Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 129 Pure Additives, Zero Naturals

Exited the elevator.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang, stepping on the pure wool jacquard carpet, and looked at the ceramic wall lamps that were placed every few meters.

I was mentally estimating the price of a room here.

Previously, in Xiangshan Film and Television City, the hotel I stayed at was a small inn arranged by Canxing, costing 120 yuan per night.

The decor here is incomparable.

Knocking on the solid peach wood door, the sound of the lock turning was heard within seconds.

Zhao Jinmai quietly opened the door a crack.

Upon seeing Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue at the door, she quickly opened it: "Oh my god, Jiang Yang, you're knocking on the door like you're banging on it. I thought my mom forgot her card."

"Should I take off my shoes?"

"No need, just go in. There's someone cleaning up every day anyway."

He's very aggressive online, but becomes much more docile when we meet in person.

Zhao Jinmai was wearing a loose-fitting, warm, plush pajama.

Yang Chaoyue couldn't recognize the brand, but he could tell from the material that it must be very expensive.

She took the crepe cake she had brought for Zhao Jinmai out of her bag, her arms stiff with unease.

She spoke slowly, her voice rising at the end, calling out, "Mai Mai..."

Previously at the film and television base, I overheard Director Wang and Huang Lei referring to Zhao Jinmai in private.

That must be Zhao Jinmai's nickname.

Calling someone by their nickname can help build a closer relationship.

Yang Chaoyue felt uneasy, but smiled and said, "This is a gift I brought for you."

She was both worried that Zhao Jinmai would resist her calling her by her nickname, and also worried that Zhao Jinmai would look down on her cheap gift.

"Oh my god, thank you, Sister Chaoyue! I really love this cake." Zhao Jinmai happily accepted it.

"What does 'rare' mean?" Yang Chaoyue didn't quite understand.

"I just like it. In my hometown of Shenyang, 'xihan' means 'to like'."

Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "You like cake too?"

"Who says I don't care? In the last interview, I said I didn't like it, but that was what my mom told me to say. I don't have the final say."

Having said that.

Zhao Jinmai seemed to suddenly realize something, and her tone became softer.

He hung the prepared "Do Not Disturb" sign outside, locked the door from the inside, and then nonchalantly said, "My mom's in Shenyang today, she can't control me."

Unpack the cake that Yang Chaoyue gave us.

Use a plastic fork to scoop out a hole.

Swallow it down with gusto.

Sweet cream clung to Zhao Jinmai's lips.

"Call me Yang Chaoyue, or I Jiang Yang." Jiang Yang felt the difference in treatment.

"Where's your gift?"

"I only brought my mouth with me, I came here to freeload."

Upon entering, there is a foyer wall that is more than two meters wide.

There are murals on the wall.

The ground is covered with a carpet.

The computer screen on the desk displayed a paused version of Plants vs. Zombies.

The large-screen TV in the living room is playing the animated series Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.

Games for kids, cartoons for kids.

Jiang Yang was really not used to it.

Especially when he stepped inside and saw the elaborate dishes laid out on the coffee table in the living room, Jiang Yang's head went blank.

Yang Chaoyue felt that all the phrases he had learned to praise Shenyang's signature dishes were completely useless.

He pointed to the soup bowl in the middle: "What's this?"

"I buy bubble tea from the grass jelly shop downstairs. My mom doesn't let me go far, so I just buy it from the nearest one."

Zhao Jinmai introduced the five full plates surrounding the soup bowl in turn.

They are egg tarts, Doritos, instant noodles, spicy strips, and cream puffs.

A wide variety of snacks.

Purely additives, zero natural ingredients.

It is rich in various vitamins that the human body does not need.

The table for real children.

Zhao Jinmai introduced the scene with obvious delight, observing Jiang Yang's reaction after every few words.

Jiang Yang couldn't laugh.

Some even suspected that Zhao Jinmai was setting them up.
Who uses this thing to entertain guests?

Back in Yang Chaoyue's hometown of Yancheng, the dishes cooked by Yang's father were the real shows.

"These are the main dishes you were talking about?" he asked.

"Isn't this hard enough? My mom usually won't let me touch it, so I only managed to do it secretly today when she wasn't around!"

As Zhao Jinmai spoke, she slightly raised her head and looked at Jiang Yang's nose: "My mom said this thing is garbage, but there's a smiley face drawn on the packaging."

His speech is clear.

The brow ridge naturally rises.

She tilted her head slightly, noticing that Jiang Yang wasn't interested in the delicious food she had prepared.

She moved a low stool next to the coffee table, grabbed Jiang Yang's hand, and invited him to sit down and try it.

"The egg tarts were bought from a dessert shop; they were caramelized, sweet, and moist."

"I bought the Doritos at the snack shop. They look like little crowns. I always put them on my fingers and pretend I'm a princess." Jiang Yang's expression didn't change.

He even frowned slightly.

This expression is somewhat similar to the way my mom looks every time she sees me secretly eating snacks.

Zhao Jinmai quickened her pace as she introduced the rest: "I don't know if you're more proud of Magician or Little Chef, but I think more people eat Little Chef, so I bought three packs and crushed them all."

