Xu Lu shouted unconvinced: "Who said that, there are leather cases everywhere in the community now, I can sneak in perfectly!"
Yu Jing didn't believe it at first, until nightfall, he accidentally glanced at the floor-to-ceiling window. In the community, passers-by wearing Shanhai doll costumes are everywhere.
As Xu Lu said, leather cases are popular recently.
The young director had to close the curtains in a flash, feeling more tired than ever before.
You have the ability to apply paint.
Behind him, Xiao Lan flew to his head with a charming voice: "Come on, come and play."
Yu Jing's hand shook and she almost pulled down the curtain.
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After a good night's sleep, Yu Jing lay on the bed and didn't want to get up. She rolled from left to right, and during this process, she pressed Xiao Lan's wings. She was so angry that the big parrot buried herself in her arms and refused to leave even though she said nothing.
Pei Yi recently took on a drama, and Yu Jing didn't want to disturb him, so she simply went back to the Lu family's old house to see her grandparents.
When passing by a high-end snack shop, Yu Jing went in and bought a few boxes of their favorite snacks. Carrying the big parrot, the hover car quickly returned to the Lu family's old house.
Lu Yang didn't like it to be too noisy at home, so there was only a housekeeper and a few servants in the old house. The hover car drove into the garage, and Yu Jing came to the living room with Xiaolan hanging on her shoulders and carrying the box.
"Young master, why are you back suddenly?" The housekeeper hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and took the things in Yu Jing's hand.
Her bright almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, and Yu Jing looked around: "After the filming, I came to see my grandparents. Have they gone to the company?"
The housekeeper took the things to the kitchen, looked a little embarrassed, and didn't reply for a long time.
The smile on Yu Jing's lips gradually disappeared: "Grandpa Butler?"
Normally when he comes home, the housekeeper would just say welcome back, but just now he asked him why he came back so suddenly.
"What happened at home?" he asked quickly.
The housekeeper sighed. The child Yu Jing became stubborn, just like Miss Lu Xue.
"Madam was not feeling well some time ago. The master summoned a doctor to treat her at home. She is fine now." The housekeeper tried his best to describe the matter in an understatement.
Yu Jing's voice gradually became louder: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"Young Master is currently filming, and Madam has told you not to disturb you." The housekeeper explained helplessly, "Young Master, don't think too much, Madam is just afraid that something might happen to you during the filming."
"Where's grandma?"
"Madam is resting upstairs and just went to bed."
After Yu Jing heard this, he could only walk around the living room. Xiaolan was put aside by him and told not to speak loudly.
The original person grudges most about being a person without spiritual power, and regrets breaking the hearts of his elders the most. Since he had to live a new life with the help of someone else's body, as a person without mental strength, he couldn't help, so he could only be as filial to the two old people as possible.
Yu Jing asked the housekeeper: "What disease does grandma have?"
"It's a hereditary genetic disease. As long as you pay attention to your health, you won't have any problems. Don't worry, young master, this time it's just tiredness."
Yu Jing nodded, went upstairs quietly, lingered at Ji Yasu's door, and finally sat down on the ground, waiting for her grandma to wake up.
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Yasu woke up and the servant brought her a breakfast. Yu Jing followed the servant in like a little tail, revealing a fluffy head.
"Grandma, I'm here to see you."
Ji Yasu was surprised and happy, and quickly sat up from the bed: "Is the work over?"
"Well, it's over." Yu Jing didn't ask why Ji Yasu didn't tell him when she was sick, and leaned over with a smile, "Grandma, you eat first, and I'll push you to sit in the garden later."
Ji Yasu happily picked up the chopsticks: "Okay, okay, let's go for a walk together."
Ji Yasu's face was good, not as pale as a patient's, her cheeks were slightly rosy, she spoke in an unhurried manner, and her hand holding the chopsticks was steady, and she didn't look like a sick person at all.
But Yu Jing still frowned.
I ate too little. Only two spoons of the bowl of yam, lotus seed and barley porridge moved. I took a bite of the red date cake, but other things remained motionless.
"Grandma, don't these taste good?" Yu Jing's eyes flashed and she said with a smile, "I bought a lot of snacks today. I'll go down and get them for you."
Before Ji Yasu could say anything, Yu Jing ran to the kitchen downstairs, took out the snacks and sent them upstairs, staring at Ji Yasu intently.
Ji Yasu paused with her hand, picked up a piece and put it into her mouth, smiling and praising: "It's delicious."
She wanted to take another piece, but Yu Jing dodged it: "Don't force yourself, grandma."
Ji Yasu sighed: "It happens every time I get sick. It's just a simple loss of appetite. Don't think too much about it."
In the evening, after the sun went down, Yu Jing pushed Ji Yasu for a walk in the garden. Yu Jing told a lot of interesting things about work. Ji Yasu especially liked to hear him being tossed by several new directors, making him laugh so hard.
Ji Yasu still ate very little for dinner. Yu Jing frowned but didn't say anything.
While Ji Yasu was going to rest, Yu Jing wanted to call the doctor's contact information and ask Ji Yasu what was going on and why she couldn't eat since it was nothing serious.
"Mr. Xiaoyu, one of Ms. Ji's medicines can reduce stomach acid and suppress appetite. Moreover, Ms. Ji has been troubled by this disease all year round, and her poor mood can also lead to a loss of appetite."
I can't stop taking the medicine and I'm in a bad mood. No wonder I can't eat much.
Yu Jing pursed her lips and thought about countermeasures in her mind.
