[BL, MTL] The Villain Is Too Cute (Quick Wear)

Chapter 134: I Am A Cute Little Koi (10)

Hearing that someone from the Fu family wanted to take Xiaobao to the capital to film a movie, the Yin family was very grateful. Xiaobao saved the life of the young master of the Fu family, and they didn't intend to repay them, but they never expected that the Fu family would remember them so much and did not despise them. Poor, willing to help.

　For this reason, before New Year's Eve, the old lady specially killed a big black pig in the family to entertain guests, thank the Fu family for their support to her family, and celebrate Xiaobao's first filming in the city by the way. Uncle Yin also raised his big knife, sharpened the knife, and went to the pigsty to choose one of the lucky ones under the guidance of the little guy.

　After rejecting the Yin family's enthusiasm to no avail, the young man had no choice but to say, "Let's just have a smaller pig." There were only three of him, the driver and the bodyguard, and they couldn't eat too much.

　"Okay." The little guy just nodded, and the next second pointed to the strongest one in the pigsty, as if sensing danger, the black pig immediately moved away from the sink vigilantly, and hid behind his companion. But that morning, the pig's shrieking sound resounded through the narrow path, and the blood flowed bucket after bucket, alarming the surrounding neighbors. Many children even came to watch, laughing and jokingly joining in the fun.

　"Yo Hongmei, the Chinese New Year hasn't come yet, and the pigs have been killed?" Don't you save it and drag it to the market before the Chinese New Year? During that time period, the price of pork doubled compared to usual! They don't believe that the shrewd old lady Luo doesn't know this truth.

　The old lady put down the pig-butcher knife in her hand, wiped her sweat with her cuff, and continued to raise the knife after a while, her heroic posture remained the same as before, so she explained while killing the pig, "Yes, isn't this what Mr. Fu wants to bring?" Is Xiaobao going to film in the city? There is also the matter of building a factory, and we are going to kill a pig to celebrate." "

　Wow, congratulations, I just said, Xiaobao is a lucky person! No, he has to go to the big city We're filming, and sooner or later we'll see his handsome face on TV." And since Xiaobao saved someone casually, it's visible to the naked eye. I want to film a movie, and my family has to build a factory. Isn't this a sign of good luck? The villagers in the neighbors are all envious, but it is a pity that there is no little doll in the family who opens his mouth to give blessings.

　There were also a few young and middle-aged men with active brains who came to ask Uncle Yin about building a factory, and politely asked if they could leave a place for them to work. Shen Qiuyi was also entangled by her natal family because of this. Seeing those brothers who had abandoned her like a shoe, after so many years, with their old faces, begging her to speak nicely in front of the big house with a catty of meat, Shen Qiuyi's mood was extremely complicated.

　Of course, she also knew her natal family's lazy nature, so no matter how much they begged, she would not agree.

　On that day, the whole family entertained the guests and enjoyed a delicious pork feast. Mrs. Luo tied up all the extra pork and gave it to the boy enthusiastically. The boy couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

　Before leaving, the Yin family also told Yin Minglu thousands of times, "Xiaobao, you don't understand anything. When you get to the city, you must listen to your brother and don't run around, you know?" Yin Minglu nodded his head obediently

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　"You can't kick the quilt at night, be careful of catching a cold." As a mother, Shen Qiuyi's son got out of her belly. It is usually warm and lovable, and it has been growing under her nose. It is still nine years. It was the first time that she was separated from herself and went to such an unfamiliar place, Shen Qiuyi was naturally very reluctant to part with her. She held the child's hand and immediately burst into tears, almost crying.

　The young man was surprised, "Xiao Bao can still kick the quilt?"

　Shen Qiuyi nodded embarrassedly, rubbing the little guy's soft hair, "Yes, Xiao Bao is naughty, and he likes kicking the quilt very much at night. He almost kicked the quilt a few days ago." He's caught cold. Someone needs to tuck him in in the middle of the night."

　Is he like this? Yin Minglu tilted his head, blinked his eyes innocently, and said he had no impression of it at all.

　The young man smiled, "Auntie, don't worry, I will take care of Xiaobao. I will sleep with him at night, and if he kicks the quilt, I will cover him up." Shen Qiuyi was shocked, "Why is this so embarrassing?" The young man

　Said,

　"It's okay, Xiaobao is just like my younger brother. I will take good care of him when he is away from home." After

　several back and forth, after Shen Qiuyi almost stripped off Yin Minglu's underwear, Yin Minglu finally set foot on the road to the city. the way.

　The car opened, and he climbed up. The young man supported him accurately, then patted the seat beside him and said, "Sit here." Yin Minglu obediently rubbed over, looking at him with a small face dependently, the young

　man Satisfied, he smiled and said, "It's so good."

　"What kind of movie am I going to film?" Yin Minglu asked curiously. It was more than 80 years ago, and countless classic TV dramas and movies have been born. It has a very brilliant significance in the history of film and television. Lucky enough to be a part of it?

　The young man handed him a few notebooks with gentle eyes, "Your first play needs an audition, and the casting has not yet been finalized. You have memorized the lines, and if you perform well, you will definitely win. The process is hard, and when you wait for this movie After the show airs, you will become famous." He is optimistic about the talent of this child, and he is definitely the best among his peers.

　Yin Minglu pretended to understand half-understood, opened the handwritten notebook, and when he saw "The Romance of the Fragrant House", his black pupils subconsciously shrunk. This serial TV series adapted from a classic literary classic, set up a preparatory team in the early 1980s, and completed the first draft of the script at the end of the same year. The director spent two years selecting a hundred actors from tens of thousands of candidates from all over the country.

