Movie Emperor: When he debuted, he was surrounded by female stars and capital

The lid of the pot was opened, and a scent of wine wafted out.

Qi Jia smelled it and frowned, thinking, will he really not get drunk after eating this?

"Come on, come on, try it. I stewed it for two hours over a slow fire, and it is guaranteed to be fresh and fragrant."

Huang Lei greeted everyone enthusiastically, picked up a small piece first, stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it whole,

While eating, he kept making a sound of "hmmmm", enjoying it.

He Jiong also picked up a piece, not caring about the heat. After taking a bite, he squinted his eyes in enjoyment and praised,

"What a delicious food on earth. If it could snow at this time, it would be great to have pig's trotters with yellow wine."

If he is a professional host, Mr. He's ability to support the joke is first-class.

In a word, he raised the pig's trotters stewed with yellow wine from a desire for the tongue to a spiritual enjoyment.

However, Qi Jia's mouth was crooked, thinking, "Evil Gardenia, you are still too young. Let me show you my skills."

"Teacher He, you are a little greedy. Snow in June in the south is rare, and Teacher Huang's dishes are not often available. You actually want to have both."

After Qi Jia finished speaking, He Jiong was slightly stunned, then reacted, laughed happily twice, and said,

"Yes, yes, yes, I am greedy. I will punish myself with a pig's trotter."

The two old six, one after another, coaxed Huang Lei to smile,

so happy that his gums were exposed, and his vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment.

Poor the remaining four children, I feel that I am not well-educated, I just want to say: "Fuck, it's delicious."

Zhang Jingyi licked the pig's trotters, and secretly stuck out her tongue because of the spicy rice wine, and whispered to Song Fangyan beside her,

"Yanyan, how can we praise this?"

Song Fangyan also had a bitter face. She was actually not very good at drinking. This pot of rice wine pig's trotters without a drop of water,

She was a little drunk just by smelling the smell, let alone eating it.

Hearing Zhang Jingyi's question, she looked up at Qi Jia helplessly, feeling the little girl's eyes for help,

Qi Jia made a subtle mouth shape to her, and Song Fangyan understood.

"Eat hard~"

Song Fangyan lowered her head and whispered to Zhang Jingyi, then took a deep breath and ate the pig's trotters in big mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyi sighed in her heart, and followed her example and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

Sometimes, actions are the best proof.

Sure enough, this behavior was soon recognized by Huang Lei.

He changed his indifferent attitude towards the two girls during the day, took the napkin and put it in front of the two of them, and said in a gentle voice,

"Eat slowly, there is still a lot in the pot."

After that, he also inserted a Guangzi and took two bottles of Telunsu and placed them in front of the camera,

"If it's spicy, drink some Telunsu, protect your stomach, nutritious and delicious."

This business ability is awesome, and Qi Jia was stunned. But are you sure you won't get a stomachache after eating greasy pig's feet and drinking milk?

...

A pot of braised pig's feet in rice wine knocked down six people.

Perhaps, Chef Huang didn't expect it to be so powerful that he even got drunk.

After dinner, everyone except Qi Jia was blushing.

After chatting for a while, everyone went their separate ways and went back to their rooms to rest.

Only Qi Jia was still sober, cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

Wash the pots and bowls and put them away in different categories.

Qi Jia sat on the hanging chair in the yard, swinging while sending WeChat messages to Zhang Kunpeng.

Zhang Kunpeng told him that the post-production of "China in Classics" had been completed, and asked Qi Jia to find time to go back to the studio to take a look.

After talking about work, Qi Jia watched Douyin for a while, and before he knew it, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Qi Jia frowned, with a look of disgust on his face.

Watching the pedicure master help a customer with paronychia to remove the nail embedded in the flesh, a stream of pus and blood flowed out.

Qi Jia nodded comfortably, and when he was about to continue to browse the next post, he suddenly heard someone calling him,

"Brother Qi, I feel a little uncomfortable? I have a headache and want to vomit."