"I counted, it's 48 yuan! I'll eat 8 yuan, so it'll be 40 yuan for you two. You're the guests, so you should eat more!"

Both earnest and humble.

"There's also Weilong spicy strips. They're not very spicy, and they're a little sweet. They're so delicious. I can sneak one during class and the teacher can't catch me."

"My mom's perfume is so expensive, hundreds of times more expensive than spicy strips, but if you ask me, spicy strips smell better."

"The cream puffs I bought were made with animal-based cream..."

No matter how Zhao Jinmai introduced him, Jiang Yang remained uninterested.

I'm way past the age of snacking.

I prefer home-cooked meals to these.

Until Zhao Jinmai suddenly grabbed his wrist and then let go, leaving a little cream stain on her fingertip, she said timidly, "You frowned just now, just like my mother."

Jiang Yang suddenly realized something.

Turning his head to look at Zhao Jinmai, he suddenly noticed that, without realizing it, the corners of Zhao Jinmai's eyes were slightly red.

He didn't criticize himself.

His tone became much more polite.

That obedient girl in front of the camera, the good student in her mother's eyes, is gradually returning.

The genuine innocence of childhood is disappearing.

I was being too serious. Zhao Jinmai is still just a child.

They grew up under their mother's protection, but also under her control.

They are like flowers in a greenhouse, their preferences are controlled.

They treat you as a true friend and show you their utmost sincerity, yet you still care whether the dishes they prepare are considered fancy by worldly standards.

I deserve to die.

Suddenly encountering his lost childhood, Jiang Yang suddenly felt that he was pretending to be mature.

“Jiang Yang, if you don’t care, we can go out to eat. I have money here…” Zhao Jinmai lowered her head slightly, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and was about to turn off the TV.

Jiang Yang suddenly snatched the remote control away.

Turn the volume up a few notches.

"Pleasant Goat, Beautiful Goat, Lazy Goat, Boiling Goat, Slow Goat, Soft and Fluffy..."

This song, which Hu Lin described as childish, filled the entire living room.

Jiang Yang put down the remote control and laughed, "I like every dish. Who says snacks can't be main dishes?"

Zhao Jinmai unconsciously touched the hem of her clothes with her fingers: "The adults say this stuff has no nutritional value, but why don't they say that when they smoke and drink? The adults just love to say this."

Jiang Yang replied, "Adults are so boring. All they think about is making money, buying cars and houses, and improving their children's grades. They don't even like watching cartoons, and they don't even want to listen to what their children have to say. They're so boring."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!" Zhao Jinmai nodded repeatedly.

To prevent Zhao Jinmai from realizing he was faking it, Jiang Yang deliberately activated his acting skills to the fullest.

He grabbed an egg tart, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed a few times, his pupils dilated instantly, and he blinked slowly: "Delicious!"

Suddenly, she looked up at the crispy noodles that Zhao Jinmai had broken into small pieces.

Put it in your mouth.

The eyebrows should be briefly relaxed.

When eating cream puffs, the lower lip trembles slightly, and the corners of the mouth turn up asymmetrically when chewing.

His acting skills, fully unleashed, were a gentle lie he gave to Zhao Jinmai.

Yang Chaoyue watched from the side, his eyes wide with amazement.

Does Yang Ge usually like to eat snacks?
How come I didn't notice?

This love for snacks is definitely not an act.

I'll consider buying Yang Ge more snacks in the future.

Jiang Yang scooped up one last spoonful of bubble tea, lightly touched his lower lip with the edge of the spoon, slurped it up, slightly curled his little finger, straightened his spine, and exhaled a satisfying breath: "I've lived for 30 years..."

Realizing he had misspoke, he quickly corrected himself: "I've lived like a dog, and I've never eaten anything this delicious. This is definitely the most satisfying meal I've ever had."

Zhao Jinmai was so surprised that her eyebrows almost flew into her hairline, and she smiled so much that her lower eyelids bulged out: "Really? Jiang Yang, don't fool me, you're not just trying to make me happy, are you?"

“Who would want to coax you? You still won’t even call me Brother Yang. If anyone’s going to coax you, it’ll be Yang Chaoyue.”

"Brother Yang, Brother Yang..."

Zhao Jinmai smiled happily, her eyes slightly red: "You're different from those adults. I could tell the first time I saw you."

The first time I met Zhao Jinmai... I remember now, it was at a McDonald's.

Right under Hu Lin's nose, she lent her phone to Zhao Jinmai to play with.

They forged a deep friendship.

Making friends with children is that simple and pure.

That's why they say blond guys don't spend money to pick up girls.

She sat casually on the carpet, grinning foolishly at Jiang Yang: "This is the first time I've invited friends over for dinner. My mom is usually very strict, but she's not here today!"

"To be honest, there's one thing wrong with this meal."

"What?"

"Why isn't there any green vegetables? They're so unhealthy. Chaoyue, go downstairs and buy a bottle of Sprite and bring it up," Jiang Yang ordered.

"Okay."

Yang Chaoyue set off immediately.

As they reached the door, Jiang Yang called out to them, "Make sure it's Sprite, don't buy Lei Bi (a type of biscuit) instead."

(End of this chapter)