In the afternoon, return to the rental house.

Zhang Yang received an email.

"Thank you for your submission, your manuscript was not approved. ”

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched, and the whole person was not good.

What does this mean? Three publishing houses have rejected manuscripts in a row, do you have such a bad vision?

Zhang Yang put his hand on his forehead, and said in his heart What is this, what did he think would come naturally, but it turned into a wave of twists and turns. Is it really not suitable for this world, or is it because the publishers have a bad vision?

He thought about it carefully, and finally felt that it was a problem from the publishing house.

He won't admit that there is a problem with "Zhu Xian"!

He remembered that he had voted for six publishing houses at that time, and now he has received three, and the remaining three are estimated to be in suspense.

He was a little depressed and a little speechless.

Forget it, let's put this in advance, aren't there three more? Maybe these three are rushing to get something?

Let's think about the show first.

What's the show?

He already had a prototype in his heart.

You don't have to think about a big show like The Voice. Not to mention the lack of money and time, he asked himself that he didn't have the ability to operate such a show now, and the only thing he could do now was some relatively simple programs.

How easy is it? It's better to be able to play it alone. In this way, the focus of the whole show will be on him......

He touched the ring, and a transparent screen appeared in front of him.

He searched slowly.

He already has an idea about the show, and now he is looking for materials.

It is said that men are the most attractive when they are serious, Zhang Yang deeply agrees with this, and he finds that when he is serious, he is not only the most attractive, but also the fastest time.

If you don't pay attention, it's past eight o'clock in the evening.

He actually watched it seriously for five or six hours.

He himself thought it was a little incredible.

When did I get so serious? I don't even know if it's been five or six hours?

You see, this person is not unable to be serious, but he has not found a motivation that can make you serious. As long as you have this motivation, you will be serious unconsciously.

Zhang Yang has now found the motivation to make him serious, and the afternoon is not without gain.

From his point of view, the most suitable program for him now seems to be the talk show of the earth.

No team, no guests, no too particular stage, no too professional knowledge.

One person, one mouth, can be done.

But what does it take to attract people? Zhang Yang fell into deep thought.

Although the similarity between this world and the earth is very high, there are still some differences after all, and these differences happen to be in the entertainment and cultural circle, and many things on the earth cannot be copied, you have to think about it.

He searched the Internet and found that there is no talk show in this world, that is, is his show a precedent? He was the first to eat crabs?

The penguin in the lower right corner jumped up, and Su Qingyan sent a message.

"What did you say to Mr. Zuo today?"

Zhang Yang replied: "I didn't say anything." ”

"She didn't say anything, why did she come to thank me when she got off work? and said that I had done the company a great favor and wanted to give me a credit. ”

"I just said in passing, I met with her today because you tried your best to persuade her. ”

Su Qingyan was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and suddenly quieted down. After a while, a faint smile curled into the corner of her mouth and she replied, "Thank you." ”

"Yes, by the way, tomorrow Saturday, you won't go to work, right?"

"No. ”

"Then I'll invite you to dinner tomorrow?"

"Didn't you say you'd cook for yourself?"

"Okay, then I'll go grocery shopping, what do you want to eat?"

"You really know how to do it?"

"Just order, there's no dish I won't have. ”

“…… I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow, and you can just come over and fry it. ”

"What kind of thing is this, I said that I would invite you to dinner. ”

"I'll pay you for it, what's not to do? I've done you a small favor, aren't you also talking to Mr. Zuo? Besides, do you know where the vegetable market is? That's it, bye-bye. Without waiting for Zhang Yang to reply, Su Qingyan went offline directly.

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

"You're leaving?"

Zhang Yang was stunned.

How can you get her to go grocery shopping?

No way!

Absolutely not!

I have to get up early tomorrow, and I have to get ahead of her to buy groceries, otherwise how embarrassing is it?

Well, that's it.

Suddenly, he saw the number 2 on the small envelope icon in the penguin mailbox.

Click on it and take a look, it is the reply given by the two publishing houses in the afternoon.

"The plot is bland and unpassed. ”

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and almost scolded.

Rejected again?

Well, the next one.

He clicked calmly.

The expected refusal did not appear, and what appeared in front of him was a line of small words, and the tone was very polite and polite.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Xu from the Literary Publishing House. How many words have you written? Do you have an outline? Is it convenient to send me the following content? If it is convenient, please give me your contact information. ”

Zhang Yang's eyes lit up and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Do you see it? Do you see it? There are still people with vision!

