I’m Really a Superstar

The rain stopped outside.

The food at home smells delicious.

"It's time to eat."

"Hey, thank you for your hard work, Xiao Cao."

"Yes, I have disturbed you today."

"It's okay. Come here, I'm happy before it's too late. Sit down quickly."

"Hey, so many dishes? It smells delicious."

"Lao Zhang, would you like a drink?"

"Just drink something. There is wine at home, from Yuye."

"Yuye is a good wine, and it's expensive."

"Xiaoye brought it back and was given by others."

The Yuye brand is a famous wine in this world, a strong-flavor type.

In the living room, two tables were set up, and then they barely allowed so many people to sit down. Zhang Ye also came out, and did not sit inside. Instead, he stayed close to the door of his room and moved a chair. After sitting on the outside, others thought Zhang Ye was being polite and kept praising him.

During the dinner, Zhang Ye was busy and kept adding more dishes to everyone, "Here, Aunt Cui, eat some of this. Aunt Yu, please try this dish. The fish-flavored shredded pork made by my mother is excellent. Xiao Yan, you can also You don't have to be polite when you eat, we are all members of your own family, why are you out here, try this dish."

Aunt Cui quickly said: "Xiaoye, you can eat too."

"Yeah, don't worry about us." Aunt Yu said with a smile.

Xiao Yan was flattered and hurriedly ate the dishes that Zhang Ye brought over, "Thank you, Brother Zhang Ye."

Zhang Ye gave him another piece of food, "Thank you for nothing. Come on, there is this dish."

Uncle Sun nodded and said, "Look at our Xiaoye, he is really sensible."

As soon as the table was set, Zhang Ye was seen arranging the table alone. After looking at this and that, in the blink of an eye, all the three dishes closest to him were taken away by him, and they were all put into other people's bowls. Zhang Ye immediately removed the empty plates. , brought over several plates full of vegetables and continued to serve them to everyone.

Not to be polite.

This guy mainly wants them to eat quickly so they can go home.

Thanks to Zhang Ye's efforts, the results were remarkable. It only took more than half an hour for a big dinner for more than a dozen people, and the plates on the table were empty.

"I'm full, I'm full."

"Delicious."

"I can't eat anymore either."

Everyone put down their chopsticks.

Mom stood up and said, "I'm going to make some tea."

Uncle Sun said politely: "Goodbye, Xiao Cao. I won't drink anymore. This has disturbed you all morning. It's time for us to go back. I have to take a nap when I get home."

Someone spoke, and others naturally left one after another.

"Yes, you should rest."

"We'll come over for a visit another day."

"Yes, I'm going back too."

"Xiao Ye, come to our house to play when you have time."

Zhang Ye was happy and stood up to see him off, "I'll definitely do it."

Mom said: "Sit down for a while, why are you so anxious just after eating? I just planted two pots of flowers a while ago, and I asked you to take a look."

Aunt Yu chuckled, "The one in your bedroom, right? I saw it, it's really nice. It feels different to have a green plant at home. I also said I would buy a pot one day.

The mother smiled and said: "What are you buying? You don't have to buy it. By the way, my son has a pot of Clivia in his house. He has always thought that the flowers attract small flying insects and is not willing to raise them. You can take the Clivia away."

ah?

Clivia?

Zhang Ye's sweat pores exploded. This is the first time today that he feels like he's about to faint. Are you going to be so deceitful?

Aunt Yu was embarrassed, "Is it appropriate?"

"It's suitable, Xiaoye, bring it to your Aunt Yu." Mom urged.

What should I take? I will take it. Zhang Ye said hurriedly: "Clivia can't do it."

My mother glared, "Why not? Don't you like raising me?"

Zhang Ye explained, "The flowers in my pot are not good, and the leaves are not beautiful. If you want to give it to Aunt Yu, just give me a good pot. The pot you just planted is good."

The guy said to himself.

Aunt Yu, it’s not that I won’t give it to you, I’m afraid of infuriating you.

