Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 49 I will work for you all my life!

Yang Chaoyue hurried to keep up with Jiang Yang's pace, the cold wind blowing on his thighs and forearms.

She felt nothing, she was used to it.

The male stage manager heard the noise and turned around to see Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue walking towards him. He slowed down his pace and looked at the two of them.

Judging from Jiang Yang's tall posture and leisurely steps, he seemed to be an actor from another crew in the film and television city.

It should not be from the program crew. They wouldn’t recruit such a handsome guy for extras.

The female beggar next to her was made up to look like a real beggar, and from her demeanor, you could tell she wasn't a real beggar, otherwise she would have been chased away.

"We are an extra who just passed Director Kang's audition. I play the noodle stall owner and she plays the female beggar. We have some interactive scenes and we passed the audition."

Jiang Yang directly revealed his identity and took out a box of Furongwang from his pocket.

He doesn't smoke much on weekdays, but he always carries cigarettes with him. He would hand over a cigarette and take out his lighter to light it for people.

The male stage manager's suspicious look disappeared.

When he heard that it was Director Kang who personally auditioned and passed, he stopped and smiled: "I almost thought you were from another crew. Director Kang's auditions are very strict, but if you pass, you will get more scenes."

"It's pure luck. Can we use this stall for a while longer so we can get familiar with our roles?"

"I really can't do that, brother. We need to build a new set there and put out equipment, tables, chairs, etc. It's said to be related to Wang Xun's solo mission. The ground also needs to be cleaned. Our team leader is communicating with the director of photography and will check it soon to make sure the noodle stall is not damaged. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, you're busy, you're busy."

I said hello and asked where the makeup studio was.

Jiang Yang turned around and patted Yang Chaoyue's shoulder. He tilted his head towards the makeup room with a helpless smile in his eyes and walked towards the makeup room:
"We can't move the noodle stall right now. There's nothing we can do. They're not trying to make things difficult for us. Let's go remove our makeup first. If you're hungry, you can eat the crew's boxed lunch."

Yang Chaoyue pursed her lips. She followed Jiang Yang in small steps, her voice muffled: "Hmm... Actually, I don't really want to eat that much."

"When we get back to the Magic City and buy some flour, I'll make some dough and cook it for you."

"Okay! Okay!"

Jiang Yang continued, "The seasonings at that noodle stall are all made up by the staff, they're not authentic."

Yang Chaoyue nodded repeatedly and smacked his lips in disdain: "Yes, it's not authentic. It smells sour."

"sour."

"Hmm, sour."

Although Yang Chaoyue said this, he couldn't help but turn down the corners of his mouth.

After walking for a while, Jiang Yang looked back. The noodle cart had been pushed into the alley, with only half of its wheels visible. The stage manager had already left. Jiang Yang slowed his pace and suddenly lowered his voice, "Chaoyue, that person has left. The noodle cart is now unattended. Judging by the time, the fire inside is still going out. How about we..."

He deliberately dragged out the last word and looked at Yang Chaoyue with narrowed eyes.

Yang Chaoyue's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyelashes fluttered rapidly: "How about we go back secretly and cook a bowl? I'll be the one to spread the word!"

"That's exactly what I meant. Even if the seasoning isn't authentic, it won't affect my kneading of the dough."

Jiang Yang turned around and walked back, and immediately heard the sound of small footsteps behind him.

Yang Chaoyue walked quickly, covering his mouth with his hands while laughing, his shoulders shrugging: "Yes, yes, it's sour, sour it is, I like sour food, hehe."

It doesn't matter if the seasoning is sour.

As long as it’s cooked by the boss, it’s fine. She was so envious of it during her audition.

Suddenly I felt warm.

She wore a thick coat to protect herself from the cold wind.

Jiang Yang's long coat just reaches above his hips.

It was draped over Yang Chaoyue like a warm curtain, hanging down to her knees, with the waistline wrapping around Yang Chaoyue's hips.

The cashmere fabric weighed heavily on the thin shoulders.

Yang Chaoyue hunched his shoulders and dared not move, his tone sticky enough to be drawn: "Brother Yang, your clothes must be a famous brand, right? I'm dirty."

"What's dirty or not?"

Knowing that Yang Chaoyue would refuse, Jiang Yang pulled the collar of his coat and covered Yang Chaoyue's small body tightly.

Seeing that Yang Chaoyue's legs were still bare, there was nothing we could do.

His coat can be put on Yang Chaoyue, but his trousers cannot be taken off:

"Put on your sleeves, or you'll really catch a cold. If you have a fever and can't film tomorrow, I'll have to compensate you. If your clothes are dirty, just dry-clean them. They're not luxury goods. I bought them on Taobao, so they didn't cost much. The suit you wore to the last interview is a brand name, and it's hanging in your closet."

Yang Chaoyue stuffed his arms into the loose sleeves of Jiang Yang's coat, let the shoulders of the coat droop, and buttoned it up.

Yang Chaoyue, who was following Jiang Yang, looked like a child wearing a coat.

The corners of Yang Chaoyue's mouth naturally turned up, and a warm current flowed from his shoulder blades to his vigorously beating heart: "Brother Yang, I will work hard in your company for you for the rest of my life!"

"Just don't bother with me in labor arbitration anymore."

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