I heard that I'm a black fan

Chapter 25. Daily life
"Gourd baby, gourd baby~"

"Seven flowers on a vine."

An Sheng was humming a song while cooking in front of the pot.

Zhao Lang looked at him from behind, Zhao Lang only ate his kimchi fried rice, never any other dishes he made.And this guy doesn't cook other than kimchi fried rice, but just three days ago, this guy suddenly changed his mind and started cooking some low-fat dishes.

He also asked An Sheng why he wanted to eat such a fat-reducing meal, but he was fooled by him with a haha.

It's tricky, because Zhao Lang has known him for more than ten years, he can be sure that this guy has something to hide from him.

So he pretended to go up and said: "Hey, today is beef, such a luxury."

"Well, it's okay, I have a meal once in a while." An Sheng said, without stopping, stirring the beef in the pot.

"I'm a little curious, do you need to lose weight?"

"Uh, no need."

"Then why are you doing a fat-reducing meal?"

"How should I put it?" An Sheng turned off the fire, took the lunch box and said, "For my work to go smoothly, fat-reducing meals are essential."

"So you made it for Li Zhien?"

"Hmm..." An Sheng didn't admit it or deny it.

Zhao Lang watched An Sheng put the vegetables into the lunch box, and wanted to pinch a piece of beef to taste. An Sheng slapped him on the back of the hand and said, "If you want to eat, make it yourself."

"Oh, let me go, you, a guy who values ​​sex and despises friends, has eaten my cooking for nothing for so many years." Zhao Lang withdrew his hand resentfully: "You have such a good relationship with Li Zhien now, and you change your tricks every day. Cook it for her."

An Sheng covered the lunch box and shrugged: "I've said it all, in order for me to do well in the company, I have to take the initiative."

"Is this your initiative?" Zhao Lang pointed to the lunch box and said.

"Yes."

Zhao Lang smacked his lips: "I feel your motives are impure."

"How do you say that?" An Sheng put the lunch box into a bag and said casually.

"There's no one who flatters the leader to cook for others." Zhao Lang couldn't figure it out.

"This is the problem of your realm. How can you use the word flattery to say this?"

"Haha?" Zhao Lang sneered and said, "Then what word should I use?"

"We each get what we need. She needs to control her diet, and I need to survive in the company better." An Sheng said as he walked out of the kitchen: "It happened that I made her a fat-reducing meal and he made me feel safe in the company." Get on with it. Isn't this a double-winner?"

"I still don't understand. Didn't she promise you that she will never mention that you are a black fan in the company? Why do you still say that you want to live a stable life?"

"Women are all moody. Maybe they are still talking and laughing with you today, but tomorrow they don't know what they did wrong, and she will turn around and deny people. I do this as a preventive measure."

Zhao Lang wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words, and could only say: "Good luck."

……

"Good luck is really good luck."

An Sheng hummed a song and drove towards the company on his motorcycle. There were fat-reducing meals and the iced Americano he bought on the way in the trunk.

Koreans have a unique preference for iced Americano. When you often walk on the street, you will find that they will have an iced Americano, and they will drink it no matter it is 20 degrees above zero or [-] degrees below zero.

When he came to the company, he greeted the girl at the front desk and walked into the company.

Pushing open the door of the production group, Xianjing has already arrived, and is sitting on the seat to edit the film; there are two other people in the same group, one is an artist, responsible for taking pictures of Li Zhien, and one person was also a videographer before, but Since An Sheng came, he began to slowly turn behind the scenes.

"Morning, everyone." An Sheng greeted.

The other three raised their eyes and saw him and greeted him vaguely.

An Sheng took his seat, and he passed the materials he had taken in the past two days to Xianjing, and she screened and cut out the usable ones.

In the past few days, I have taken a lot of pictures of Li Zhien's daily life, such as eating, talking and drinking water, etc...

Seemingly useless things can be cut into a vivid plot in minutes in the hands of the editor.

Since the shooting took a long time and the transmission took time, An Sheng took advantage of this time to walk to Li Zhien's lounge with his lunch box.

Knocking on the door of the lounge, An Sheng pushed the door open and went in. Li Zhien sat on the sofa and turned on his mobile phone, An Sheng put the lunch box into the refrigerator with ease.

Since it is a lounge, the refrigerator is not obtrusive here. It is said that Li Zhien liked to eat ice cream and chocolate before, so she specially built a refrigerator here to store snacks such as ice cream and chocolate.

Li Zhien looked up at him and said, "By the way, have you thought about what to write in the script?"

"Not yet, just a little clue."

"Don't worry." Li Zhien put down the phone after replying to the message and said, "What did you do today?"

"Celery beef, and then use the air fryer to fry a few chicken breasts for you." An Sheng then said: "Don't worry, it's not deep-fried, and I'm not afraid of getting fat."

Li Zhien nodded in satisfaction. Ever since he made him a fat-reducing meal, he has never been hungry again. Now that I think about it, I feel a little regretful. Why didn't I recruit him earlier.

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(End of this chapter)