Chapter 12:

Yu Qinghuan turned Zhao Qingyuan's Weibo and replied with an ellipsis. Thanks to Zhao Qingyuan, Yu Qinghuan’s blank Weibo number has already had hundreds of thousands of fans. As soon as this Weibo came out, he received many enthusiastic messages from the people who were eating melons.
"Oh, finally Weibo! Although there is only one ellipsis."
"Ha ha ha ha ha haha ​​happy and calm, Da Yuan Ge has been mad at the foot."
"Good man, your success has caught my attention."
"I want to know who this Qinghuan is."
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When the netizens talked about it, the bloggers who had sent photos of Yu Qinghuan suddenly made a microblog.
San San Niang's sailor suit: Ah, this Yu Qinghuan name is exactly the same as the little brother! The style is also very similar to that of the younger brother. I am referring to it, is it...
Just a few days ago, I had a hot search. This blogger is currently the hottest time. When this Weibo came out, it immediately caused a sensation.
"So, this Yu Qinghuan is the little brother of Huada's uniform?"
"Heaven! I didn't even recognize my husband! Hurry and pay attention!"
"My husband is so good to see why it is so low-key!! Get your own photo when the avatar is not good? What a ghost is a blank picture!"
"Ah!! I am a fan of Obuchi! But now I am so jealous of him, I also want Qinghua to set up an automatic reply for me!"
"Wake upstairs, it's already night, not suitable for daydreaming!"
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Because of this Weibo, the people who eat melons confirmed the identity of Yu Qinghuan. Then there were a lot of Yu Qinghuan's alumni, who bursted out his grades and prizes at school, and suddenly caused a sound of lying.
In the top ranked Huada in the country, the results of the four-year finals are the first, and the national scholarships are taken for the second time. Not only that, but the trophies that participate in other competitions can also kill people. This is not a human!
The people who eat melons have an unprecedented interest in Yu Qinghuan. In just one afternoon, his Weibo fans have risen to one million, comparable to a small net.
Yu Qinghuan was shocked, and he clearly left his own person in the most boring direction, and did not put any photos, how can so many people pay attention to him! It’s not scientific!
Depressed throwing the phone, he now only hopes that these people are just curious about him, and will cancel the attention in a few days.
An eager vibration sound interrupted his thoughts. Yu Qinghuan picked up his mobile phone and saw Zhao Qingyuan. He guessed how long he could not stand.
"Yu Qinghuan!" At the end of the phone, Zhao Qingyuan growled angrily. "You finally answered me!"
"Don't you just give me a fight?" Yu Qinghuan calmly returned a sentence and opened the TV. The screen was exactly the interview of Zhao Qingyuan.
Among the fans who are excited and screaming, Zhao Qingyuan’s faceless expression is particularly conspicuous. I don’t know, I really think that he is this cold sex.
"That doesn't matter!" Zhao Qingyuan was stunned by him, and he screamed: "Why are you playing me!" Say it together, gossip together! What good friends are deceptive!
Yu Qinghuan was silent, and immediately said: "I didn't expect you to find it for so long." The other party has been returning the same content, and even the punctuation marks are not bad. Isn't the normal person reacting immediately after talking a few words? ?
In the end, Zhao Qingyuan is stupid, and can talk to the automatic reply for an afternoon!
Zhao Qingyuan: "..."
He knew that Qing Huan was abandoning him! Changed the pattern, he stupid, thinking that he could not hear it!
However, he did not dare to bicker with Yu Qinghuan, but he was awkward and rogue. "It is your fault anyway, or how can I be shame on Weibo! My fans also said that I have collapsed! You have to apologize to me. !"
Yu Qinghuan "..."
Yu Qinghuan: "If you don't send screenshots to Weibo, how can people set up?"
Zhao Qingyuan: "!!!"
It seems like this is the case... No! The focus now is not this! But Qing Huan wants to apologize to him!
"The source of this thing is you!"
"Well, then how do you apologize, please eat?" For Zhao Qingyuan, who is only five years old, Yu Qinghuan does not intend to continue to entangle with him.
"There are more people who want to invite me to dinner." Zhao Qingyuan snorted and his eyes turned and thought of an idea. "You have to be sincere in your own hands."
As a standard rich second generation, in Zhao Qingyuan's impression, there are very few people in the world who cook, and he does not believe that Yu Qinghuan can't help.
"Yes." I did not expect that Yu Qinghuan did not hesitate to agree. Instead, Zhao Qingyuan stunned. "I can tell you that you can't buy it from outside, and you can't let others help. You have to do it yourself."
"I know." Yu Qinghuan opened the little sun, and when he went over, he warmed his hand and asked: "What do you like to eat? Can you roast the ribs?" Yu Qinghuan's two biggest hobbies are cooking.
Xu is the early morning of his parents. Although the villagers gave him the greatest care, he still has no sense of security. Only staying in the kitchen, watching the empty refrigerator filled with himself, and using these ingredients to make one after another food, will make him feel at ease.
He is very talented in cooking, but unfortunately he didn't make any friends in his life. He didn't eat too much to keep his body. A good cooking skill was so wasted.
To be honest, Zhao Qingyuan’s request actually made him very happy. After all, what he made, someone can expect and someone to taste, is a very happy thing.
"Too, too." Zhao Qingyuan snorted and swallowed a large saliva. In order to shoot "Life and Death," he had already dieted and lost weight for a month. Don't say that it smells meat. Now he hears the word meat. To drool!
"Then we will see the scene of tomorrow." Yu Qinghuan said, he had to hang up the phone, but Zhao Qingyuan hurriedly stopped. "Wait! What time are you going? I will pick you up at the door."
Pick him up? I am afraid it is a rib. Yu Qinghuan did not poke him, and replied: "About eight o'clock."
"Oh, then we will see you tomorrow."
As early as a few days ago, Yu Qinghuan was filled up in the refrigerator. At this time, there is no need to go out and buy ingredients. After the first time of re-birth, Yu Qinghuan’s mood is faint and excitement.
Cut the top ribs into the same size cubes, marinate them with seasonings, place them on the baking tray and bake them in the oven. Then use honey, lemon juice, soy sauce and cooking wine to make a barbecue sauce. When the ribs in the oven are sizzling, brush a layer of sauce on it and turn it over to continue baking.
In the small but neat kitchen, the oven emits warm and warm light, which is especially warm on the beautiful face of Yu Qing Huan Qing.
He opened the oven. For a moment, the unique aroma of the barbecue suddenly spread out in the kitchen. The ribs were just baked, full and juicy, and the color was rosy. Just looking at it, you could evoke the saliva.
The only imperfection is that it is doing too much.
However, there are so many people in the crew, and no one can give it except Zhao Qingyuan. It seems that this amount is also ok.
Yu Qinghuan found an insulated lunch box, put the ribs neatly in and out, and took the film to the studio the next morning.
Yu Xin didn't come back in Taoxiang. It is estimated that the conditions have not been settled. Therefore, when Yu Qinghuan entered the group, there was only one person. Compared with other actors, he was like a poor man who had misunderstood the rich. It looks very miserable.
Zhao Qingyuan, who was at the door early in the morning, saw Yu Qinghuan at a glance. Somehow, I wanted to ask the ribs for the first time. When I got to the mouth, it became, "How do you feel about yourself?" What about the broker? Good is your first show, why didn't you come to you?"
It won't be bullied in the company.
At the thought of this possibility, Zhao Qingyuan’s eyes were immediately unwell.
Seeing the thoughts in his heart, Yu Qinghuan was warm in his heart, handing him the insulated lunch box and entering the door with him. "My agent is going to help me, and I have been outside these days."
"I said, how can you mix so badly." Zhao Qingyuan smiled and took Yu Qinghuan's shoulder and accelerated his pace. "Walk away, I made a microwave oven yesterday."
Yu Qinghuan took a sip of the mouth, in order to eat a grilled ribs, but also specially bought a microwave oven, it really is a rich second generation.
It was the coldest time of the year. Although the dishes in the lunch box were not frozen, the amount of Yu Qinghuan was too much, and the heat was not enough. It was specially adjusted to eight minutes. Zhao Qingyuan is an acute child. When he was hot for five minutes, he couldn't wait any longer. He opened the microwave oven directly and endured the hot ribs.
A thick scent instantly rushed to the surface, and Zhao Qingyuan swallowed his mouth, and the were placed in the mouth with a rib.
The fresh fragrance that belongs to the barbecue alone bursts on the tip of the tongue, and then spreads to the entire mouth. Zhao Qingyuan is hot and straight, but still can't bear to spit out the things in his mouth. If he hasn't finished eating, he will reach for the second piece. I still don’t forget to sing the singer’s thumbs up,
Oh... too, it’s so delicious!

