"My name is Jiang Yan."
But, this... Qi Chuchu still hesitated. After a moment of silence, he still called Jiang Yan tentatively.
The two of them chatted for a few more words. After hanging up the phone with Jiang Yan, Qi Chuchu relaxed and went to wash up and get ready for bed.
As Jiang Yan said, she didn't need to worry about the termination of the contract. During this period, except for running a few announcements, Qi Chuchu was either resting or getting together with friends.
Occasionally, I still have video calls with Jiang Yan, because Jiang Yan has joined the cast again, and this time it is a male-led drama, and there is also Pei Jiaxin in the female role.
Qi Chuchu and Pei Jiaxin were very close, and Pei Jiaxin also heard the news from her that Jiang Yan had poached Qi Chuchu and brought him to Xinghe.
When it came time to record the second date, Qi Chuchu and Jiang Yan went straight to the set to visit the crew.
And Guo Yi plans to involve Pei Jiaxin.
The day before the recording, Guo Yi specifically told Qi Chuchu to prepare some homemade food.
In addition, snacks and milk tea for the crew also need to be prepared. Qi Chuchu felt relieved when she learned that these were prepared by the program crew.
When Qi Chuchu came to the shooting location, she was quickly recognized because there were cameras following her.
"Miss Chu Chu? You are here, Teacher Jiang is still filming." said the studio manager.
"It's okay, I'll just wait a moment." Qi Chuchu said, smiling politely.
However, since coming to this mission world, Qi Chuchu has never seen a real filming scene, and couldn't help but be curious, so he found a place with a good angle to watch Jiang Yan filming.
It just so happens that this is a scene in which Jiang Yan's character is injured and betrayed. Even from a distance, it seems that you can see the stubbornness and sadness on Jiang Yan's face, which makes people feel like they are in a desperate situation with just one look. .
"Stuck! This is passed, Teacher Jiang, let's call it a day." The director said.
At this time, Qi Chuchu went to Jiang Yan, greeted the director politely, and distributed the milk tea and snacks prepared to the staff.
"Did you just come here?" Jiang Yan asked.
"I've been here for a while, Teacher Jiang, and I brought you something to eat." Qi Chuchu said, smiling and picking up the basket he brought.
"Then let's go, but you forgot something, don't call me Teacher Jiang again." Jiang Yan reminded, and couldn't help pinching Qi Chuchu's cheek.
"You are very strong." Qi Chuchu said, pushed Jiang Yan's hand away, and said, "I understand."
Jiang Yan chuckled and said, "Xiao Qi, take Chu Chu to my RV first, and I'll change my clothes."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan went to the temporary tent of the crew to change out of clothes with traces of plasma, and his assistant Xiao Qi took Qi Chuchu to the RV.
When I arrived, I happened to meet Pei Jiaxin.
The two were very excited when they met, so they went to Jiang Yan's RV to wait. After Jiang Yan returned, they officially started recording. Pei Jiaxin got out of the car first because she had to record some scenes of the two of them alone together. Materials, she went to join the chat bureau.
Qi Chuchu opened the basket she brought. There were biscuits she made herself, as well as some side dishes, salads, sandwiches, and sushi rolls.
"You did it all?" Jiang Yan asked with raised eyebrows, already picking up the chopsticks in his hand.
"Yes." Qi Chuchu said. In fact, the main chef was Yao Yao, but she helped! And she made the biscuits, so they were all made by her.
Both of them started to use their chopsticks. During this period, Jiang Yan helped Qi Chuchu wipe the debris from the corners of her mouth. When they were about to finish eating, Pei Jiaxin came out.
But unfortunately, this person knew Qi Chuchu so well that he ruined it as soon as he sat down.
"Chuchu, you brought these all? Takeaway?"
"It couldn't have been you who did it anyway." Pei Jiaxin said.
