Self-cultivation for foodies

1 hairy blood

It was snowing in Huancheng, and it was a goose feather heavy snow, which hit people's faces coldly, forcing people to roll and crawl back to the house to keep warm.

At this time, the people standing outside were either hurrying people or mentally ill.

Yan Lai is not crazy, but he is acting like a crazy person.

A lost love, wearing a thin layer of unlined clothing standing motionless neurotic in the snow.

The photographer huddled in the palace to shoot the scene in front of him. The maid was standing in the palace holding a fox fur cloak and was about to run out. The imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him back, "Don't go there!"

The little maid looked back at him in disbelief, "What are you stopping me for! Your Highness is wearing such a thin single garment, how can his body survive!"

"But you will only anger him in the past now." The imperial doctor looked at her blankly, and said the truth coldly, "He just wanted to use this method to relieve the pain in his heart. Not only did he not know how to wear clothes in the past, The cloak, on the contrary, will be more cruel to yourself."

The palace maid was taken aback, tears kept falling down like dropped pearls.

"It's not good, the prince has fainted!"

With a scream, the man under the camera with a livid handsome face fainted to the ground.

"Card!"

Following the director's call to stop, the crew hurriedly grabbed the clothes and rushed over to put them on Yan Lai's body. The manager Liu Zhao ran in front, grabbed the cloak and wrapped it around Yan Lai's body, but the skin he touched made him feel heartbroken cold.

It's cold, like a thousand-year-old ice.

"Hot water, hot water, come quickly!" Liu Zhao hugged him tightly, scolding this bastard for being too dedicated to his work. The director said that it would be enough to shoot for a minute or two, but he just wanted to shoot the whole episode, saying yes The atmosphere must be fully brought out, and the audience must not be disappointed.

This shot lasted for 10 minutes, and at the end the whole person was frozen.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhao felt a chill in his wrist, and when he looked down, he saw Yan Lai holding his hand, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth, "Maoxuewang!"

Damn, I still want to eat at this time!

Liu Zhao turned his head and looked towards the door, growling, "Maoxuewang, did you buy it?"

"I'm coming!"

Assistant Xu Ning ran in with a bag, "Maoxuewang bought it!"

Yan Lai's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes as dark as deep Tan fixed on the direction where Xu Ning was running towards.

Liu Zhao felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Yan Lai, who was still on the ground, rushed over like a gust of wind, snatched the hairy blood from Xu Ning's hand, and went straight to the hall.

There was an uproar at the scene.

The little fans who came to visit the class not far away were also silent, showing a dumbfounded phenomenon.

Liu Zhao: ... Yan Lai, can you calm down and maintain the image of a male god?

He walked into the room with a haggard face, and saw Yan Daxing, the popular male god and national idol, sitting carelessly on a small stool, eating a large portion of Maoxuewang, which was full of heat.

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