Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

The two chatted and laughed as they returned to Anzhen Lane. When they opened the door, Gao Yuanyuan was wearing an apron and kneading dough.

Well... the privacy in Courtyard No. 8 isn't very good, so she came here directly after her afternoon class. As for the key, Xiao Pang had Li Xiangdong deliver it to her.

Yang Che was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but hug and kiss her: "Where did you park your car? I didn't see it."

Gao Yuanyuan was still a little awkward: "There's no parking garage, it's outside."

Fan Bingbing said with a hint of sarcasm, "Aren't you afraid someone will tear your skin apart?"

Gao Yuanyuan rolled her eyes, instantly becoming much more natural.

"That's better than letting people see it."

Yang Che quickly spoke up before Fan Bingbing could, saying, "Harmony, harmony, harmony is the most important thing today."

Afterwards, Fan Bingbing selected vegetables, Yang Che prepared the filling, and Gao Yuanyuan rolled out the dough, making dumplings that symbolized reunion and farewell.

After all, Little Fatty is flying to Hengdian early tomorrow morning to film "Clever Little Don't Understand".

Inevitably, the conversation turned to the set visit that day, and Gao Yuanyuan sneered, "You're just like a dog trying to catch a mouse; even his real girlfriend doesn't bother with you."

"Yeah, that's true. If some scandal really breaks out, it'll be Wang Fei who looks bad. The diva cares about her reputation; she might just dump him right away, haha, huh?"

Seeing the little fat boy's sudden realization, Yang Che got angry, grabbed him, pulled down his pants, and started slapping him repeatedly.

Seeing the little fat boy howling like a banshee, Gao Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow and scolded him, "What are you doing?"

She wiped her hands as she walked toward the kitchen.

Then she was treated the same as everyone else. Instead of screaming, she struggled desperately, her face turning as red as rouge, and her eyes becoming watery.

"Alright, now's not the time to fight every time we meet. We're starting to be sarcastic and unspoken in sync."

Gao Yuanyuan was about to say something when she looked up and bumped into Fan Bingbing, who had a scrunched-up face... and then she was stunned. What kind of look is this?

Fan Bingbing glanced down and her face turned red. It was one thing for her boyfriend to see it, but it was another thing for her to see it.

As a result, the atmosphere in the small kitchen became strange, and Yang Che, the head of the family, began to breathe heavily.

Then Little Fatty ran out of the kitchen laughing and joking. Gao Yuanyuan couldn't run away now, so she could only grit her teeth and curse, and of course, she didn't forget to say, "You turned off the stove."

Yang Che breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, don't you see the splashing water? That's soup being simmered."

The faster Little Fatty ran away, the faster he regretted it.

Listening to the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen, Little Fatty felt that Pig Round was provoking him, as if she was just like him, getting excited on someone else's turf.

So the chubby boy grumbled and walked over, then stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, pouting as he looked on.

Yang Che chuckled and picked up Gao Yuanyuan. Gao Yuanyuan was extremely embarrassed and annoyed, and bit his neck.

Little Fatty swallowed hard, then stepped forward...

Then the three of them went to the sofa and made dumplings, a symbol of both reunion and separation.

The rolling pin stirs out the aroma of the minced meat, making it snow-white and perfectly round like two jade plates. The savory sauce swells around the edge of the pot, urging the soup to boil and savor the delicious flavors.

What a beautiful poem!

The next morning arrived in the blink of an eye. Little Fatty woke up groggily and then groped his way back to sleep.

First he stammered, then he mumbled incoherently, and then he kept humming and whimpering.

Gao Yuanyuan frowned in her sleep. She turned over, then pulled the blanket over her head and shouted, "It's so noisy! Can't you all go outside?"

Little Fatty, no longer holding back, shouted and said, "I'll be leaving in a bit."

Gao Yuanyuan threw off the covers, sat up, glared fiercely, then went to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she became more awake, pursed her lips, and got up to return to the bedroom.

Today is the Grain Rain season, and as the saying goes, the Grain Rain is as fine as silk and as light as dust; the wax floats on the pot as we savor the new harvest. Peonies are bursting open and cherries are ripe; the falling blossoms must not diminish the arrival of spring.

What a beautiful poem!

..........

after that.

Xiao Pang was picked up by his company car first, Yuan Yuan drove her BMW to school, and Yang Che went to a bar in Sanlitun.

Going to a bar early in the morning, naturally, is for filming.

As he approached, Yang Che could see the cordon tape surrounding the bar entrance from afar.

It wasn't that they were acting like big shots; just look at the three or four people carrying cameras outside, and the onlookers who looked like they were just watching the show, and you'd know why. But Yang Che's heart skipped a beat; he instinctively felt afraid. He steadied himself, and then let out a long breath.

"We still have to move!"

I'll move out as soon as my lease expires this year. Even if I move to Tazhai, I can't stay in Courtyard No. 8 anymore, mainly because there's no privacy there at all, and I don't feel safe.

We need to have a serious talk with Li Xiangdong. He's reliable, but his thinking is a bit simplistic. He should consider the boss's perspective on these kinds of issues. We need to find a few people with reconnaissance backgrounds; it's not like we can't afford to hire them.

Thinking this, I pulled over and walked over.

Reporters raised their cameras one after another, and Yang Che, who had calmed down, smiled and looked over, cooperating very well.

"What are you doing?"

"Yang Che, we didn't interfere with your filming. We just heard that your new movie is being filmed here, so we came to check it out."

"Thank you for your concern. We have a media visit day planned, so please come back then."

After saying that, he walked inside, and then he heard someone say:

"A newspaper is saying that the female lead in your new film is Taiwan's most promiscuous mistress. Are you aware of this?"

Yang Che turned around abruptly: "Which newspaper said that?"

The reporter grinned smugly: "The Beijing News didn't mention your name..."

At this point, the other reporters couldn't help but chuckle, as if Yang Che in front of them was invisible.

Yang Che nodded: "Thank you."

After that, I didn't listen to what they said, nor did I say anything, and went straight into the bar.

The matter is quite clear: some of the reporters yesterday must have tipped off the Beijing News, or the Beijing News may have simply been staking out Taiyanggong all along.

But none of that matters. Even without the Beijing News, there would be other newspapers, since it does generate buzz.

Of course, Beijing News, if you make me unhappy, can't I file a complaint?

Of course, he wouldn't just file a complaint.

Officials are not guilty of speaking out; he won't, he needs to quickly expand his team.

...........

The bar was already quite crowded, mostly with extras brought over from outside the Beijing Film Studio. Baoqiang wasn't there, since this was a high-end bar, and those who brought their own high-end costumes could get an extra 20 yuan.

To Yang Che's surprise, there was an acquaintance sitting at the bar.

The second princess of the South China Sea in "Spring Bright Pigsy" is named Liu Lili. Perhaps because of the makeup and styling, she is much prettier than when we first met.

When she saw Yang Che looking at her, she stood up somewhat awkwardly.