Qi Jia turned around and saw three girls leaning on the door, looking at him with blurred eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Qi Jia walked over, helped the three girls to sit on the sofa, and touched their foreheads.

There was no fever. Looking at the three people, their cheeks were flushed and there was a strong smell of alcohol in their mouths. Qi Jia understood that they were obviously drunk.

"Are you conscious?" Qi Jia asked again.

The three people hummed at the same time, as long as they were conscious, Qi Jia nodded and asked the three people to sit down first.

He came to the kitchen, found a white radish, peeled and cut into pieces, and then pickled it with salt.

Then he took out two sugarcanes, peeled and cut into pieces.

Rinse the white radish with water to remove the salt after killing the spicy, then put it in a casserole, add water and boil it.

Cook until the water boils for two or three minutes,Add the chopped sugar cane and turn off the heat when it boils for the second time.

"Come, one bowl each, drink slowly with a spoon, be careful of the heat."

The three of them didn't know what it was, but just picked up the spoon obediently, tasted it in small sips, and felt that it was sweet and delicious.

Perhaps it was a psychological reason, or it could be that the hangover soup worked really fast.

After drinking it, the three of them felt much better. The feeling of wanting to vomit was gone, and their headaches were not so painful.

"Brother Qi, what are you giving us to drink?" Zhang Jingyi put down the bowl, wiped her mouth and asked,

Qi Jia put down his phone, saw that the three people were in better condition, nodded with satisfaction and said,

"Hanghejiang, an ancient hangover soup, cooked with radish and sugarcane."

"So it's sugarcane, no wonder it tastes sweet."

Song Fangyan held the bowl with both hands, took a small sip, felt warm in her stomach, and showed an enjoyable expression on her face,

"Where's your sister? How do you feel?" Qi Jia looked at Zhang Zifeng beside him and asked,

Zhang Zifeng held his chin with both hands, nodded vigorously, blinked his eyes, and asked curiously,

"Brother Qi, aren't you busy filming? How do you have time to study these?"

Qi Jia smiled and reached out to flick her forehead,

"How can I not be busy? It's just that as an actor, I naturally have to observe life more and learn more. Later, I know a little bit about everything."

After chatting for more than half an hour, seeing that they were back to normal, Qi Jia was relieved.

The four of them dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep.

…

The night sky was clear after the rain, and the refreshing wind from the mountains blew into people's dreams.

Qi Jia was sleeping in a daze, and it felt like he was back in the morning reading in high school, when everyone was reciting the "Master's Table".

When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already dawn, and there were really people reciting outside the window.

Look at the time, it was just after 6 o'clock.

Afraid of waking up Huang Lei and others in the next bed, Qi Jia got up quietly, went to the bathroom to wash up, and went downstairs.

He saw Zhang Zifeng sitting alone in the yard, holding a Chinese textbook in her hand, reciting the "Chu Shi Biao" in a low voice.

Qi Jia smiled, leaned against the door, and waited for her to finish reciting before walking forward.

"Sister, you are so hardworking so early in the morning."

Hearing someone behind him, Zhang Zifeng turned around and smiled, a little embarrassed,

"Brother Qi, why did you get up so early? Did I wake you up?"

Qi Jia walked to the wall, looked at the misty village, took a deep breath of the air with a fishy smell, and said in a good mood,

"It's okay, I always get up early. Are you going to take the college entrance examination next year? Are you planning to apply for the Central Academy of Drama or the Beijing Academy of Drama? Film?"

Hearing Qi Jia talking about the college entrance examination, Zhang Zifeng covered his face with a book in distress, and said in a gloomy way,

"Beijing Film Academy, but I'm a little nervous, worried that I won't do well in the cultural subjects."

"What are you afraid of?" Qi Jia did a few chest expansion exercises, and said casually and relaxedly: "Come on, if you pass the exam, I will fulfill one of your wishes."

"Keep your word!"

Zhang Zifeng stopped gloating instantly, and jumped up from the recliner happily like a spring,

"Then I want to touch your abdominal muscles."