Outside, the rain had stopped.
The aroma of food filled the house.
"Time to eat."
"Ai, it's been hard on you, Little Cao."
"Yeah, we've troubled you today."
"It's fine. I'm more than happy to have you all here. Come, sit."
"Whoa, there's so much food? It smells delicious. "
"Old Zhang, do you want to drink?"
"Sure, there's wine at home. It's Yuye."
"Yuye is a good wine. It's very expensive."
"It was all brought back by Little Ye. It was a gift from someone else."
Yuye was a famous brand of wine in this world. It was aromatic.
In the living room, two tables had been set up. This was barely enough for so many people to sit down. Zhang Ye also came out, but he did not sit inside. Instead, he kept the table closest to his room and moved a chair to sit on the outside. Everyone thought that Zhang Ye was being polite, so they kept praising him.
During the meal, Zhang Ye was very busy. He kept getting food for everyone, "Come, Grandma Cui, have some of this. Auntie Yu, try this. My mom's Yuxiang shredded pork is the best. Little Yan, have some too. Don't stand on ceremony. We're all family, so there's no need to stand on ceremony.
Grandma Cui quickly said, "Little Ye, you eat too."
"Yeah, don't worry about us." Auntie Yu smiled.
Little Yan was flattered and quickly ate the food that Zhang Ye had gotten for him. "Thank you, Brother Zhang Ye."
Zhang Ye continued getting food for him. "What are you thanking me for? Here, there's some more food."
Grandpa Sun nodded. "Look at our Little Ye. He's so sensible."
The entire table was left with Zhang Ye taking care of everything. After taking care of this and that, in the blink of an eye, the three dishes closest to him were all emptied into other people's bowls. Zhang Ye immediately removed the empty plates and brought over a few full plates of food to continue taking for everyone.
He wasn't being polite.
This fellow was just trying to get them to eat quickly so they could go home!
With Zhang Ye's hard work, the results were remarkable. A large meal for more than a dozen people only took about half an hour before the plates on the table were all empty.
"I'm full."
"It's so delicious."
"I can't eat anymore either."
Everyone put down their chopsticks.
Mom stood up. "I'll go brew some tea."
Grandpa Sun said politely, "Goodbye, Little Cao. I won't drink anymore. I've already disturbed you all the entire morning. It's time for us to go back. I still need to take an afternoon nap when I get home."
Since someone had spoken, the others naturally took their leave.
"Yeah, you guys should rest."
"We'll drop by again another day."
"Yes, I'm going back too."
"Little Ye, come over to our house when you're free."
Zhang Ye was amused and stood up to send her off. "Definitely, definitely."
His mother said, "Sit for a while longer. Why are you in such a hurry after eating? Yu, I just planted two pots of flowers a while ago. I wanted to show you."
Auntie Yu chuckled, "The one in your bedroom? I saw it. It's so nice to have a green plant at home. I was thinking of buying one someday. "
His mother smiled and said, "What are you buying? There's no need to buy anything. Oh right, my son has a pot of kaffir lilies in his house. He has always complained that flowers attract bugs and doesn't want to keep them. You can take the kaffir lilies away!"
Huh?
Kaffir lilies!?
Zhang Ye felt like his pores were about to explode. This was the umpteenth time he felt like fainting today. Do you guys have to be so deceptive!?
Auntie Yu was a little embarrassed, "Is it suitable?"
"It's suitable, it's suitable. Little Ye, bring it over to your Auntie Yu." His mother urged.
What should I bring? Zhang Ye hurriedly said, "No kaffir lilies!"
His mother stared at him, "Why not? Don't you not like to keep them? "
Zhang Ye explained, "My pot isn't a good one. The leaves aren't pretty either. If you want to give it to Auntie Yu, then give me a good one. The one you just planted is not bad."
This fellow muttered to himself.
Auntie Yu, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but I'm afraid it will stink you!
His mother immediately said, "Yes, yes, take my pot. My pot is good. Let's go, I'll bring it over for you."
Auntie Yu said, "There's no need for it to be too good. I don't know how to keep it anyway. Just kaffir lilies will do."
