Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

Chai Ziming looked around.

No one is empty.

It's just a pair of socks, do you want to watch the surveillance?

When I put the scarf just now, I didn't pay attention to whether there were already socks inside.

For convenience, this kind of locker requires a key to open the door, but only needs to close the small door to close the door and lock the door.

Maybe one day I forgot to close the locker, someone picked up the trainee's socks, thought it was his, and threw it into the locker for him.

Surveillance at twenty times the speed may not necessarily find the person who put the things in a short time. If they find it, it may be a misunderstanding.

Chai Ziming hesitated for a moment, but decided to contact the company's logistics to ask someone to change the lock for his cabinet.

He tugged on the socks and sighed, "The elasticity is quite good, and it looks like a high-end product."

Knead the stockings into a small ball again and throw them back into the locker. Chai Ziming closed the locker, ready to buy curry paste.

As for the stockings, I will leave it to the logistics side later.

…………

Pushing a cart full of food materials, Chai Ziming was ready to pay with his wallet.

The little girl at the cashier is already used to seeing Chai Ziming come to buy things. While scanning the barcode with a "di-di--", she chatted with Chai Ziming: "Xiao Ming, are you making curry tonight?"

Chai Ziming nodded: "Yes, curry udon. My brother wants to eat it."

The cashier smiled and teased: "In the future, Congshen will definitely find a wife who can cook to live. 160 five yuan seven cents, credit card or cash?"

Chai Ziming followed with a smile: "Swipe the card."

After paying the money, the cashier took a plastic bag to help Chai Zi put it on: "Xiao Ming, if you post an emoji on Weibo, it's better to post how you cook. In this day and age, everything made by hand attracts fans. Alas, Chai's mother is not a designer." What? If only you could make clothes, open a Taobao store, I promise to buy it. Star effect, being a model by yourself saves modeling fees and advertising fees.”

Chai Ziming was stunned for a moment.

The cashier packed the things and showed a big smile: "Okay, come again next time."

Chai Ziming smiled, put the bag in the car, and walked towards the place where the cart was returned.

Maybe it was because of the shocks he received today. When Chai Ziming got home, he didn't speak, he was in a daze.

He stuffed the sparkling water he just bought into the refrigerator, and floated to the kitchen with curry sauce and potatoes and radishes in his hand.

Hearing the sound, Chai Zicong leaned against the door frame: "What's going on?"

Chai Ziming turned his head, with a blank expression on his face: "Huh?"

Chai Zicong glanced at the refrigerator, but before he could open his mouth, he saw the refrigerator began to scream wildly.

Chai Ziming came back to his senses, and immediately came back and rushed to slam the refrigerator door with his body.

Chai Zicong asked again: "What's going on?"

Chai Ziming smiled casually and shrugged: "It's okay, nothing happened."

After speaking, he continued to walk to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

This is not at all sincere.Chai Zicong was going to ask his agent.

A mobile phone is a good thing, Chai Zicong called Sister Yu in one call.

Sister Yu seemed to have figured out that Chai Zicong was going to call her, and as soon as she answered the phone, she said, "I have received a new invitation, movie, do you want to make it? I just need a pair of twins. I have sent the information to you two emails. Remember to take a look, the filming will start in the next year. Also, the arrangements for the annual meeting have come out. The theme of this year's annual meeting is "self". "

"Role play?" Chai Zicong asked, "You can play any role?"

Sister Yu laughed: "Don't be naked. Just come here naked."

Chai Zicong replied: "Okay, I understand."

Sister Yu then started to turn the topic to Chai Ziming: "By the way, Xiao Ming refuses to talk to me about many things, so please help enlighten me. No matter what hobbies or specialties he discovers, it will affect his stardom or his personal life." Journeys are worthwhile. He's just too dazed right now."

Chai Zicong turned his gaze to the kitchen: "Okay, I understand."

Before he hung up the phone, classmate Xiao Ming yelled in the kitchen: "Brother, hurry up, I forgot to take my beef! Quickly help me take it out and defrost it."

Chai Zicong covered the microphone of his mobile phone, and replied to his stupid brother: "...It's too late for you to start cooking beef now."

Classmate Xiao Ming was silent for three seconds, then poked his head out of the kitchen and asked bitterly, "How about seafood curry tonight?"

Chai Zicong: "...um."

Classmate Xiao Ming ran out quickly, found squid, shrimp and sausage from the refrigerator, and quickly ran back to the kitchen: "It will be ready soon."

