It's because you caused trouble like this that your last show was banned."
"What did you say?"
The director looked over with a sharp look, and the assistant director's face was immediately filled with smiles: "I'm telling you, director, you are awesome. Director, you are the best person in the world."
It’s really not easy to make two bucks these days.
In front of the dining table.
Braised pork, mustard soup with shredded vegetables and pork, stir-fried beef, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a salad.
Jiang Yunmo's eyes widened and he expressed disbelief, "You really know how to cook."
And it still looks very good.
Oh my god, Jiang Jiang has some surprises in store that he doesn't know about yet.
Serve rice and ladle soup.
Jiang Yunmo was full of expectations, thinking that Jiang Jiang would do this for him too.
After waiting for a long time, the bowl in front of Jiang Yunmo was empty.
However, there was a plate of rice and soup in front of Jing Yu.
"..."
Suddenly he became a little unhappy and looked at her coldly: "Jiang Jiang, where are my rice and soup?"
Not happy, just unhappy.
"Don't you have hands?"
"Jing Yu also has the skills, why do you help him to hold it or not me?"
Asked confidently.
!!!
This guy really is!
"Jing Yu is a guest."
He lowered his tone and voice and gritted his teeth.
How can this person still be so pretentious?
"……oh."
I guess I still felt a little unhappy, so I handed over the empty bowl in my hand again, "Jiang Jiang, help me fill the rice."
Yes, all the talk I made before about co-authoring it was in vain.
People didn't even listen to what you said.
"Hurry up."
It’s very tiring when you play with it, okay?
Jiang Jiang:……
Move your head quickly.
Jiang Jiang sighed helplessly in his heart, sighing one after another, what can he do?
Who said that he was mentally ill and agreed to record this program?
Now I could only do as he was told, and when I was about to reach out and take the bowl from his hand, suddenly a slender hand appeared and took the bowl from his hand.
"I'll do it."
A voice sounded above the head, the voice was hoarse and magnetic.
"...There's no need to arrive, I'll do it myself."
Jiang Yunmo was not really so heartless as to let a guest serve him a meal.
Obediently, he stood up and served rice and soup.
On the dining table, there was the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.
"The food you cook is really good."
After taking a bite of the food, Jiang Yunmo praised it without hesitation.
"Thank you."
Jiang Jiang glanced at him angrily.
Jiang Yunmo mistook it as a compliment and quickly waved his hand, "I'm serious, this dish is really good."
Jiang Jiang forced herself to smile.
Jiang Yunmo now understood that Jiang Jiang disliked him.
Afterwards, I felt that I had really lost my temper today, so I quickly made up for it: "I just think your cooking today is delicious, and I just want to praise you. I don't mean anything else."
It would be better not to speak.
"I know, you sit down and eat."
Jiang Jiang lowered his head and ate the rice in his bowl. The expression on his face was indifferent, and there was really no change in emotion.
But fortunately, the previous disgusted expression also disappeared.
He raised his head and glanced at Jing Yu across from him. He had been silent.
Jiang Yunmo breathed a sigh of relief, stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.