Since then, I have become the most beautiful boy among the anchors

The old lady has become more and more leisurely in the past few years, and she also likes to delve into cooking skills. She has been involved in all eight major cuisines, and she has practiced good cooking skills.

Every time Zhang Jing goes home to accompany the old man, he naturally doesn't rush into the room and play with his mobile phone. He always likes to follow the old lady to watch her work and steal a lot of her skills.

"Grandma, why don't you make Longjing shrimp today." Zhang Jing was greedy again, "I won't eat it, I'll give it to you."

The old lady's complexion suddenly changed when she heard the words, her eyebrows fell high, her eyes were not eyes and noses were not noses, "What kind of shrimp do you eat? Why don't you have a long memory! You can't even touch the fishy smell, and the last time's debt has not been settled yet!"

She was referring to the day when Zhang Jing came home, half of his face was covered with red rashes, and she was so distressed that the rash disappeared after three or four days. How dare he eat it?

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll just talk." Zhang Jing quickly showed weakness.

Zhang Jiayun also felt distressed that he loves to eat but can't eat, so her tone eased: "Grandma will make you fish tomorrow? Squirrel mandarin fish, steamed grouper, I will buy you any fish you want, soft-shelled turtle or not? I'll give it to you later." Make a candy turtle."

Fortunately, Zhang Jing is not allergic to all river seafood, some fish and turtles are fine.

Zhang Jing shook his head wildly when he heard the soft-shelled turtle. The last time he ate soft-shelled turtle, he had a nosebleed. "No, I'll just say it casually."

"That's why it's not good to be too white." Grandma looked at Zhang Jing worriedly. She was already white, but when the sun shone, it was almost transparent. "The black spots are solid."

"I want to bask in the sun too. I'm also allergic to ultraviolet rays." Zhang Jing thought that every time he posted a video, the barrage would read "It's so white, so envious". black spots.

"It's all inherited from your mother, and your father is not white." The old lady said while chopping branches on the bamboo.

Zhang Jing smiled and didn't answer.

The old lady said to herself, "Your father called me these two days and said that Feng Da wanted him to help the child transfer schools."

"What's my father's attitude?"

"What kind of attitude can you have? The attitude of waiting for me." Zhang Jiayun said and laughed. Her son has always been filial. Every time everyone asked him for help, he would come over and ask her for advice. You are so busy all day long, how can you have time to take care of these things. Zhou Rong really thought that your father was the emperor and transferred to another school just because of his opening, and your father is not the principal of the school."

"How did you answer him?"

"I didn't say anything? I said I'll think about it. I'm not here to ask you if you want to go to school with him."

Zhang Jing couldn't help laughing, his family's food chain is really bad, and he was at the top of the food chain after a round, it seems that Zhou Rong should not go to his mother, but should come to beg him.

"Anyway, I don't like that kid from his family. I bully you whenever I get the chance. I'm worried about going to your school. Besides, he might not be able to get into college if he changes schools. It's useless to change schools if he doesn't care about it. " Zhang Jiayun babbled.

Zhang Jing: "Then I don't agree. My aunt has to be sincere and has come to see you a long time ago. Why bother to go to Jiangcheng?"

The old lady shook her head and said with a smile: "Forget it, she has always hated me for beating her son so many times, and wished that I would die sooner."

"Grandma!" Zhang Jing changed his face, and raised his voice, "Don't always say that you can't die!"

Zhang Jiayun glanced at her grandson and sighed in her heart. The child was more taboo about this word than she was, "Got it, grandma was wrong. Didn't you say cooking? It's almost time."

I don't know if Zhang Jing was recruited by the word at noon, but he didn't let her work anymore. He fiddled with the camera by himself and wanted to build a flower shelf by himself.

Zhang Jing measured with a tape measure and sawed bamboo. He worked hard all afternoon to finish the flower stand. He moved the stand outside the villa and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Grandma, the stand is ready! When will it be moved? Tomorrow?"

My waist is so tired that I can't straighten up. It's not so difficult to watch my grandma do it. How can I do it myself? My whole body is sore.

"Oh, my little ancestor, don't bark, your voice isn't healed yet. Let's talk about moving the flowers. The meal is almost ready, so come in and have a rest."

"Hmm..." Zhang Jing ran into the house to get his mobile phone, took a picture of the shelf, and originally wanted to send it to Jian Min, but found that he ignored him all day, and that person didn't take the initiative to speak.

After thinking about it, he turned off the phone again and went to the kitchen to watch grandma work.

Jian Min is not him, he has to be busy with so many things every day, and he has to be distracted to deal with him, so he should be more sensible, give Jian Min a day off, and trouble him tomorrow.

The old lady went to bed early and returned to her room at eight o'clock.

After taking a shower, Zhang Jing went back to the bedroom to edit the video.

Matcha competed for favor, jumped on his lap and meowed to be touched, and Cookie squatted at his feet without sitting on the ground, lying on his side and stretched out two furry paws to hug his feet and licked them from time to time. .

Zhang Jing took a deep breath and protested, "Uncle Qu, do you know that you have barbs on your tongue?"

Cookie didn't care about him, and was still fighting wits and courage with his feet. Zhang Jing hurriedly withdrew his feet, stomped on its belly and smoothed its fur. sound.