Zhang Ye quickly said, "No, no. Kaffir lilies are not easy to keep!"
A few minutes later.
The neighbors gradually left. Grandpa Sun also led the dog away.
His mother felt very refreshed, "Heh, we had a really good chat today."
"I've always heard you brag." His father criticized, "Look at how impetuous you are. If your child has some achievements, it's because of his own ability. Do you have to be so cocky?"
His mother did not like that, "That's because I raised him. Can't I be happy that my son is capable? Can't I brag a little? "
His father said, "You have to keep a low profile."
His mother harrumphed, "I've been keeping a low profile for almost 50 years."
"Wash the dishes. Hu, I drank a little too much. I'm going to lie down for a while." His father took a sip of his tea and leisurely strolled back to his bedroom.
His mother followed behind and said, "You keep a low profile. Even when you wash the dishes, you keep a low profile. I've never seen you do anything before!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye immediately patted his chest, "Mom! I'll do it! "
His mother smiled and said, "My son is still the best. Hur hur, there's no need for you."
"Don't, I'll do the dishes. Hurry up and take an afternoon nap with Dad. It's been a tiring day, so I'll take care of today's chores." Saying that, Zhang Ye began to clear the table and pick up the plates.
His mother's heart ached for her son, so she came up to snatch it away, "Don't move."
Zhang Ye did not listen, "Just let me perform for once. Don't worry about it, don't worry about it!"
"Your task now is to look for a job. That's the most important thing." His mother was also quite depressed. This matter had been on her mind all this time. Logically speaking, for a celebrity of her son's level, looking for a job? Using the word "looking" was simply a joke. Which one of them did not have a bunch of people fighting for a job? They either had endless film contracts or shows, so it was impossible for them to have a headache over not having a job. But what about her son? He had no talent agency, no work unit. He had been fired or suspended. The crux of the matter was that no one dared to hire him. This was a C-list celebrity that was close to being a B-list celebrity. This situation was probably the only one in the entire entertainment industry!
What a weirdo!
Zhang Ye pushed his mother back into the room. "Don't worry, I'll look around for the next few days to see if there are any television stations that are lacking hosts or have new shows."
"Hold on tight."
"I know."
"Alright, I'll lie down for a while then."
His mother also went back into the room.
Zhang Ye closed the door for her and let out a long sigh. He first pretended to clear the table and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes absentmindedly. Actually, he was waiting for his parents to fall asleep. When he felt that it was about time, Zhang Ye turned around and went back to his bedroom.
Old Zhang was still sleeping on the bed.
"Sister Zhang, wake up," Zhang Ye whispered to her.
Zhang Yuanqi was woken up and said in an unfriendly manner, "What?"
"They're all gone. My parents are also asleep," Zhang Ye said.
Old Zhang nodded and slowly rubbed her eyes. She sat up and got out of bed. She walked towards the bag she had brought and unzipped it to look for her clothes. When she bent over, a pair of beautiful, snow-white legs could be vaguely seen under the bathrobe. It was extremely alluring. Old Zhang's figure was the most standard that Zhang Ye had ever seen. It was so standard that it could be described as perfect. Chest, legs, hip circumference, body length, and a series of other things that could be marked out were all "standard." For example, if one were to say that her breasts were as big as Old Wu's? Not really, but they were just right. As for legs, if one were to say that they were as long as Dong Shanshan's? Not really, but they fit perfectly. It was as if they were made according to the perfect standard with a caliper!
Beautiful!
He would never get tired of looking at them!
To avoid arousing suspicion, Zhang Ye went out of the room.
About five minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Zhang Yuanqi had changed into a clean set of clothes and walked out with light footsteps. Her eyes scanned the living room.
Zhang Ye made a shushing gesture and pointed at the door.
Zhang Yuanqi nodded and walked out with him.
One step.
Three steps.
Five steps.
They were finally here.
Zhang Ye's heart was in his throat. When he saw that they were already at the door, he heaved a sigh of relief. There was a wall at the entryway, so even if his parents suddenly came out, he wouldn't have to worry about being seen. As such, Zhang Ye opened the door and turned around to ask, "Have you rested well?"
