Yan Cheng replied after a while.

"It's not too close, but she's fast."

The movements are also very accurate, and the eyes full of stories that look at him with open arms and low eyes seem to have been practiced thousands of times.

No, that's not a story, it should be called an accident.

After answering briefly, he picked up his chopsticks and flipped the chicken thighs that were about to be cooked.

The reporter followed his answer and asked Zhong Jiuyin: "Has Jiuyin practiced this skill?" Netizens say that you are very suitable for martial arts films and martial arts dramas, but we know that you are not from martial arts. ”

"I've practiced a little bit." Zhong Jiuyin said modestly.

She was still peeling peanuts, crushing the shell with a click, and with a casual pick of her fingertips, two peanuts fell into the bowl. Although the speed is also fast, the action does not look familiar, like a kitchen bastard.

The side dishes were almost ready, and a wicked reporter asked by name:

"You can tell at a glance who cooks at home a lot. Liang Zhi, do you think that if the five people present want to rank in terms of cooking skills and cooking frequency, who will be the first-to-last? ”

For Liang Zhi, this kind of problem that may offend people is simply killing him.

He didn't even know how to hold the knife, and he tried to push his glasses with that hand in mid-air, and the knife almost stuck to his face.

And the chicken leg bone foam sticking to the blade was still red, and when he saw it, he put it down in a panic, and his face was white and red.

"Actually, in fact, everyone is not bad, and if they all cook, they must be better than me, I ...... As for the penultimate one, the penultimate one should be..."

How can you see who is the weakest in this practice?!

He read the meaningless question as he swept over the others one by one, his eyes nervous and supplied.

Zhong Jiuyin pretended to be a public servant and threw a peanut into his mouth privately, and then said, "You want to say that I am, right?" It's okay, I'm still a little self-aware, isn't this Brother Yan Cheng sighed when he saw the shredded onion I cut, so he had to change the task of peeling peanuts to me. I really can't shirk the 'honor' of being the penultimate one. ”

Liang Zhi's expression was visibly relaxed, and after reacting, he wanted to say something to praise her: "You are actually okay......"

He saw the plate of unevenly thick onion shreds, and the words paused in halfway, and forced a turn: "... Maybe everyone is good at something different, don't think about it. ”

The host burst out laughing, and there was a loud sound in the microphone.

Yuan Yi controlled her mouth and worked hard, praising her: "Sister Yin, you peel peanuts well." ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "Yes, it's one. ”

Zhong Jiuyin smiled: "Beautiful Yuanyuan, you are really good at complimenting people." ”

Reporter: "So Zhong Jiuyin, you also admit that you don't often cook at home?" So when you didn't have a job or income, you didn't choose this money-saving lifestyle, is it because your family conditions are good? ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "It's quite economical not to cook, ten yuan a bag of bread plus milk and vegetables that can be eaten raw, you can eat it for three days, plus others, five hundred yuan can live for a month." ”

She spoke softly, but everyone looked at her in surprise.

Yan Cheng's flipping chopsticks were all docked on the edge of the pot, and he frowned quickly when he looked at her.

Ai Yuanyuan asked in disbelief: "So miserable?" ”

She shrugged indifferently, "It's okay." ”

Reporter: "Really only eat those things?" How long have you lived like this? ”

"Nothing else is in the mood to do it. It didn't take long, months. ”

The main reason is that the original owner can't stand it after eating for a long time, and he drools when he goes out and smells the snack street.

Then I came home and felt so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry.

Yuan Yi stopped talking, and asked cautiously: "Is it because there was no income during that time?" Don't know at home? ”

"Well, if you don't have money and want to save face, you can only live and suffer."

The difficulties and collapse of the original owner are just a text for others, and as a reader, her feelings are certainly not as profound as mine, and the narration is simple, relaxed and casual, and she is not choked by memories.

But the lighter the breeze, the more people make up for their brains, and everyone thinks that her indifferent attitude is actually a disguise and a cover-up.

The field was quiet for a while, and they all avoided this past that she didn't want to talk about, and the reporter's next question was just a follow-up to the question.

"After a few months of living like that, what happened? How did it improve? ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "Later, I tried to make other money, and then I got this job." ”

Speaking of which, the timing of her coming is quite good, at least she has a little money and can eat.

She lowered her head and continued to peel the last bit of peanuts, and the barrage in the live broadcast room doubled, floating quickly.

[Isn't it? Can it be so miserable? Isn't the entertainment industry known as a place where you can pick up money while walking, and at worst, you can get hundreds of thousands of dollars in a play? It's not a group performance, there's no need to pretend to be so miserable]

[No drama, big brother, didn't you hear if you were a network card? ] 】

[Exaggerated, five hundred yuan to eat some bread leaves? College students who don't have money can eat a vegetarian set meal for 600 yuan. It's not like that's how it sells]

[Can you not be a pie that you haven't seen in this world, there are still many people who eat noodles for half a month for ten yuan]

[After graduating, people think that you are digging for gold in a big city, and when you debut, you think that you are a head artist and earn 2 million a day, so if you say that 1.4 billion people will be able to complete the economic leap ahead of schedule when they debut? ] Please look at the world, don't just look at the heavens, okay]

[Although I'm embarrassed to say it as a fan, Zhong Jiuyin was well-known before this, and there was no such person, there was a fart job and a fart money]

[I'm really miserable, it's me I gave up a long time ago, how can my dream be as important as eating]

[Yuan Yi, my big dog, is cautious in his questions, and tilts his head to look at other people's faces]

[Liang Zhi is really too easy to blush, Zhong Jiuyin is helping Liang Zhi out of the siege, he is very good]

[Who knows if you take the opportunity to talk about this topic and sell miserably, don't all the people who want to be praised by the program team have to show the distressing past? ] Is there anything new in the entertainment industry, it's like this back and forth, it's boring]

[Zhong Jiuyin! Did you see that? Someone's rushing at you! You're really going to be on fire!! 】

[Very good, Zhong Jiuyin's fans have a good psychological quality hahahahaha]

The moving topic has just passed, Zhong Jiuyin took the peeled peanuts to Yan Cheng, patted the ashes on his hands like no one else, and said:

"Mission accomplished. Is there anything else that needs to be done? I can do it if I don't have technical content and can show my personal ability. ”

Yan Cheng came back to his senses, lit the induction cooker, turned off with a "drop", and then fished out the chicken and put a chicken leg in the bowl in front of her.

"Tear the chicken into strips."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Isn't it silk?" ”

Yan Cheng glanced at her: "Don't you have to be able to show your personal ability without technical content?" This is the first step, rough machining, and it just fits. ”

Zhong Jiuyin didn't expect that he could really arrange a task for her according to this casual request, so he could only scoop up the cuffs, wash his hands and reach for the chicken legs.

Before she touched the bowl, her wrist was gently lifted by Yan Cheng's index finger and her hand was removed.

The cold touch is fleeting.

"With gloves." He handed it to her.

"Okay." She picked up her gloves and scratched her wrists quietly.

The place where I was touched just now was a little itchy.