After calming down the two haunting goblins, Zhang Jing started editing.Editing is also a technical job. The final edit of a day’s video may take less than 10 minutes, and many of them are useless shots. He has to repeatedly pull and select shots.

I sat in front of the computer for three or four hours, and had to choose filters and BGM, and it was already early in the morning when the video was finished.

After he finished his work, he was bewildered, looked down at his tingling toes, and found that the big toe bitten by the cookie was red, Zhang Jing took a breath like a toothache, shit!Can this be blamed on the master?cannot!He is thankful that he is not allergic to cat fur, but hates him for being a delicate flower.

The two masters had already gone to sleep in the cat's kennel. He washed his feet again, sat on the bed to take a close-up of his feet, and posted it on Moments - the saliva is poisonous!There are also two pictures below, one is his feet, the other is an emoji of Cookie sticking out his tongue, and there is a sentence "I, the flower picker, will flick your jio girl with my tongue today".

Not long after, Deng Zixuan left a message below——

My little brother: Hahahaha Jing Bao, how old are you and you still chew your toes?

Jing Jing Duck replied to my little brother: What are you doing?Is the cat licking well?

The following followed for a while, "hahaha", they were all Deng Zixuan's younger brothers, and all laughed at his ability to understand.

"Sir..." The driver parked the car a long time ago, but Jian Min in the back seat did not move. After a stalemate for a while, he broke the silence with a low voice.

Usually it was past nine o'clock when I came back from the ancestral house, but today this one stayed until past eleven o'clock, and it was already twelve o'clock in the community.

Jian Min looked up at him with indifferent eyes.

The driver was so frightened that he fell silent. I don't know if it was his illusion. Xiao Jian was always in a bad mood. She didn't talk much in the first place, but today she was even more silent.

In fact, after driving this car for such a long time, he has never lost his temper, and he will not speak up when he makes a small mistake occasionally, but he usually looks cold and difficult to get along with, and he is always a little scared in his heart.

Jian Min opened the door and got out of the car, "Go back." His voice was cold.

"Goodbye sir."

A little irritable.Jian Min looked at the dark red in the cup coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he put down the red wine to get his cell phone, but the person with the first chat record still didn't send a message, and his face became a little colder.

He flipped through his circle of friends, and found the boy's news.

The white feet looked like jade, slightly glowing under the light, each toe was very round, revealing a naive look.

Zhang Jing was flipping through his comments, and suddenly found that there were more likes, and when he found out who couldn't help laughing, he immediately sent a message to Jian Min.

"Brother, look." He took another photo and sent it to pretend to be pitiful, "It hurts~"

The news didn't come, but the other party's video request, Zhang Jing was so frightened that he was smart, but fortunately he didn't shake his hands, and successfully connected to the video.

"Brother, brother..." Zhang Jing looked at the man on the screen and his heart beat faster. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and now he realized that he was thinking too hard.

Jian Min's soft hair was brushed back messily, making him look more mature. He looked at Zhang Jing with deep eyes, without saying a word.

"Brother? Do you drink?"

"Drink a little. Why haven't you slept yet?" Jian Min's voice was not loud, and his deep voice was more magnetic through the speaker. Zhang Jing seemed to be hit by a subtle electric current, numb to the bone.

Zhang Jing shrank back and said in a low voice, "You haven't slept, are you still working?"

"rest tomorrow."

"Oh~" Zhang Jing's eyes wandered, and he was a little at a loss for words. He was a little shy in the face of Jian Min like this.

After a moment of silence, Jian Min asked, "What's wrong with the voice?" Why is it hoarse?

Zhang Jing didn't expect him to hear it, so in order to maintain his image, he said vaguely: "It's nothing, I called it today."

"Arguing with someone again?"

Zhang Jing glared at him when he heard this, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "That's not it! I am, I am..." After a long time, I didn't say why. It can't be said that I was so frightened by the snake that my voice was bad.

But he couldn't help the other party's agitation. In Jian Min's eyes, his evasive words were acquiescence. When he thought that he was a scolder in the other party's heart, he suddenly became unhappy, and angrily told him what happened today. Of course, he was afraid of him The part of the snake has been properly artistically processed, and its image cannot be damaged.

"Afraid to call?" I didn't expect the other party to hit the nail on the head.

"I've said so much, why did you hear this?" Zhang Jing was very dissatisfied with this, moaning and saying that his image had collapsed.

Although Jian Min didn't know what kind of image he had, he didn't interrupt, watching him rolling on the bed.

"Brother..." Zhang Jing suddenly called him when he had finished.

"Ok?"

The boy's face was buried in the quilt, only his eyes were exposed, and his dark eyes looked at him eagerly.

Zhang Jing's ears were red. He looked at the man on the screen and his heart was beating like a drum. He was obviously sixteen. His aunt and neighbors praised him as sensible, but he couldn't help playing childish in front of his grandmother and Jian Min. , they always seem to pamper him.

"I miss you." He said and shrank into the bed again, almost unable to see his eyes.

The young man's voice was muffled, but those four words still clearly reached Jian Min's ears.

The corners of Jian Min's lips rose almost invisibly, and he said, "Okay."

Before Zhang Jing fell asleep, he didn't even think about what Jian Min's voice meant.