After her words fell, the car fell into silence. Jiang Yan and Qi Chuchu looked at each other in silence. After a while, Jiang Yan asked, "Is this really a takeaway?"
"No, no. Xiaoyao and I made it together. I made this biscuit myself!" Qi Chuchu said.
"No wonder. But it doesn't seem to be moving? Are the cookies you made not delicious?" Pei Jiaxin stared at Qi Chuchu and asked.
"Isn't it time to eat it? It just so happens that you come here now and you can try it too."
After saying that, Qi Chuchu opened the box of biscuits, and the three of them tasted one piece. Pei Jiaxin and Qi Chuchu looked at each other for a moment, chewed tentatively, and finally couldn't help laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Qi Chuchu said, spitting out the "poison biscuit" in his mouth that was as hard as a molar stick and had been beaten to death by a salt seller.
"Fortunately, you made this one yourself." Jiang Yan said, taking a tissue and spitting out the cookies in his mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes, Teacher Jiang, Chu Chu, let's not talk about this anymore, can I hear some inside stories? How did you become a group?" Pei Jiaxin said and started cueing the recording process.
The three people started chatting, and naturally they talked about some things about the six guests playing games at the beginning, and the cooperation between Jiang Yan and Pei Jiaxin.
In addition to these, the three of them also played a game, holding back laughter and challenging, and the loser would have to eat a biscuit made by Qi Chuchu.
Pei Jiaxin was defeated first, leaving Qi Chuchu and Jiang Yan, but no matter how hard Qi Chuchu tried, Jiang Yan remained unmoved.
Pei Jiaxin next to him also scratched Qi Chuchu's waist mischievously, but in the end Jiang Yan won.
However, Jiang Yan noticed the scene just now. It turned out that the little girl was afraid of being tickled.
The recording was almost done. Pei Jiaxin and Jiang Yan had a few scenes in the afternoon, so Qi Chuchu took some time off. When Jiang Yan finished filming for the whole day, he and Qi Chuchu took a walk together again.
After getting along, the two of them felt more familiar. At least in Qi Chuchu's view, the image of Jiang Yan in daily life was different from that of the old fox.
This recording included a visit to the studio and a day of fun. The next day, the crew gave Jiang Yan a day off, so he arranged a one-day date.
In the morning, I went to the lake with Qi Chuchu. After having lunch, the two of them went to a cake workshop where they could make their own cakes.
Before going in, Qi Chuchu still pulled Jiang Yan's sleeve and asked, "Teacher Jiang..., Jiang Yan, are you sure we want to come here? Wouldn't it be a waste if we make dark dishes?"
"The cake will only look bad, but it won't taste bad." Jiang Yan said, holding Qi Chuchu's hand and walking in.
After the two of them entered, all the store employees gathered together. It was like a large-scale star-chasing scene, and Jiang Yan was also very gentle with his fans.
At the entrance, the recording was delayed for a while because the clerk was too enthusiastic, so Qi Chuchu waited with the camera crew.
After the two of them changed their clothes and made the cake, only one master was left to guide them.
Following the method taught by the master, the two whipped the cream and prepared to draw a picture on the cake.
Jiang Yan and Qi Chuchu were doing it together the whole time. Jiang Yan even wiped it on Qi Chuchu's face several times, which made Qi Chuchu's face look so cute.
The camera teacher also moved the camera in time. When Jiang Yan looked at Qi Chuchu, who was like a little cat, his eyes were doting.
Qi Chuchu didn't see this look in her eyes, the camera had already recorded it for her.
Qi Chuchu was not in a hurry to wipe the cream on her face, but she was serious about painting the cake.
"What did you draw? Yourself?" Jiang Yan asked. Looking at it so far, he always felt that the painting looked like a pig.
"No, this is a fox." Qi Chuchu said without stopping.
"fox?"
How does this look like a fox? And, why draw a fox? ! Jiang Yan was confused, but couldn't help but smile as he looked at the attentive little girl.
