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Chapter 61: Take Turns 1
Zhou Huimin rubbed her head against He Daqi's neck with a smile: "I'll tell you when you cook the dumplings."

"You come down first."

"I do not!"

He Daqi had no choice but to carry her into the kitchen.

This recitation lasted for more than ten minutes. When Zhou Huimin was sitting on the sofa eating dumplings happily, He Daqi sat slumped far away from her, and no longer asked what he wanted to ask just now.

"Daqi, these dumplings have so many different fillings. I can tell the difference between cabbage and meat, three fresh vegetables, fennel and meat, and leek and meat. What are the other two fillings?"

"It should be shepherd's purse and pork and Spanish mackerel dumplings." He Daqi responded lazily.

"Grandma knows so much. Isn't it troublesome for her to pack so many kinds?"

"No trouble." He Daqi's tone was particularly perfunctory.

How can it not be troublesome? I have to stir the filling several times.

The key point is that the old couple are retired teachers and have nothing to do after going out for a stroll all day.

It’s so cold, it’s useless to just sit at home, so I might as well find something to do.

But it happened to be cold, and He Daqi was not at home all day.

The old lady thought it would be better to make some dumplings when she had time, so that when her eldest grandson came back, she could not only make him some hot meals immediately, but also let him take some back to the crew to eat.

Now Zhou Huimin is enjoying the good life.

It was already past nine in the evening, and she was rehearsing and signing autographs backstage at CCTV. Now that she had been hooked by this dumpling, she couldn't stop.

I was thinking that I shouldn't eat too much, as it would make me gain weight easily. Especially since it was already past nine o'clock and He Daqi still had to film tomorrow, so I couldn't use him to lose weight.

But he just couldn't control his mouth and soon finished a large plate of dumplings. He also followed He Daqi's habit and gulped down a large bowl of dumpling soup.

What do you think about when you are full?

After eating and drinking her fill, Zhou Huimin twisted her body a few times and then fell into He Daqi's arms.

"Go to bed early after eating. I still have to shoot a movie tomorrow." He Daqi sensed the danger.

"Didn't you ask me where I found so many people?"

"I don't want to ask anymore..."

"No, you must ask! Come to the second floor and I will explain it to you in detail!" Zhou Huimin pulled He Daqi to the second floor.

This is life. You always have to choose between the wolfberries in front of you and the oysters in the distance.

If you don't choose, then you probably won't be able to live.

Ginseng, deer antler, wolfberry, black mulberry, the bitter water soaked in them even tastes a little sweet.

He Daqi drank it like nectar. Not only did he drink it in one gulp, he also chewed the residue and swallowed it.

He stared at the roof in a daze, hoping that the Spring Festival would come soon, or that he would quickly take on a role so that he could quietly slip away and have some peace and quiet.

"Do you still remember the property management company we founded?" Zhou Huimin asked softly in his ear.

"Remember, there has been progress in the negotiations?" He Daqi came back to his senses and turned to look at Zhou Huimin.

"No, but I have recruited quite a few people, including students from martial arts schools and retired soldiers. Brothers Qin Long and Qin Hu are currently in the suburbs teaching them how to be security guards."

He Daqi twitched his lips and said, "Are you sure you're teaching them how to be security guards?"

"Yes, it is also the security guard's responsibility to protect the employer's safety."

He Daqi turned around and didn't want to pay any attention to her. How could a good property management company be made so fancy?

"Who told you to sleep that way? Turn around!"

He Daqi turned back and closed his eyes, then went straight into the simulated training space. No matter how Zhou Huimin shook him, he refused to leave. The next day.

Beijing Film Studio, the crew of "Scholarly Family".

He Bing is in a good mood today.

He was in a good mood, but He Daqi was not.

Not only did I not sleep well last night, but when I came in the morning, there was a round-faced older young man staring at me, and He Bing kept muttering in my ear.

After shooting another shot, He Daqi sighed and was pulled aside by He Bing.

"What? Are you tired of teaching me how to do it?"

"No, please continue."

He Daqi is very conflicted now. He Bing's guidance is very effective, which can be seen from his proficiency in performance skills.

What surprised He Daqi the most was that after He Bing's guidance, he seemed to have a better grasp of the subject. Before, when he simulated a drama, he always had the same temperament and could not change.

Now that He Bing has corrected me, I can’t say that I can make the transition smoothly, but it is still relatively easy when I take it seriously.

It’s just that this uncle’s way of teaching is not very pleasant. If He Daqi doesn’t learn seriously, He Bing will get angry.

It's so confusing. It would be great if Zhou Huimin also had this business. Unfortunately, Zhou Huimin always gives instructions with her mouth, but her hands are not very honest.

drop!drop!drop!
Three cars stopped at the door of the crew.

The strong men who were leisurely gathered at the door made way to let the people in the car get out and walk in.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a square face and an imposing aura.

When they saw the person coming, the set suddenly became quiet, and everyone stopped working and gathered around.

Old Teng, with a smile on his face, squeezed to the front.

"What are those people at the door doing?" The square-faced man's loud voice was so clear that He Daqi could hear it clearly from a long distance away.

Old Teng's face froze, and his smile wasn't very natural: "Those are just passersby. They probably thought the filming was interesting and gathered there to watch."

"The Beijing Film Studio is getting worse and worse! They can't even maintain order!" The loud voice of the square-faced man rang out again.

No one dared to respond.

The square-faced man didn't care whether anyone responded or not. He walked around the crew slowly with a cold face, and then led everyone out without saying a word.

After leaving the set, he turned to look at Lao Teng and said, "Xiao Teng, hurry up! I heard that this drama hasn't even been filmed halfway yet."

"Boss, didn't the station say before May..."

"It's airing in May! You're not doing post-production after filming? You're an old comrade, how come you don't know to be prepared?"

He Daqi couldn't help but suck his teeth when standing behind the crowd. Oh my god, did he deliberately walk out of the set to make a face?

After the three cars left, the crew got back to work.

Old Teng had a gloomy face and there was no one around him. Even Little Teng had moved a stool and sat far away with his body huddled up.

Old Teng began to secretly scan the entire crew intentionally or unintentionally. When he saw the assistant director who called the police yesterday chatting and laughing with others, he clenched his fists.

Not only Old Teng noticed the assistant director, but He Bing also bumped into He Daqi's shoulder and turned his head to gesture in that direction.

"There are many people who want to kick someone when they're down, that's why I said yesterday that this matter has nothing to do with you no matter how you look at it."

"Isn't he also from the Central Bank? Did Old Teng steal his wife before?" He Daqi asked with a chuckle.

"Haha, you have such a big mouth!" He Bing smiled and patted He Daqi, then continued, "The Central Bank is so big, do you think it's just a small workshop? Do colleagues have to love and help each other? Wait, maybe there will be more this afternoon."

(End of this chapter)