"Hello, I know you, Mao Superstar! I love listening to your songs, the lyrics are well written!"

The visitor outside the door is a famous actor, the new generation director Zeng Fanyu, who is thin and usually gives people a very stern feeling. But at this moment, with a smile on his face and a pat on the shoulder of the hairy superstar, he looked amiable.

Others don't know that although Mao Superstar is a singer, his idol is indeed an actor, that is, Zeng Fanyu who is standing in front of him now.

It was when he was in junior high school, every boy had a martial arts dream, and Zeng Fanyu's debut work was a martial arts drama in ancient costumes. At that time, Mao Superstar was attracted by Zeng Fanyu on TV, he was simply the hero in his dream, and since then Mao Superstar has been fascinated by Zeng Fanyu.

Now that the idol of his youth is standing in front of him so vividly, you can imagine how excited Mao Superstar is. Don't look at him now, he is a star, but when he sees his idol, he is no different from a little fan brother.

"Hello Mr. Zeng! I like your acting very much, especially the "Ranger", you simply played the hero. We mortal Meiyu all think that there is no hero after the ranger!" (Zeng Fanyu's fan is called mortal Meiyu)

The two came to the living room while talking, and along the way, Mao Juxing completely turned into a little fan brother, changing his usual image of few words. Zeng Fanyu didn't expect to meet one of his fans here, looking at this, he really regarded himself as an idol, which is a bit interesting.

"Master, you're here early!Hello Teacher Zhang!" Zeng Fanyu greeted the two teachers while taking care of Mao Juxing.

"Xiao Fan is here! Xiao Bao actually called you too, it seems that he really has something!" Huang Miao chewed the dried fruit in his mouth, and when he saw Zeng Fanyu also coming, his eyes began to roll.

"Oh! Fanyu is here! Sit down!" Zhang Gang didn't expect Wang Bao to invite Zeng Fanyu here, which made him a little surprised.

Zeng Fanyu was polite, sat down next to Huang Miao, and then chatted with a few people casually. After Mao Juxing began to get busy, he asked Zeng Fanyu for a while: "Teacher Zeng, what do you drink?"

"Just bring me a cup of tea. ”

"Okay, wait a minute, this pot of tea has been going on for a long time, I'll make you another pot." With that, he picked up the teapot and ran to the kitchen, ready to boil water.

In fact, there are tools for making tea and boiling water on the coffee table, but he is a little confused now, so he is a little overwhelmed.

"What's the situation?" Mao Juxing is the person brought out by Zhang Gang, and he also knew Wang Bao through him, and now he sees that this kid is obviously different from usual, and he is a little abnormal. That's why he asked Zeng Fanyu, because Mao Juxing was fine before he came, but after he came, he began to get sick.

"Hehe, Xiao Mao seems to be my fan, and when he sees me for the first time today, he may be a little excited. Zeng Fanyu pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Yes, this kid hasn't usually said it! I really don't know about this stubble, I said why something was wrong with him today, it turned out that he saw an idol. As soon as Zhang Gang heard Zeng Fanyu say this, he understood. Who hasn't been young, who hasn't had an idol? Just imagine, even if he suddenly sees his childhood idol now, he will be excited, and if he can't behave better, he is not as good as Xiao Mao.

"Okay, boy, you are much better than your master and me, there are fans everywhere you go, and today you actually met a star movie fan, awesome comrade brother!" Of course, Huang Miao would not be jealous of his students, but he was somewhat envious of him. It is said that he was also a little fresh meat of the male god back then, but because of the restrictions of the times, he did not have many fans, and they were all older. So now that he is out, it is difficult to meet fans of Mao Superstar's age, although he has improved a little through variety shows in the past two years, but he still can't compare to Zeng Fanyu.

"Hey, I'm not in a good time! If you make your debut a few years later, you will definitely be better than me, when you were young, who didn't know, that proper male god, is it Teacher Zhang?" Zeng Fanyu really admired his teacher, he had experienced the scenery of the master's youth, and knew how good the teacher would be.

"That's not what! Lao Huang back then, in today's words, he was also a male god! If you put it now, you are Xiao Xianrou, that movie fan, it is estimated that you can squeeze the film academy!" "What kind of person is Zhang Gang? Absolute human spirit! So he knows the elegance when he hears the strings, and Xiao Yan is very good, but what he said is also the truth, and it is not an exaggeration.

Huang Miao smiled and waved her hand when she heard this, although she looked proud, but she denied it: "No, no, I can't." How can I be a short general, unlike so many people who enter this industry now, I also caught up with luck. ”

Zhang Gang and Zeng Fanyu glanced at each other, and they both saw it in each other's eyes: "Teacher Huang, is this cheap and good?"

But if you see through it, the three of you continue to chat, and they all hold each other and talk about it, so the chat is very pleasant.

There is indeed another scene in the kitchen, Wang Bao has already stewed the stew, and now he is stir-frying. It's all prepared ingredients, and you can fry them directly in the pot, so Wang Bao's speed is very fast. When Mao Juxing came in, he should have fried three dishes.

"Brother Wang, can you boil water?" After Mao Juxing came in, he asked Wang Bao straightly, and Wang Bao was stunned.

"Of course the kitchen can boil water, but why do you want to boil water?" Wang Bao continued to stir-fry after seeing Mao Juxing, but his mouth was not idle.

"Isn't this Teacher Zeng here, I want to boil the kettle and make a pot of tea again. Mao Juxing raised the teapot in his hand and said to Wang Bao.

