This actor has something

Chapter 130 Er Yizi

He Daqi went back to his room and lay down to sleep.

You can really fall asleep as soon as you lie down, instead of entering a simulated training space.

The snoring was so loud that it was like an old agricultural tricycle, rumbling non-stop.

The old lady pushed the door open, poked her head in to take a look, then gently closed the door again.

Turning back, she complained to Mr. He distressedly, "Why do I feel that being an actor is even more tiring than working as a mechanic? Not only do I stay away from home every day, but I also have to work day and night and never have a moment of leisure."

Mr. He shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said, "How would I know? Bingzi wasn't that tired at the time."

After saying that, he walked out of the door with his hands behind his back, lay down on a lounge chair in the shade, and squinted his eyes in the breeze.

The old lady looked at him like this, muttered a curse under her breath, and after drinking the medicinal wine, she felt a lot lighter, so she took a feather duster and started sweeping everywhere.

In the afternoon, the old lady called Mr. He, who was enjoying himself in the recliner at the door, into the house. The two of them lifted the large wooden board onto the kang and happily watched TV series while making braised pork buns.

After wrapping the dumplings, she put them in a big pot and steamed them, waiting for her grandson to get up and eat them. She waited until after ten o'clock in the evening, but He Daqi still didn't get up, so the old lady had no choice but to turn off the lights and rest.

He Daqi slept for more than ten hours, falling asleep at almost one in the afternoon and waking up at three in the middle of the night.

My stomach was rumbling with hunger, but I couldn't get up at this time, so I could only lie on the kang and play with my phone.

In the morning, the big rooster raised in the backyard of the courtyard began to crow. The old lady got up and gently pushed open the door of He Daqi's room, and then saw He Daqi looking at his mobile phone in the dark.

"Daqi, are you hungry?"

"Well, grandma, you're up so early?"

The old lady complained, "My child, I've been worried about you all night. Hurry up and get washed. Grandma will go heat up some steamed buns for you. Your grandfather and I made some steamed buns with soy sauce and pork last afternoon. We originally wanted to wait for you to get up tonight to eat them, but you slept until now."

He Daqi's stomach was already growling with hunger, and now after hearing what the old lady said, his stomach felt like it was on fire.

He quickly got up and ran out of the yard to flush the toilet in the public restroom. Then he returned to the yard, turned on the faucet at the sink and started washing up in a hurry.

The old-style braised pork buns in Sijiucheng taste really delicious.

Different from the traditional way of making dumplings and adjusting the filling, the meat filling for braised pork dumplings is divided into two portions.

First, fry the portion with 60% lean meat and 40% fat until fragrant, then add minced ginger, light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, sweet bean sauce, thirteen spices, and oyster sauce, and fry until the oil and sauce are separated. Then mix it with the portion with 70% lean meat and 30% fat, and the filling is ready.

The dough should be very soft. It is best to have a piece of it soaked with oil after wrapping and steaming it. That will make it smell delicious.

He Daqi was gasping for breath due to the burn, but he was reluctant to spit out the buns in his mouth. He ate more than ten buns in one breath and stopped only when he felt a little full.

I picked up the warm water that the old lady had just poured for me, took two gulps, and at that moment I felt that life was full of happiness and hope.

"Daqi, how long will you stay at home this time?"

"At least two months. I might go out from time to time in between, but I usually come back to sleep at night."

The old lady's face brightened a little when she heard this, and she said happily, "That's good, that's good. Let's eat steamed buns for the next two days, and the day after tomorrow I will make you acacia flower and clams stewed with tofu."

"okay."

He Daqi got up, tidied up the dishes, and took them outside to wash them in the sink. By now, most of the neighbors in the yard had gotten up, and when they saw He Daqi, they all greeted him with a smile.

The early morning sun shone into the yard. Mr. He and Mrs. He went out for a walk. He Daqi moved Mr. He's recliner to the sun and lay down comfortably on it.

It's quite pleasant to bask in the sun on a leisurely morning. When Mr. He and Mrs. He came back from their walk, the sun was already scorching. He Daqi moved the recliner back and found a small stool to sit under the eaves and play with his phone.

At this time, the neighbor aunties had tidied up their homes and gathered together to chat about family matters. As they chatted, they talked about the scholarly family that had just been broadcast on CCTV-1.

After all, it was performed by someone from the original hospital, and several aunts sighed when talking about He Bing's acting skills, as if they were disappointed in him.

"Daqi, why do you think your uncle acts like a fool in this drama?" Aunt Jia, the neighbor, suddenly asked He Daqi.

The firepower suddenly came over, and the other aunts also started to talk and give their opinions.

"That's right, Bingzi didn't pick up this drama well."

"It's more than just bad, it's a disgrace to us, the people of Old Sijiu City. He's effeminate and makes me feel twisted just by looking at him."

He Daqi has something to say about this. To be honest, He Bing performed really well in this play. Others might not be as good as him. The key is that the script is awkward and makes people feel uncomfortable.

"My uncle actually played the role quite well. That's what intellectuals are like. They speak softly and act a little hesitantly. That's all normal."

Aunt Jia was the first to be displeased: "Bullshit! It's not like we haven't seen intellectuals before. How come your grandparents are so efficient in their speech and actions? If Bingzi wants to play an intellectual, why doesn't he just imitate your grandfather?"

"Yes, your grandparents set an example. The one your uncle performed was nothing special." The other aunts also followed up.

He Daqi smacked his lips and said defensively, "My uncle played a high-level intellectual!"

When these words came out, the aunts were all happy.

"So, high-level intellectuals are usually really stupid?"

This sentence made He Daqi feel so uncomfortable.

I was too lazy to argue with the aunties, so I stood up, patted my butt and prepared to go back to the house.

When he turned around, he saw the old lady looking at him with a smile, and Mr. He next to her was also laughing silently.

It seems that they also have some complaints about He Bing's performance.

He Daqi sighed and was about to go into the house when his cell phone rang.

Seeing that it was Zhou Huimin calling, He Daqi frowned slightly, turned around naturally, and walked to the gate of the courtyard before answering the phone.

"what?"

"I came here because of something."

He Daqi complained with a bitter face, "Let me rest for a while. Even the landlord's donkey wouldn't be used like this. Didn't we agree that I would stay in the yard for two days and then come to your place during the day?"

"Come here quickly if you have something serious to do. I'm not kidding you. I've sent a car to pick you up, and it should be here almost now." Zhou Huimin said and hung up the phone.

He Daqi listened to the busy tone and his head was buzzing.

"Grandma, I have to go out for a while. I may not be back for lunch. You don't have to cook for me. If I'm busy late, I can just eat a few bites outside."

"Didn't you say you would stay at home for two months?" the old lady asked a little unhappily.

"Yes, I'll be back in the evening."

(End of this chapter)