Mom immediately said: "Yes, yes, take my pot. My pot is good for breeding. Come on, I will get it for you."

Aunt Yu said: "It doesn't have to be too good, and I don't know how to raise it. Just Clivia will do."

Zhang Ye said quickly: "Bye bye, Clivia is not easy to raise."

A few minutes later.

The neighbors left one after another, and the dog was also taken away by Uncle Sun.

My mother felt very refreshed and said, "Hey, we had a great time chatting today."

"I always hear you bragging." Dad criticized: "Look at your impetuous look. If the child has some achievements, it is the child's own ability. As for you, your tail is raised to the sky?"

My mother didn't like to hear it, "That's what I cultivated. My son has become capable. Am I happy? Can't I brag a little bit?"

Dad said: "Be low-key."

Mom hummed, "I've been keeping a low profile for almost fifty years."

"Wash the dishes, phew, I drank a little too much, I'll lie down for a while." Dad took a sip of tea and strolled back to the bedroom leisurely.

My mother followed me and shouted: "You are a low-key person. You are also low-key when you are washing dishes and doing work. I have never seen you arrogant once."

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Ye immediately patted his chest and said, "Mom, I'll do it."

The mother turned to smile and said: "My son is better, haha, I don't need you."

"No, I'll wash the dishes. You can take a nap with my dad. You've been tired all day. I'll take care of the work today." After saying that, Zhang Ye started to clear the table and pick up the plates.

The mother felt sorry for her son and came to grab him, "Don't move."

Zhang Ye didn't listen and said, "Just let me show off for once and leave it alone."

"Your task now is to find a job. This is the big deal." My mother was also very depressed and kept thinking about this matter. It is said that a star of his own son's level is looking for a job? It's a joke to use the word "search". There are a lot of people vying for it. Either there are constant film appointments or non-stop shows. It is impossible to have a headache due to lack of work. But what about his own son? There is no agency, no agency, no workplace, no job, no job, no job, no job. The key point is that no one dares to hire him. This is a third-tier star who is almost second-tier popular. This situation is probably unique in the entire entertainment industry. One serving

Very weird

Zhang Ye pushed his mother back to the house, "Don't worry, I've been searching around for the past few days to see which TV stations are still short of hosts or have new programs."

"Hurry up."

"I know."

"Okay, then I'll lie down for a while."

Mom also returned to the house.

Zhang Ye closed the door for her, let out a long breath, pretended to clear the table, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes absentmindedly. In fact, he was waiting for his parents to fall asleep. When he felt that it was almost done, Zhang Ye Ye then turned around and returned to his bedroom.

Lao Zhang is still sleeping on the bed.

"Sister Zhang, wake up." Zhang Ye called her in a low voice.

Zhang Yuanqi was woken up and said unkindly: "What?"

"Everyone has left, and my parents have gone to bed," Zhang Ye said.

Lao Zhang hummed, rubbed his eyes slowly, sat up, got out of bed and walked towards the package she brought, unzipping it and looking for clothes. When she bent over, a pair of beautiful snow-white legs loomed under the yukata, which was extremely tempting. Lao Zhang's figure is the most standard among the people Zhang Ye has ever seen. She is so standard that it can be described as perfect. Her breasts, legs, hips, length, etc., as long as the data can be marked, she is all "standard." "matching", for example, breasts, you want to say they are as big as Lao Wu? None, but they are just right big. Speaking of legs, would you say they are as long as Dong Shanshan? No, but the lengths fit perfectly, as if they were made with calipers according to perfect standards.

beautiful

Never tire of watching

Zhang Ye avoided suspicion and left the house.

About five minutes later, the bedroom door opened. Zhang Yuanqi changed into Yu Jing's clothes, walked out with light steps, and glanced around the living room.

Zhang Ye made a shushing gesture and pointed at the door.

Zhang Yuanqi nodded and walked out with him.

step.

Three steps.

Five steps.

finally reached.

Zhang Ye's heart was in his throat. When he saw that he had already reached the door, he breathed a sigh of relief. The entrance was separated by a wall. Even if his parents suddenly came out, they were not afraid of being seen, so Zhang Ye opened the door and turned around and said, "Have you rested?"

