Comprehensive film: the sweet daily life of urban drama

As I get older, the pressure of life is getting greater, but my income has not increased at the same rate, and there is even a downward trend year by year. This is related to a large amount of plagiarism and a long period of lack of creative inspiration.

After all, as a person who makes a living with her brain, many things can affect her emotions. Her social phobia is caused by many factors. Her father's misunderstanding forced her to change her style. However, the result was that her articles did not bring her higher income, but brought her all kinds of bad reviews from readers.

This made her doubt herself in her career. Under the influence of this emotion, writing was no longer something that made her happy. The frequent writer's block and the tasks she had to complete every day were like a mountain pressing on her heart. More than once she thought about giving up and changing jobs, but she was already 28 years old and had spent most of her youth on writing. Changing jobs was easy to think about but difficult to do.

With her personality, she had to keep many of her troubles to herself. Even though Nana accidentally found out about her profession and expressed envy for it, and their relationship became much closer, she had no intention of confiding in Nana.

After all, many industries are not traditional. Unless you have achieved very good results, most people will look at your career as a joke.

She had encountered this kind of thing before. Her cousin spread the news that she wrote fan fiction everywhere. She still can't forget the disappointment in her father's eyes when he looked at her.

So right now, she really needs someone to communicate with. She seems to see this hope in Chen An, as if she has smelled the scent of a kindred spirit.

Although the reviews on the Internet are mixed, the opinions expressed by a real person standing in front of him are more intuitive, and Chen An doesn’t know his own identity. He just needs to find an opportunity to recommend his book. Then he may be able to find the answers he needs.

Through the reflection of the screen, Chen An saw all of Da Mai's movements. It was obvious that his first step should have been successful.

Barley put the last of the ingredients into the pot, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and carefully placed it in front of Chen An, "It's quite hot here, and I saw you sweat a lot just now. Drink some water."

Chen An looked at Damai and smiled, "Thank you for the water. You are so thoughtful. I was actually a little thirsty before, but I didn't see any supermarket in the village. I wanted to ask you just now, but I saw you were busy so I didn't bother you. I will buy some water and return it to you later. Consider this as a loan from you."

As he said that, Chen An turned on the water and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.

Listening to Chen An's words and the way he drank water, Da Mai instinctively felt that he should be an easy-going person. "No need to be so polite, it's just a bottle of water. I see you seem to be reading a novel, right?"

"My favorite thing to do in my spare time is to read novels. I prefer the plot descriptions in novels to those in TV dramas. Have you ever read novels before?"

After hearing Chen An's words, which were similar to his own thoughts, Da Mai felt more relaxed. "I'm similar to you. When I was in college, I started to watch a lot of works one after another. However, the ones I watched were all relatively niche themes, which I guess are not suitable for you boys."

"Everyone has different preferences. I read novels of different genres."

Hearing this, Da Mai was delighted. "Then I'll recommend you two books I like when we have a chance. You can give them a try."

"Thank you in advance. I'm worried about finding interesting books lately. I'm a bit out of books."

Chen An glanced at the stove and reminded, "Your noodles should be ready."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Da Mai smiled innocently and ran over to turn off the fire.

After walking to the cupboard and hesitating for a moment, he still took out two bowls, "Chen An, I cooked a little more here, would you like a bowl?"

Chen An heard the voice, looked at Da Mai with a surprised expression and joked, "Thank you very much. When I came in just now, I smelled the fragrance. When I saw you cooking, I didn't dare to look into the pot for fear that I would drool. Your cooking skills are really good. This is the first time I smell such fragrant rice noodles."

Looking at Chen An, Da Mai thought he was an interesting person. Although he didn't know whether what he said was true, it still felt very good to be recognized by others.

"No, I just cooked it casually. It's not as exaggerated as you say."

Seeing that Da Mai was serving noodles, Chen An did not just sit there and took the initiative to help serve the noodles and explained, "I am not exaggerating. I took a flight early this morning and had to change planes. The flight lasted for five or six hours in total. I had no time to eat. I only ate a little on the plane, but the food on the plane was barely enough to fill my stomach, and it had nothing to do with gourmet food."

"Besides, they always say that we eat dumplings when we get on the bus and noodles when we get off, so I really appreciate it. I will be responsible for cleaning the pots and bowls later."

After hearing what Chen An said, Da Mai had a better impression of Chen An. She was still struggling with this issue just now. After all, as an author, she was very concerned about her hands, especially when washing dishes, which made her hands greasy and uncomfortable.

(The author would like to explain here that I have this kind of cleanliness obsession and wash my hands more than 15 times a day. This is not an exaggeration at all.)

Chen An saw Da Mai turning around to get something, and took out some of Xiao Dai's plastic-wrapped beef jerky from the bag beside him. These were all top-quality beef jerky, made by the ranch owner himself.

"Da Mai, this is what I brought. It's authentic beef jerky from Inner Mongolia. Try it. It should taste good with the noodles."

Barley came over with a small bowl of chili oil. Looking at the beef jerky in front of him, which looked very appetizing in terms of color and appearance, he asked, "This is different from what I've had before? Where did you buy it?"

"This was given to me by someone else. I made it at home, so it's a little different from the ones you can usually find on the market. You'll know when you try it."

"Would you like something spicy?" asked Barley, pointing at the chili oil.

I looked at the red chili oil, which had a strong aroma and looked very spicy. "Give me a little less, let me test the water first."

Da Mai used a small spoon to scoop a spoonful for Chen An, and put three spoonfuls for himself. When he was about to put the fourth spoonful, he saw Chen An looking at him and asked embarrassedly, "What's wrong?"

In Chen Anji's original play, Damai seemed to be from Hunan. He asked tentatively, "I knew a friend from Hunan before. She was a girl with a very good personality. She could eat spicy food very well. Her accent was similar to yours. Are you also from Hunan?"

Da Mai was a little surprised and asked, "You can even hear this. What kind of job did you do before?"

"I used to run a small business, and I came into contact with a lot of people from all over the world."

"So you're not doing business anymore, so you're here to have fun?"

"My business is cyclical. After that busy period, I have more free time." Chen An carefully scooped a spoonful of soup with a spoon and blew on it. He tasted it and it tasted better than the average rice noodle shop. "Not bad, not bad. The smell really doesn't lie."

Seeing Da Mai reveal a faint smile, Chen An knew that his method was correct. Praising people is definitely the quickest way to gain a person's favor.