Ye Yiyi took Feng Qi's car, rushed to the set very early, and was busy in the kitchen.

Thinking of He Nanjin's injury, she deliberately adjusted the composition of the seafood porridge, replacing all the hair with fresh vegetables and vegetables, and at the same time adding pigeon meat that is conducive to wound healing to the broth of the porridge.

When the porridge was cooked, the fragrance could be smelled from afar, and many passing crew members swallowed their saliva.

When He Nanjin came to the set, Ye Yiyi had already prepared porridge and was waiting for her on the side.

Because of his extremely picky taste, He Nanjin hardly eats in the morning, at most drinks some nutritious juice and the like, and now seeing a bowl of steaming porridge in front of him is a rather new experience for him.

He leaned in and sniffed, his slender eyebrows raised, "Something changed in the porridge?" ”

Ye Yiyi nodded honestly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are quite seriously injured, and you can't eat seafood anymore." ”

He Nanjin was silent for a moment, scooped a small spoonful with a spoon into his mouth, tasted it carefully for a while, and then began to eat.

Ye Miao's heart was put back in her stomach.

Feng Qi had something to do today and was not on the set, so the person who followed He Nanjin became her.

After He Nanjin drank the porridge and came out of the rest room, he was about to do makeup and styling, and the two walked one after the other, attracting a lot of curious eyes on the set.

After all, even if He Nanjin is without makeup, even if he dresses casually, his facial features also have his own beautification function, and his cold aura is so powerful that he is invincible, and it is difficult not to be noticed.

And in his entourage of men, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl suddenly appeared, which inevitably made people have some conjectures.

"Mr. He, I came early today." Wang Xuhui had already changed his outfit, and when he came out of the dressing room, he saw He Nanjin and the little girl behind him, and couldn't help but quip: "Yo, the royal little chef is also there, and the craftsmanship is very good, or Mr. He can use people." ”

Wang Xuhui said enthusiastically, but He Nanjin was expressionless and didn't say a word, which made Wang Xuhui feel embarrassed, so he laughed twice and left quickly.

He Nanjin saw that he was walking away, so he turned his head and said seemingly casually: "Has he tasted your craft?" ”

Ye Yiyi knew from Wang Xuhui's mouth that the big thing was not good, she looked at He Nanjin's straight nose from the side, and quickly shook her head, "I don't know him, how can I invite him to taste it?" ”

He Nanjin looked at her bright eyes and sincere expression, curled the corners of her lips, and said slowly: "But he not only knows you, but also knows your identity." In this way, you are quite famous. ”

Of course, Ye Yiyi heard the sarcasm in his words, but she was just a maid by his side now, and these inconsequential things should still be endured.

Who let Feng Qi really give the porridge she cooked to others to taste.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but bite the socket of her back teeth.

He Nanjin had a separate dressing room, and before they could reach the door, someone inside had already greeted him and led him in.

Ye Yiyi saw that He Nanjin's own stylist was also there, and another assistant followed.

She didn't follow up.

She knows her position, obviously taking care of the three meals, and secretly changing the dressing for He Nanjin, cleaning the wound, and preventing his injury from expanding and affecting the filming progress.

Although Feng Qi said that she would handle the leave for her, she was not at ease, so she still sent He Yichen a WeChat message asking for leave.

After posting WeChat, she sat on the bench outside the makeup area and watched the actors come and go.