"What smells so fragrant?" Suddenly there was a rough voice behind him. Liu Jiaan walked over his nose and saw the lunch box in Zhao Qingyuan's hand. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Where is the grilled ribs? Fast! Bring it to me!"
Their crew is in a remote location, not to mention the hotel, and there are no birds nearby! Liu Jia'an’s already hungry trousers were tight. At this time, when he saw the meat, he still had to take care of it. After a few steps, he took the lunch box.
Zhao Qingyuan’s distressed eyes are red.
This is what Qing Huan has done for me!

"Take you stingy, want to eat and let Qing Huan do it for you." Liu Jiaan flashed, escaped Zhao Qingyuan's hand, and stuffed two ribs into his mouth.
"Enough is enough!" Zhao Qingyuan was pumping, and was trying to get his ration back. A large group of people ran wildly with their eyes.
"What did Lao Liu eat? Fast! Give me a little!"
"Meat! Meat! Hurry, Lao Liu can't eat alone!"
"This is too fragrant! I asked for it through the distance! Give me a piece!"
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Counselor, screenwriter, producer... A group of hungry wolves swarmed up, and when Zhao Qingyuan returned to God, the lunch box was empty.
Looking at the empty lunch box, Zhao Qingyuan's gaze swept through these robbed people, and everyone was seen by him. This reflected that he was grabbing the things of the Emperor.
Had a haha, sprinting far away, leaving Zhao Qingyuan mournful against the empty lunch box, full of air.
Looking at his grievances, Yu Qinghuan was soft and suddenly wanted to go up and tell him that he could do it for him next time, but his wrist was suddenly caught. He looked back and looked at him with a beard. The old man, like a wolf, stared at him like a meat. "You are Yu Qinghuan? You will give me two more meals. Will I write a special script for you?"
It is the gold medal writer Zeng Peirong who is the hardest in the legend, the most eccentric in his temper, and who is not willing to write a special script for the star no matter how much money he gives!
Yu Qinghuan: "..."
Two meals can change the script that Zeng Pei-rong personally fought? He must be dreaming!