The phone was still connected, and Chai Zicong let go of his finger covering the microphone: "Sister Yu, I will tell Xiao Ming. It's getting late, and you should get off work early to have dinner."

Sister Yu smiled and said goodbye.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Chai Zicong put away the phone and walked into the kitchen.

Seafood curry can be cooked much faster, especially Chai Ziming himself is good at this kind of cooking.

Chai Zicong took the bowls and chopsticks out of the disinfection cabinet: "There is a task for a new movie, remember to check your mailbox after eating."

"Okay." Chai Ziming stirred the curry soup, scooped up a small spoon and tasted it, "Hiss, it seems that something has been leaked..."

Let the chef tangle here, Chai Zicong took the bowls and chopsticks and went out to set the dishes.

Two people born in the same year, the same month, and the same day have completely different personalities, completely different preferences, but they have completely the same habits. This is quite a strange thing.

Chai Ziming diligently arranged the dinner for the two of them, and said: "Start."

The taste of seafood curry is rich and refreshing.

The two kept eating without speaking, holding chopsticks in their left hand and spoon in their right, eating quite devoutly.

After eating and drinking enough, the two of them were paralyzed on the chair, and then began to fight over an extremely important matter: "You wash the dishes."

Chai Ziming emphasized: "I cook the food."

Chai Zicong shamelessly said: "I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded now, ah, my hands and feet are disabled..."

Compared with being shameless, Chai Ziming conceded indignantly: "I do the dishes, so don't eat dinner tomorrow, go for takeaway!"

Chai Zicong tactfully changed the subject: "Just now I called Sister Yu."

The little fire in Chai Ziming's heart was instantly extinguished, and he clicked: "...Oh."

Chai Zicong adjusted his language: "I think you can open up that studio. You can do the design, you can make the clothes, and I will be in charge of being a model. You can also entrust me with simple tasks such as calculating money."

"Huh?" Chai Ziming got stuck, "work, studio?"

"Don't say you don't know what's in the only room in our basement that has never been opened." Chai Zicong raised his eyebrows.

The person who looked exactly like him looked at him with a playful look, and Chai Ziming felt as if he had been put on the operating table and dissected thoroughly.

That room is not a terrifying unknown, but a studio that Chai's mother personally arranged for Chai Ziming.

A studio that belongs exclusively to Chai Ziming.

The two fell silent.

Chai Ziming didn't know how to reply, so he simply got up and cleaned up the dishes on the table, ready to wash the dishes.

"Jingle Bell--"

The intercom at the door rang.

Chai Zicong, who was fully planning to lie down on Ge You, reluctantly moved his hips away from the chair: "Who is it..."

As soon as the call was connected, it was the security guard in the security room at the door: "Hello, is this Mr. Chai? There is a brother here who delivers flowers."

Chai Zicong made a decisive decision: "No."

There was a crackling sound from the microphone, and another person answered quickly: "Hello, is this Mr. Chai Ziming? I am a rose from the r family. I have a bouquet of roses that you promised."

Chai Ziming asked from the other side of the table: "Who is it?"

Chai Zicong paused: "Wait a moment." He beckoned Chai Ziming to come over.

After putting the bowls and chopsticks together, Chai Ziming walked over with a question mark on his face.

After picking up the phone, he asked strangely, "Who?"

"Hello, I'm the rose from the r family, and I have a bouquet of roses that you promised."

Chai Ziming suspected that he was hallucinating.

The most famous thing about r's roses is that every buyer must register with their real name, and they can only give one gift to one person in a lifetime.

The other party repeated it patiently, and added another sentence: "But the customer asked to conceal his name."

Chai Ziming looked at Chai Zicong.

Chai Zicong was going to go to the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.

Chai Ziming stammered: "Oh, oh, take it, cough, bring it in."

The security guard finally let her go, and the flower delivery boy entered the community with a large bouquet of promised roses.

Ten minutes later, Chai Ziming was holding a box of roses, sitting on a chair in the living room with a serious expression.

After washing the dishes, Chai Zicong asked curiously, "Who gave it to you? A loyal fan?"

Chai Ziming: "Will loyal fans only send me roses?"

Chai Zicong: "But the rose from the r family can only be given to one person."

Chai Ziming looked at his brother with a complicated expression: "Brother, I have a question for you."

Chai Zicong felt that something was wrong: "...Swallow it, don't ask."

Chai Ziming brewed for three seconds, with a sad face: "...we are brothers."

Chai Zicong: "...Get lost."