Old Zhang said expressionlessly, "Not too bad."
Zhang Ye said with lingering fear, "Next time, if you want to come, let me know earlier so that I can make the arrangements. Look at what happened today. I nearly caused a big mess."
"You can go back first," Old Zhang said.
Zhang Ye nodded. "Take care then."
"OK." Old Zhang had already put on her mask and sunglasses. "Next time, prepare more alcohol at home. That way, I won't have to buy it on the way here."
Zhang Ye said in a speechless manner, "You can reimburse me."
Old Zhang looked at him. "Buy 100,000 yuan. I'll reimburse you."
"Whoa, so generous?" Zhang Ye said in amusement.
But she immediately said, "The prerequisite is that you write a song for me."
Zhang Ye said in amusement, "So a song of mine is only worth 100,000 yuan? Don't even think about it. "
"I'm leaving." After saying that, Zhang Yuanqi pushed up her sunglasses and walked out the door with her bag in hand. As she went down the stairs, her figure gradually disappeared.
Zhang Ye smiled. He was already used to such a lukewarm interaction with the Heavenly Queen. Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly heard Zhang Yuanqi's footsteps getting further and further away stop. It sounded like the footsteps of another pair of leather shoes were getting closer. It seemed like someone was coming up the stairs. His heart skipped a beat!
Holy shit!
Old Zhang, don't get recognized!
He heard that person speak. It was a middle-aged man's voice. "Hello."
This is bad!
He recognized me?
Zhang Ye's heart was pounding!
"Eh?" It was Old Zhang's voice.
The middle-aged man said, "I would like to ask if Teacher Zhang, Zhang Ye, lives in this building?"
Old Zhang said, "Upstairs."
The middle-aged man said, "Alright, thank you."
The footsteps sounded again. One was getting further and the other was getting louder.
About ten seconds later, Zhang Ye saw a man in his forties standing outside the security door. He looked like he had seen him before, but he did not have much of an impression of him.
When the man saw that the door was open, he was taken aback. "Teacher Zhang? What's the matter? "
Zhang Ye said, "I was just about to go down and take out the trash. I just opened the door. You are?" Out of courtesy, he opened the security door as well. He noticed the man's expression and guessed that he did not recognize Zhang Yuanqi.
The middle-aged man smiled and put out his hand. "We should have met at Beijing Television Station last year. We did not speak during that meeting, so let me introduce myself. I am the Deputy Director of Beijing Television Station's HR Department. My name is Wang Huayuan, but you can call me Old Wang."
Eh?
Beijing Television Station?
Zhang Ye shook hands. "Director Wang, why are you looking for me?"
The middle-aged man went straight to the point. "I had wanted to get Old Hu to invite you over for a discussion in the afternoon, but Old Hu said that you were busy and did not have time. So after the lunch meeting ended, I came over uninvited. I hope I didn't disturb you?" Zhang Ye had worked there before, so of course the station knew his address like the back of their hand. Furthermore, the addresses of his two homes were already known by the various media outlets. It was no longer a secret.
Only now did Zhang Ye come back to his senses. Only then did he remember the meaning of Hu Fei's call in the morning. The station had invited him over for a lunch meeting? He could roughly guess what was going on, and with the identity of the HR Department's Leader, it was even clearer to him. However, he was still not too sure, so he said, "How about this, Director Wang? A lot of people just came to my house. My friends just left, so I haven't cleaned up yet. It's quite messy. Why don't we find a coffee shop to chat?"
The middle-aged man said, "Alright, then go change your clothes. I'll wait for you."
Zhang Ye took the keys from the house and walked outside to close the front door and security door. "There's no need. This is fine. I'm not an idol anyway."
The middle-aged man also laughed. "That's not necessarily true. My niece likes you a lot. She's a hardcore fan of yours. She even said that you were handsome the last time we had a meal together."
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Whoa, then I'd better change my clothes."
"Haha!"
"I was just joking. Director Wang, please."
The two of them went downstairs and chatted as they walked.
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