　From the leading role of the young lady to the group performance of the maid, the director has carefully selected all the candidates. After confirming the candidate for the role, several training courses have been held in history, allowing the actors to thoroughly understand the original books, ponder the roles, and learn piano and chess at the same time. Calligraphy and painting, cultivating sentiment, only those who pass the test can formally participate in the performance.

　In other words, if Yin Minglu is selected, even if it is a small role, he will have to spend at least several months on this drama, but the gains from it are endless. Because this is an ancient costume series invested and filmed by the state. After it was broadcast, every flower and grass in it, every word and sentence, and every frown and smile of the actors have become the best memories of countless people's childhood.

　For a while, Yin Minglu's heart was still a little turbulent. When he opened his notebook to look it up, he felt a heavy power. He thought that if he was lucky enough to play the role, he would do his best.

　Seeing him stunned, the young man comforted him thoughtfully, "Don't feel pressured. If this crew doesn't work, we have another crew. I asked the director to reserve the role of a monkey spirit for you, and I won't let you return without success." .You read the notes for two hours, are you tired now? Would you like to lean on me to sleep."

　Speaking of being tired, Yin Minglu nodded his head, rubbed his eyes, and closed the notebook. Seeing that the young man suggested so much, he lay down obediently, laying his pillow on the young man's lap to prepare for sleep, before closing his eyes, his little face unconsciously rubbed against his hand.

　Feeling the warm and tender touch on the palm, a smile quietly appeared on the boy's already picturesque face, and he hugged the child even tighter to relieve a little bump on the road.

　Until the night was about to fall, the driver finally couldn't take it anymore, thinking that this ancestor named Xiaobao really can sleep like a thief, he can still sleep so soundly with his young master's hard legs on his pillow, there are suspicious water marks on the corner of his mouth, that little snoring One after another. Although the child was holding the young master's leg with his little hand, and his sleeping face was extremely white and tender, no one was willing to wake him up.

　But this city has been open for ten rounds, and the night market has been around for ten laps. It is almost dark, when will it stop. The driver muttered. It can be seen that the young master is enjoying it, so he can only bite the bullet and continue driving.

　Because the driver of Fu's family didn't know Yin Yu'e, he didn't recognize the young couple who set up a stall on the street after visiting the night market for a dozen times.

　The weather is getting colder, everyone is walking on the street, exhaling white flowers, but Qin Mao is sweating all over his body. Because he and his daughter-in-law Yin Yu'e were pushing a hot soup pot called Kanto cooking, and they were setting up a stall in the market to sell it.

　This Kanto cooking stall is neither big nor small, and the iron pot for boiling soup is divided into a dozen square grids with iron plates, and different things are scalded in each grid.

　The meat dishes include shrimp dumplings, fish balls, scallops, tribute balls, and white sliced ​​tofu, while the vegetarian dishes include water spinach, kelp, baby vegetables, and radishes. They are all cooked in a white pot, which looks very appetizing. There are several plastic cups next to it. Once a customer orders, just scoop the food into the cup, and then add sesame oil, coriander or salt according to the taste of each customer. The attention of most people in the night market.

　In fact, the taste of the Guandong soup was not very good, because Yin Yu'e didn't cook much at home, so the craftsmanship can only be said to be passable. The soup itself was lacking. In addition, the night market originally had ordinary stalls such as noodles, dumplings, pancakes, steamed buns, etc., and a novel oden stall suddenly appeared, which was particularly attractive.

　And when the weather is cold, citizens are willing to spend one or two yuan to order hot soup, hold it in their hands and take a sip slowly, drinking while walking, to dispel the cold from their bodies.

　So for a while, customers came like a cloud.

　The guests called for meat or vegetables from time to time, which kept Qin Mao busy, and he settled accounts and got the wrong money several times. And Yin Yu'e, who was in charge of the cash register, raised her mouth in satisfaction, thinking that it was as she expected, these citizens had never eaten these things, so they would naturally cheer for them, and with today's income alone, she would almost recover the initial cost.

　If this day is down and the profits are so much every day, she will be able to completely buy a shop in the city in less than two months, specializing in catering. When the restaurant opens and customers come again, she will be able to recruit small workers and become a shopkeeper, saving a sum of money to start a clothing factory. She has countless trendy fashion experiences in her mind, and at worst, she can make domestic copycat low-end versions of international high-end clothing. These Chinese people who have never seen the world will definitely buy it. In short, earn money first.

　Yin Yu'e, who was busy counting money with her head down, didn't pay attention to her stall. Several sneaky figures appeared. They watched her stall from a distance. Pretending to pass by unintentionally, he glanced at the bottom of the pot without saying a word, and then left casually.

　Then, within a few days, Yin Yu'e found that her income in the account book had dropped significantly, which was completely inferior to the peak of the first day, and was even falling vertically. She grabbed her husband Qin Mao's arm anxiously and said, "What's going on?" Why are there so many fewer customers?"

　Qin Mao was also in a daze, wiping his sweat and said, "Yes, the number of customers was reduced by half the day before yesterday, and today they were even less." No more than Yin Yu'e counting money in the background, he is in charge of scooping up the ingredients for the soup , Naturally, the change in the flow of people can be clearly felt, and it is indeed decreasing day by day.

　"It's only been three days. It's impossible for the guests to get tired of eating so quickly, right?" Yin Yu'e doesn't believe in evil, how is this possible? You may get tired of eating in just three days.

　Something must be wrong!

　Yin Yu'e left the stall aggressively, and after walking a few steps away, she found that not far from their stall, there were countless similar oden restaurants in the place where there were bunny stalls and noodle stalls, and the soup was richer and more delicious than the other. , the price of meat and vegetables is also cheaper than the other, so the customers flocked to these stalls, shouting, "Boss, give me some tofu. I want to order cabbage too." They were cheated

　? ? ? Yin Yu'e almost fainted from the stimulation.