Wang Bao's hands and feet are neat, and he speaks with kung fu, so he takes this dish out of the pot. While putting the dishes on the plate, he said to Mao Juxing: "Are you stupid? You can boil water to make tea on the coffee table in the living room, and you actually run to the kitchen to boil water, are you crazy or am I crazy?"

After listening to Wang Bao, Mao Juxing also reflected. He's just a little blindsided, not really stupid.

"Do you think I don't know? I'm just coming to see how your food is doing, just to make an excuse. Mao Juxing found himself a step, and then quickly escaped from the kitchen.

"This kid, is he sick?"

Wang Bao shook his head and didn't care about this, but continued to stir-fry, sometimes taking care of the pot of stew.

Mao Juxing ran out of the kitchen with a red face, went to the living room hard, didn't look at the eyes of the other three people, lowered his head and took care of the things boiling water on the coffee table.

Huang Miao and the three of them glanced at each other, and they all held back a smile at the corner of their mouths, but no one really laughed out loud, otherwise they were afraid that Mao Juxing's face would not be able to hang up.

Mao Juxing ignored them completely, just stared at the kettle, as if there was some peerless martial arts on the kettle, he was studying it seriously.

The three of them really admire Mao Superstar's hand, it's really not something that ordinary people can learn, they are worthy of being nurses, they are really patient!

So the three of them stopped caring about the hair superstar, and began to chatter at will again. Mao Buyi felt that no one was staring at him anymore, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense shoulders slowly relaxed. When the water boiled, Mao Juxing skillfully made tea, and he also played with gongfu tea, and it was quite slippery to make tea and pour tea.

Mao Juxing waited for the three teachers to drink gongfu tea, and he himself became a tea master, not saying a word, only focusing on making tea.

After the three of them drank a stomach of tea and felt that they were all full, Wang Bao came out of the kitchen.

"Oh! A few teachers can't help it! I'm alone, I can't be busy, you are more forgiving!" After Wang Bao came out, he kept thanking several people, saying that he was not good at greeting them.

A few people would definitely not be really angry or anything, but Huang Miao still wanted to tease him, so he was angry and said: "Xiaobao, you kid doesn't take a few of us seriously, we came all the way, you just let us hang here, is it appropriate?"

"Hey, Mr. Huang, my fault, my fault, I'll accompany you for two more drinks in a while, don't you think it?" Wang Bao also knew that Huang Miao was not angry, but he still had to have an attitude in place, after all, he was not good at greeting.

"It's certain to drink, but what's the matter with you making this housewarming banquet coldly today? Don't make up reasons for me, I want to listen to the truth. It turned out that Huang Miao's ultimate goal was here, and he wanted to deceive Wang Bao into finding out the real reason for Wang Bao's move.

"Hey, what should I do, there's nothing I can't say. In this way, Mr. Huang, let's move to the dining room, I'll bring out all the dishes, and let's eat and chat. "Wang Bao came out because the dishes were all ready and ready to eat.

Several people got up and followed Wang Bao to the dining room to prepare for dinner.

In fact, it is a dining room, which is an open room connected to the kitchen, with a long table that can seat six people.

When everyone was seated, Wang Bao began to serve the food outside, and the others didn't look at it, waiting, they all got up to help serve the food, and took the dishes and chopsticks or something. And Mao Juxing ran back to the living room, opened the gift box he brought, and took out two bottles of good wine from it, both of which were 30-year-old state banquet Moutai.

"Wow! Xiao Mao can do it! This is a lot of money, I'm really willing!" Huang Miao knows how to drink the most, and when he saw the two bottles of wine that Mao Juxing took out, he was pleasantly surprised.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's all my old man's, I secretly took it out, I can afford it myself, and I can't buy these wines. It turns out that the old man of Mao Juxing's family, that is, his father, like his grandfather, is a lover of wine. Although the old man is not very fond of drinking, he loves to hide wine. Their family has a large cellar dedicated to storing wine, and there are thousands of bottles of all kinds in it, all of which are the old man's private wine collection.

It can be said that Mao Superstar's father has used all his private money for a lifetime to buy wine and collect. Kenneng used to pay a few cents, or a few dollars of wine, but now it is worth tens of thousands of yuan.

The big guy listened to Mao Superstar's explanation, and they all admired his old man, which is actually no different from collecting antiques.

In any case, everyone is blessed to be able to drink such good wine today.

Wang Bao made eight hot dishes, four cold dishes, and one soup today, which is very hearty.

"Thank you Mao Mao!" When pouring the wine, Wang Bao knew that the wine brought by Mao Juxing was so precious, and he was moved to return it, so he said thank you to him.

After everyone poured the wine, Wang Bao picked up the wine glass and said with great emotion: "Today's housewarming banquet, also known as the bottom of the burning pot, is the first meal I have when I move to this new home, thank you for coming, I will do it first as a respect!"

Speaking Wang Bao drank the golden wine in the cup in one gulp, and as soon as he took his mouth, a sweet taste of pure cotton went down the esophagus to the stomach, and this person felt warm.

"Good wine!"

Wang Bao shouted!

The others did not take a sip like Wang Bao, but tasted the wine carefully little by little.

Huang Miao also scolded Wang Bao: "Stick mallet! Spoil good things!"

After taking a sip of wine, he put down his glass and asked, "Can you talk now?"

Wang Bao also put down the wine glass, and said with emotion on his face: "This matter is long, listen to me slowly!"