I knew how could such a good book not be published?

He immediately replied to an email.

"This is the next 50,000 words, you take a look at it first, there is only one simple outline on my side, you take a look at it first. ”

I added my mobile phone number to the back and sent the mailbox, and my mood instantly became beautiful.

……

The next day.

Maybe it's because I was in a beautiful mood yesterday, and when I woke up, it was already half past ten.

stared blankly at the time for half a minute, and finally knocked on the opposite door tremblingly.

Half a minute later, Su Qingyan, dressed in casual clothes, appeared in front of him: "Get up? I'm waiting for you." ”

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and he pretended to be calm: "What kind of dishes did you buy?"

"It's all dishes that I want to eat but don't want to make. Su Qingyan glanced at him, "I don't know if you will do it." ”

Zhang Yang boasted: "Hey, I know a lot of dishes, I'll see what they are first." ”

"This way. Su Qingyan took him into the kitchen and pointed to a few plastic bags next to him.

"I'll see. Zhang Yang leaned over, "Yo, there are fish and meat." ”

"That grass carp is for whole fish, will you?"

"Oh, are you still alive?"

"The fish business is too busy to be busy, so I don't bother to wait, so I'll just bring it back." ”

“……”

"Pork ribs are not for soup, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, are you level?"

“……”

"And these yuba, I'm going to eat fried ones. ”

“……”

"This pork belly is used to make back to the pot. ”

“……”

"And there's a kelp soup at the end. Listening to the lack of movement behind him, Su Qingyan turned his head and looked at Zhang Yang, who was stunned: "You can't do it, right?"

Zhang Yang was excited, and the sluggishness in his eyes instantly retreated, and he swore solemnly: "How can it, these dishes are too simple." You go out first, close the door by the way, and don't let the fumes escape to the living room. ”

Su Qingyan obviously didn't believe it: "Can it really work?" I sue you, my mouth is very picky, if you don't make it delicious, I won't eat it." ”

"Don't worry, just wait and eat. Zhang Yang invited her out, closed the door under the guise of a lot of smoke, and looked at the table of dishes with an unnatural expression.

At this time, he really wanted to give himself two slaps.

Let you brag!

Makes you sleep so late!

Don't let you go grocery shopping!

Let you die to save face!

Now it's okay, it's up to you how you end.

You can barely do it, when have you ever killed a fish?

Sweet and sour pork ribs? Hehehe, what's that?

Is it fried and fried again?

Fried yuba? That seems to be barely?

Zhang Yang had a headache.

He knows how to cook, but there are only a few dishes he can cook, and how can he do such a high-tech dish as sweet and sour pork ribs? He has never even eaten this kind of dish.

What to do?

He thought about it for half a minute, his eyes lit up, and he took out his phone and opened the browser to type in a few words.

How to make sweet and sour pork ribs.

Whether sweet and sour pork ribs are sweet or sour.

How to kill fish.

Return to the recipe of the meat.

Ten minutes later, the sound of ping-pong sounded in the kitchen, and it really sounded like that.

I don't know if it's because the bowl of noodles that Zhang Yang cooked the night before yesterday tasted good, Su Qingyan seemed to be quite relieved of him, and browsed the web by himself, without looking at the kitchen.

It didn't take long for the sound of the pot coming out again, but Zhang Yang never came out.

It wasn't until almost twelve o'clock that the kitchen door finally opened, and Zhang Yang walked out with a pot of vegetables in one hand, his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "It's time to eat." ”

"It's all right?" Su Qingyan walked to the side and brought the meal.

"There's also a soup, can you taste it first?" Zhang Yang was a little vain when he said this.

Braised whole fish, back to the pot meat, sweet and sour pork ribs, fried yuba with green peppers, I don't know how it tastes, but it looks good.

Su Qingyan was not polite, tasted the pork ribs, did not speak, and tasted the whole fish, back to the pot meat and yuba, and then put down the chopsticks.

Zhang Yang's whole heart hung and asked carefully, "Taste...... How?"

Su Qing stopped talking.

"Yes, I see. Zhang Yang turned around and went back to the kitchen to bring the soup.

Su Qingyan finally couldn't hold back: "Sweet and sour pork ribs, you won't put all my sugar, right?"

"Is it sweet? I don't taste good. Zhang Yang was a little embarrassed.

Su Qingyan glanced at him: "Let's eat, except for the pork ribs, the other three dishes taste good." ”