After thinking about it, Yu Jing could only make Ji Yasu happy as much as possible and look for delicious food on the Internet.
Speaking of which, when Yu Jing was ill and had poor appetite in his last life, the nurse would open up the internet and let him watch mukbang online. With the attractive color of the food and the anchor's expression of enjoyment, Yu Jing unknowingly ate a lot of unpalatable nutritious meals every time.
Turning on the optical computer and logging into Tianxuan, the young director rarely went to the film and television area, but to the food area.
Compared with the lively film and television area, the food area has relatively small traffic, with only about 50 million popular views. Brand merchants share delicious food with the purpose of attracting investment.
There are very few life ups who share cooking videos.
First, with the advanced technology now, takeout is very fast. Second, there are nutritional supplements with various flavors on the market.
Coupled with robot nannies who can cook, unless they really love cooking, ordinary people would rather surf the Internet than cook.
There are few people even cooking, let alone eating and broadcasting programs. Yu Jing flipped through it for a long time, but still couldn't find Mukbang Up.
Yu Jing couldn't help but open a small account and ask in the popular comment area——
[Little Bird Ball: Why is there no tasting session? Let’s find a few people to sit down and taste the food. 】
The comments below were all mocking him.
[Where are you newbies, go and don’t make trouble, these are branded delicacies, and you can attract franchises just by word of mouth, no need to try them. 】
[Of course, the famous chef’s dishes must be reviewed by the famous chef. We are not qualified enough to eat the peony. 】
[I come here just to see how to cook, no one is interested in the tasting part. 】
[If you want to watch people eating, go home and look in the mirror yourself, and don’t make trouble. 】
Most of them thought Yu Jing was here to cause trouble, and a few laughed at his age, thinking he was a kid who had just entered kindergarten.
The young director turned off the optical brain with an expressionless expression, and for the first time he wondered whether the ancestors of the Donghua people were Chinese.
Although we have clearly inherited the subtlety, restraint, and elegance from our ancestors, why haven’t we awakened our foodie soul?
Did you lose this attribute when you evolved?
In order to prove her suspicion, Yu Jing pretended to be busy and missed breakfast the next day.
At noon, Lu Yang rushed home to have dinner with the two of them. Seeing the table full of plates, he frowned but didn't say anything.
The old man is frugal by nature and dislikes extravagance and waste. The same is true for his family members. If it weren't for Ji Yasu's poor appetite and the chef dared to waste like this, he would definitely scold him.
"How are you feeling today?" He took off his coat and asked Ji Yasu who was reading a magazine.
"It's okay. I was able to get out of bed a few days ago, but you refused."
Lu Yang pretended not to hear. Yu Jing came out of the kitchen with a plate and shouted: "Grandpa, it's time to eat."
After the two of them moved their chopsticks, Yu Jing picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and put it into her mouth, chewing it slowly.
He wasn't rude when eating, and he would stop to reminisce from time to time, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
The cheerful smile made the two elders look sideways.
Are today's shrimp dumplings delicious?
The two of them put their chopsticks into the steamer at the same time, picked one up and put it in their mouths. The taste was good, but it was almost the same as usual.
"Xiao Jing, are you hungry?" Ji Yasu asked distressedly.
Yu Jing swallowed what was in his mouth: "I was too busy in the morning and forgot to have breakfast."
In his previous life, he only watched mukbang, and he didn't know how to arouse other people's appetite. Yu Jing could only take every piece of food seriously and taste it carefully.
The boiled okra is crispy and sweet, and the steamed egg with shrimps is smooth but not greasy. Yu Jing is smiling happily when he eats it. Seeing him eating happily, the two elders opposite him seem to have an invisible tail swaying from side to side behind him, and they also eat together without knowing it. a lot of.
The butler, who was watching all this intentionally or unintentionally, quickly figured out the details, and his eyes slowly turned red.
Putting down her chopsticks, Ji Yasu looked at the bowl and chopsticks in a daze. She seemed to have eaten a lot without feeling nauseated.
"Grandma, do you still want to eat?" Yu Jing burped and stood up on the chair. He had eaten a bit too much, and his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable.
Ji Yasu quickly stepped forward and helped the person to the sofa. She stretched out her hand to touch her grandson's round belly, and instantly understood her grandson's intention. Her nose felt sore, and she rubbed his belly angrily and funnyly: "Grandma has this old problem. Your grandpa doesn't have to worry about it. Don't think too much. Grandma's appetite will be restored in two days."
Yu Jing nodded.
He just wanted to try it, but he couldn't bear to eat like this every day.
"Grandma, what do you think about me filming a food show?"
gourmet Show?
Ji Yasu was stunned: "You are not a director, but want to enter the food industry? Then grandma will open a company for you first, hire a few international chefs, and study..."
Yu Jing shook her head wildly: "No, no, I don't want to open a food chain, I just want to film a show about making and tasting food."
Simply filming a food show?
Ji Yasu is not optimistic about Yu Jing's idea. The steps of cooking are almost the same. Why should the audience waste time watching boring cooking shows?
And tasting, what is there to see when others are eating?
Ji Yasu couldn't wait to pamper Yu Jing to the sky. Not to mention filming a food show, even if she wanted a certain planet, she would find a way to buy it for her grandson.
As for the unpopularity of the show, all we have to do is try our best to promote it for our grandson.
"Okay, okay, you take the photo. Grandma will definitely support her when the time comes." Ji Yasu continued to rub her belly with a smile.
You can tell by the tone of your voice that you don’t believe it.
