Film and Television Overview: Starting from the Same Window

“There’s no point in going back.” Zhou Shengchen sighed, his voice low. “My parents were both only children. After they passed away, there’s nothing left for them to worry about, so I’m just not going back.”

Sang Yan: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Oh, it's alright!" Zhou Shengchen waved his hand, interrupting him. "I've already come to terms with it. Come on, come on, quickly show me around your house."

"Okay, then take a good look later."

Amidst their banter and laughter, the two entered the house.

As soon as he came in, Sang Yan threw his backpack onto the sofa and said, "Sit down and rest for a bit. I'll get you some fruit."

"You're too kind," Zhou Shengchen said.

Zhou Shengchen casually picked up a magazine from the table and started flipping through it.

The next second, a clear, childlike voice rang out from outside the door.

"Brother, you're back!"

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Zhou Shengchen turned his head and saw a pretty girl who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old walk in from outside.

"She must be Sang Zhi," Zhou Shengchen thought to himself.

Staring at the incredibly handsome face and smiling grin on the sofa, Sang Zhi was lost in thought. She swallowed hard and asked cautiously, "Brother, you...you had plastic surgery?"

"You mistook me for Sang Yan?" A playful glint flashed in Zhou Shengchen's eyes.

He smiled and beckoned to Xiao Sangzhi with his finger: "Then come and see, does your brother's work look good? Does it meet your aesthetic standards?"

Upon hearing Zhou Shengchen's voice, Sang Zhi immediately sensed that something was amiss.

It's one thing to have plastic surgery, but why has her voice changed too?

Just then, a noise came from the kitchen. Sang Zhi looked over instinctively and instantly saw her brother, Sang Yan, carrying a plate of fruit and walking towards them with his "ugly" face.

.... .. ...

Her pupils contracted sharply, and a look of shock instantly filled Xiao Sangzhi's face.

Seeing his bratty little sister Sang Zhi, Sang Yan's lips twitched. He looked down at her, who looked like she'd seen a ghost, and asked in confusion, "What? Are you stunned by my handsomeness?"

“I…” Sang Zhi stammered, unable to speak.

Zhou Shengchen asked knowingly, "Sang Yan, what the hell is this?"

"Otherwise what?" Sang Yan rolled his eyes. "Is she my daughter?"

Zhou Shengchen pouted: "You're so ugly, you couldn't possibly have such a beautiful little sister."

Hearing Zhou Shengchen praise her beauty, Sang Zhi's eyes lit up. She then glanced at him cautiously and asked Sang Yan, "Brother, who is he?"

“My friend, Zhou Shengchen,” Sang Yan said succinctly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shengchen stood up and came to Sang Zhi, bent down to look at her, and greeted her: "Hello, little sister, my name is Zhou Shengchen, I am your brother's friend and also your neighbor."

At this point, Zhou Shengchen suddenly tilted his head to look at Sang Yan, examined him carefully, and asked, "Sang Yan, do you think we look alike?"

Sang Yan frowned, looking at Zhou Shengchen with a puzzled expression: "What are you talking about? How could we look alike?"

"Doesn't it look like it?" Zhou Shengchen touched his handsome cheek and said with a mischievous smile, "Then why did your sister ask me earlier if I had plastic surgery?"

These words reminded Sang Zhi of her silly thoughts just now, and her tense face instantly collapsed, looking somewhat annoyed.

Sang Yan: "..."

In an instant, his defenses crumbled.

Chapter 136: Yang Chaoyue, Nervous and Vigilant

Sang Yan quickly placed the fruit plate on the table, then glared at his younger sister: "Little brat, explain to me what he just said?"

Xiao Sangzhi lowered her head and gave an awkward laugh.

Sang Yan's face darkened. "Kid, did you mistake him for me? Or for me after plastic surgery?"

Sang Zhi gave an awkward smile, speechless.

"You little brat, what are you thinking about all day? You're asking for a beating." Sang Yan was always bursting with confidence, thinking he was the most handsome man in the world, but now his sister had completely broken his defenses.

He couldn't help but swing his claws and scratch at the other person.

Sang Zhi refused to back down, waving her two little arms and fighting back with all her might. As she hit him, she said righteously, "You're so ugly, isn't it only natural that you should get plastic surgery to make yourself as handsome as him?"

"Besides, Mom and Dad aren't coming back for lunch today, saying only you'll be back. But when I came in, I found he was all alone. Isn't it normal to have that thought?"

Sang Yan took a step back, separating himself from Sang Zhi, and then impatiently picked at his ear: "Keep your voice down."

Sang Zhi pouted, her cute little face downcast, and said unhappily, "Why should I speak softly?"

The two siblings stood facing each other like that.

Sang Yan, the older brother, showed no intention of backing down to his younger sister and continued to add fuel to the fire: "You're disturbing me!"

