I really don't want to be famous anymore

Chapter 141 The Man Who Can Cook
He knew that Qian Shuixian said this sentence unintentionally, but he guessed too accurately, right?

He said without hesitation that he was a time traveler, and those who didn't know thought you also had a cheat!
Fortunately, Ji Xian was steady and didn't mess up his senses, otherwise the two of them would have seen the clues, even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to clear it up. It can only be said that Qian Shuixian is very accurate at seeing people, and he has mastered the method of seeing through with a glance.

"That's right, brother Xian is a time traveler, and he will work hard to make movies to make money? Will the money come from the sky by itself?"

Qian Shui sat up idly, smiling broadly. He read novels on the Internet, most of which were cool novels, mostly urban gods and the like, so his subjective thinking was more biased towards this aspect.

Ji Xian tidied up the wrinkled clothes, fastened the waistband of his slacks, and said, "Come on, you, you've been thinking wildly every day, it's a pity that you don't want to write novels with your wild and unconstrained imagination, the end novel network needs you."

Qian Shuixian's expression was moved, and he half-believingly asked: "Really?"

He thinks that his imagination is really good, as long as he dares to think, there will be no picture that he can't think of.

"Really, you are the next Platinum God, with a monthly income of tens of millions."

Ji Xian said this and walked out of the room, Qian Shuixian squinted his eyes and thought, Deng Yuan next to him couldn't help laughing, wanted to laugh but still held back.

He patted Qian Shuixian, and said: "Don't tell me you take it seriously, you also believe what he said? Nine of the ten sentences are false, and one sentence is half true. Be sober, brother."

Not wanting to see honest people being deceived and going astray, he relented and told Qian Shuixian the truth. Ji Xian couldn't believe what he said.

"No, I'm not thinking about it." Qian Shui said leisurely.

Deng Yuan pinched his nose and said, "Then what are you thinking?"

Qian Shuixian said seriously: "I was wondering why Brother Xian's novels are so popular?"

Deng Yuan was speechless and left straight away.

What the hell, don't you think this question means that you have the idea of ​​writing a novel yourself?You still say no, not a hammer.

Writing fiction is a dead end, don't ask me how I know, I've tried before.

Qian Shuixian raised his hand: "Hey"

Why did you just leave, I haven't finished speaking, can't you wait for me to finish before leaving?
He let out a long sigh, and followed out of the room, when Ji Xian's voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Remember to close the door for me."

"understood."

Qian Shuixian closed the door, and when he went downstairs, he didn't see Ji Xian's figure, and Deng Yuan sat on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

"Where's Brother Xian?" He asked suspiciously.

"The kitchen makes breakfast."

Deng Yuan looked up at the kitchen, his eyes flashed a little puzzled, that guy actually knows how to cook, he really hides his secrets.

When he and Ji Xian were working in Jinxiu Weiyang, Ji Xian never showed off his cooking skills, and the two of them always ate in the staff canteen of the residential property.

When Qian Shui heard the words, his reaction was bigger than Deng Yuan's, his eyes were round, like a copper bell, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Brother Xian can cook?!"

His voice was high-pitched, a little harsh, and he ran to the kitchen without saying much.

In the kitchen, the heat was rising, water was boiling in the pot, Ji Xian was chopping vegetables, and the rice cooker's indicator light was on, cooking rice.

Seeing this, Qian Shuixian was inexplicably shocked, and cautiously came to Ji Xian's side, lowered his head to look at the cutting board, on which were placed small pieces of tomatoes that had already been cut, and Ji Xian was busy cutting meat.

"When did you learn to cook?"

He lowered his voice very low, for fear that the voice would be too loud to affect the youth.

Ji Xian concentrated all his attention, waved his hands rhythmically, and said without raising his head: "It's an early meeting, why, don't you know how to cook?"

He hit the nail on the head, Qian Shui stopped talking, and his face was not very good-looking.

He really can't cook.

Except for a simple egg fried rice, he basically doesn't know how to cook other dishes. Even if he cooks it, it's not for people to eat.

Having said that, egg fried rice is actually not very good. I still remember that the first time I scrambled egg fried rice, the eggs were all fried, and I felt so ecstatic after eating it that I almost died on the spot.

Ji Xian didn't ask further, and said impatiently: "Don't be stuck here if you have nothing to do, the kitchen is not very big, it takes up space."

"Oh."

With complicated eyes, Qian Shuixian exited the kitchen and looked back twice before leaving.

A man who can cook is unusual, no wonder so many people like it.

Half an hour later, Ji Xian walked into the living room with the dishes, three dishes and one soup, scrambled egg with tomato, shredded pork with green pepper, fried shredded potato and pork rib soup.

Qian Shuixian and Deng Yuan swallowed their saliva, it looked delicious.

"Why are you standing there? Go wash your hands and eat."

Ji Xian untied the cloth around his waist, and said again: "Old Deng, by the way, go get a spoon to hold the soup."

"OK, let's go."

The two hurried to wash their hands. They didn't have breakfast, and they woke up at ten o'clock, starving.

After a while, the two came back, and after sitting down, they ate voraciously, like starving ghosts. They haven't eaten a full meal for hundreds of years.
Ji Xian watched quietly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

The two stopped their chopsticks and looked at each other.

Who said no one will snatch it, isn't this the one opposite me?
"I took a look at the Kings yesterday. The Winter Champions Cup will start in two days. How is your team's training going?"

Deng Yuan chewed his mouth full of food, and spoke vaguely, not quite clearly.

Ji Xian didn't eat first, he filled a bowl of pork rib soup with a spoon, took a sip, his stomach was warm, and he was indescribably comfortable.

This is the right way to live in winter.

"It's okay, you'll find out after the game, don't worry, I won't let you down." He smiled.

Qian Shuixian concentrated on eating, he was a cook, no matter what happened, even if the sky fell, he had to fill his stomach first.

Afraid that he would choke, Ji Xian took the initiative to pour him a glass of water, "Brother, do you pay attention to your food? You are an actor now, it's not good to be seen by outsiders, it will damage your image."

"Image? That thing can't be eaten, and it can't keep you full. What's the use of it?"

Qian Shuixian took a large piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. His mouth was full of oil, and his expression was particularly contented.

He gave Ji Xian a thumbs up, and praised: "Brother Xian, you are really good at cooking, teach me when you have time, I also want to learn how to cook."

This is not a joke, he is serious, he is an adult and a man, he will be laughed at if he can't cook.

Secondly, he also wants to be an attractive man like Ji Xian.

Deng Yuan swallowed the food, and sneered mercilessly: "Come on, you, if you teach you how to cook, you still have to blow up the kitchen. If you can't learn it, just accept the reality."

Deng Yuan chose to ignore it, he had to learn how to cook.

(End of this chapter)