Lao Zhang showed no expression, "It's okay."

Zhang Ye said with lingering fear: "Next time you want to come, tell me in advance so that I can make arrangements better. Look at the trouble today and almost caused a big trouble."

"You go back." Lao Zhang said.

Zhang Ye nodded, "Then please slow down."

"Yeah." Lao Zhang had already put on his mask and sunglasses, "Next time I go home, prepare more wine, so I can buy some more on the way."

Zhang Ye was speechless, "Please reimburse me."

Lao Zhang looked at him and said, "If you buy it for 100,000 yuan, I'll repay it to you."

"Oh, so generous?" Zhang Ye said happily.

As a result, she immediately said: "The condition is that you write a song for me."

Zhang Ye said happily: "A song co-written by me is worth 100,000? Don't even think about it."

"Let's go." After saying the last words, Zhang Yuanqi pushed up his sunglasses, took his bag and walked out the door, went down the stairs, and gradually disappeared.

Zhang Ye smiled and had long been accustomed to the lukewarm relationship with the Queen. He was about to close the door when he suddenly heard Zhang Yuanqi's distant footsteps and stopped. It seemed that there was another person's footsteps gradually changing. It seemed like someone was coming up from downstairs, and his heart skipped a beat again.

Damn it

Lao Zhang, don’t be recognized.

I heard the man speak again, a middle-aged man's voice, "Hello."

broken

Recognized?

Zhang Ye's heart was pounding

"Huh?" It was Lao Zhang's voice.

The middle-aged man said: "I would like to ask, Zhang Ye, Teacher Zhang lives in this building, right?"

Lao Zhang: "Upstairs."

Middle-aged man: "Okay, thank you."

The footsteps sounded again, one getting farther and the other getting bigger.

Ten seconds later, Zhang Ye saw a man in his forties who he had seen before but had no memory of from outside the security door.

The man was stunned when he saw the door open, "Teacher Zhang? What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Ye said: "I was about to go down to take out the trash. I just opened the door. Who are you?" Out of courtesy, he opened the security door and paid attention to the other party's expression. He probably didn't recognize Zhang Yuanqi.

The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand, "We should have met with Beijing TV last year. We didn't even talk during a meeting. Let me introduce myself. I am the deputy director of the Human Resources Department of Jingcheng TV. My name is Wang Huayuan. Your name is Wang Huayuan. You can just call me Lao Wang."

Um?

Beijing TV station?

Zhang Ye shook hands and said, "Mr. Wang, are you looking for me?"

The middle-aged man said straight to the point: "I wanted Lao Hu to invite you to talk at noon, but Lao Hu said you were busy and didn't have time, so the dinner over there was dismissed, so I came without invitation. I didn't bother you, right?" Zhang Ye Having worked there, Taili knew the address of his home very well, not to mention that the addresses of his two homes were already known to various media outlets, so it was no longer a secret.

Only now did Zhang Ye regain his thoughts. Only then did he think about the meaning of Hu Fei's phone call in the morning. Was there a dinner party for him? He probably guessed something in his mind, and with the identity of the leader of the other party's human resources department, it became clearer to him, but he was still not so sure, so he said: "Okay, Mr. Wang, a lot of people have just arrived at my house. My friend just left and we haven’t cleaned up yet. It’s quite messy. Let’s go out to find a coffee shop to chat?”

The middle-aged man said: "Okay, then you change your clothes and I'll wait for you."

Zhang Ye reached back and took the key from the house, then walked outside and closed the door and security door of the house, "No, there's nothing wrong with this. I'm not an idol either."

The middle-aged man also laughed, "That's not necessarily true. My niece likes you very much and is your die-hard fan. I heard her say you were handsome last time I had dinner at home."

Zhang Ye immediately said: "Hey, then I'd better change my clothes."

"Ha ha"

"Just kidding, Mr. Wang please."

The two of them went downstairs and chatted while walking.