"Alright, alright, stop fighting. Let's keep the peace." Seeing this, Zhou Shengchen quickly stepped in to mediate.

Looking at Xiao Sangzhi, Zhou Shengchen took an orange from the fruit plate and handed it to her: "Little sister, have an orange, don't hold it against your brother."

With his friends around, Sang Yan lost interest in bullying his younger sister who was always going against him.

Looking at the time, Sang Yan realized it was lunchtime, so he looked at Zhou Shengchen and said, "It's almost lunchtime, shall we eat together later?"

"Okay!" Zhou Shengchen nodded, then looked at Sang Zhi beside him. "Little sister, what do you want to eat for lunch? Big brother will treat you later, anything is fine!"

"Really?" Sang Zhi's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "I want to eat gourd chicken."

"Sang Yan, let's go now! Don't let your little sister go hungry," Zhou Shengchen said to Sang Yan.

"Alright, let's go!" Sang Yan pulled off Sang Zhi's schoolbag and threw it aside, then the three of them walked out.

Just as Zhou Shengchen got into the car and was about to take Sang Yan and the others to dinner, he saw the gate of his villa open, so he rolled down the car window.

"Yang Chaoyue!"

Hearing someone call her name, Yang Chaoyue looked to her left and immediately spotted her boss's car.

Walking to the car, Yang Chaoyue tilted her head and looked Zhou Shengchen up and down.

"Boss, is there something you need?"

"Where are you going?"

"It's lunchtime, time to eat!"

"Get in the car, I'll take you with me."

"Huh? No!"

Yang Chaoyue looked visibly resistant and made a large X with her hands.

"Are you sure you don't want to go eat gourd chicken?"

Although she didn't know what kind of chicken the so-called "gourd chicken" was, Yang Chaoyue couldn't help but swallow.

She has never been able to resist delicious food.

"Hurry up, I have friends behind me!" Zhou Shengchen urged.

Yang Chaoyue glanced at the back seat and saw that there was indeed someone there, so she didn't hesitate any longer and got in the passenger seat.

"Who is she?" Sang Yan asked, puzzled.

“I don’t live in that house often, but it still needs to be cleaned. She’s the cleaning lady I hired,” Zhou Shengchen explained.

Upon hearing this, Sang Yan's lips twitched slightly: "Your cleaning lady is quite pretty!"

"It has to be pretty, otherwise hiring an ugly one would be an eyesore!" Zhou Shengchen said smugly.

Following Sang Zhi's directions, Zhou Shengchen drove to a private restaurant.

Zhou Shengchen ordered four servings of gourd chicken and some drinks, and then chatted with Sang Yan and the others in a casual manner.

"Sir, your gourd chicken is ready. Please enjoy."

The waiter brought the gourd chicken to the table and placed it neatly in front of Zhou Shengchen.

Little Sangzhi's eyes lit up instantly when she saw the golden-yellow gourd chicken.

Yang Chaoyue narrowed her eyes, leaned forward slightly, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but exclaim, "It smells so good!"

The waiter smiled slightly, took out his chopsticks, and gently picked up the chicken. The next second, the whole chicken was separated from the bone.

As the waiter separated the chicken, he enthusiastically explained the process to Li Luo.

"Guest, this is a specialty dish from Shaanxi Province, and one of our restaurant's signature dishes. The recipe for gourd chicken originated in the Tang Dynasty and has a history of over a thousand years."

After hearing the waiter's explanation, Zhou Shengchen immediately became interested.

Seeing this, the waiter provided even more detailed information.

"Legend has it that during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Wei Zhi, the Minister of Rites, wanted to eat chicken that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. One of his chefs made this delicacy by first boiling, then steaming, and then deep-frying it. Because of this method, the shape of the meat resembles a gourd, so it is called Gourd Chicken."

By the time the waiter had finished explaining everything, the meat from all four chickens had been completely prepared. The crispy-skinned, tender gourd-shaped chickens greatly satisfied Zhou Shengchen and his companions.

"Guests, the food has been served. Please enjoy your meal."

The waiter bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Afterwards, Zhou Shengchen and the others began to enjoy the food.

.........

After meal.

Zhou Shengchen drove Sang Yan and his sister home, and then went back to the villa with Yang Chaoyue.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, Zhou Shengchen asked Yang Chaoyue, who was sitting next to him, "The New Year is coming soon, what are your plans?"

"What plans could I possibly have? I'll just wait for you to get a break, boss, and then spend time with my family!" Yang Chaoyue rolled her eyes.

Zhou Shengchen thought for a moment and said, "Then you can go back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chaoyue became nervous: "Boss, do you mean give me a holiday, or fire me?"

"What are you thinking?" Zhou Shengchen gave her a sharp rap on the head. "You're doing a great job, why would I fire you? I probably won't be back for a while, so I've decided to give you an early leave. Remember to come back in mid-February, understand?"