MTL - After the Boss Retires, He Becomes Obsessed with Raising Cubs-Chapter 235 star alcoholic father 3

The program group pursues authenticity and has prepared a complete set of props.

The suitcase Xie Chuan was carrying in his hand was very heavy, and he was even a little apprehensive when standing at the door of his house. He took a deep breath and waited for the door to open from the inside.

"Xie Chuan, don't you come back often? You look very nervous?"

The active staff asked curiously, and Xie Chuan nodded slightly.

"Well, I was too busy with work before, and sometimes I even spent Chinese New Year in the crew."

Xie Chuan's acting skills are very contagious, and he has also filmed several popular TV series. Although they are all supporting roles, the response has been good, but it is a pity that the company is not very good.

If you are lucky in the future and can get a good movie book, maybe you will be able to soar into the sky.

While they were talking, the door was opened from the inside.

"came back?"

Xie Hui simply said hello, opened the door of the shoe cabinet, took a pair of plush slippers from inside, put them in front of Xie Chuan, then turned around and entered the living room.

Xu Shuo, who was good friends with Xie Chuan in the same company, was obviously much more excited when he met his parents. His mother even turned her head away to wipe away her tears, and Xu Shuo's eyes were also red.

Xie Chuan changed his shoes, put the suitcase in the living room, and agreed.

"Well, I'm back."

The communication between father and son ended here, Xie Hui was busy in the kitchen, Xie Chuan sent the suitcase back to the bedroom, and introduced the various decorations in his bedroom to the program team.

A follower walked into the bedroom with Xie Chuan, and another follower took a picture of Xie back in the kitchen.

When Xie Hui was choosing the dishes, he felt a little fortunate for a moment that this program was prepared by CCTV to evoke forgotten family affection.

No matter how powerful the capital is, there is no way to tamper with this program.

Xie Hui is very skillful at cooking, even if he is just cooking, he still stands very straight.

The location of this house is good, the sunlight outside the house fell on his shoulders through the windows, after finishing all the meals, he called Xie Chuan to come over to help, and served the meals to the table.

During the meal, Xie Hui didn't bring food to Xie Chuan, but only occasionally asked about his work.

"How is work recently? Are you still as busy as before? No matter how busy you are, you must pay attention to your own body."

Xie Chuan used to think that his father's craftsmanship was mediocre, and if he didn't see him for a while, it would be delicious. He stuffed vegetables into his mouth, chewed and swallowed them hard, and then replied:

"It's okay at work, just recording variety shows, okay, I'll remember."

When Xie Chuan was clearing the table at dinner, he heard his father ask again:

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Dad, what other dishes are there at home? Just watch the cooking."

When other guests got along with their parents, they helped them do a lot of things. Only Xie Chuan stayed in the bedroom reading scripts and playing games while recording the show.

In fact, he himself knew that the effect of this kind of broadcasted program was not very good, but Xie Chuan just liked this kind of program. His father made arrangements for the home and the outside, and told him to be a good way of getting along at home before leaving the house.

Even... It's just his father who wanted to save face pretending to be on the show.

Ever since he disobeyed his father's arrangement, he looked at him with disgust every time he met his father.

Every time Xie Chuan was so angry with his father, all he could think about was his childhood.

At that time, the conditions of their family were average. His father worked very leisurely and put all his thoughts on him. He would accompany him to do homework and take him out to play. He never made him envious of other children's children.

Thinking of those memories, Xie Chuan couldn't express his anger towards his father no matter how much he felt.

Xie Chuan admitted that he was very greedy in this matter. He enjoyed his father's love and care for him, and even thought that if the variety show was broadcast, someone would scold him.

Up to now, Xie Chuan has not dared to ask his father the reason for his change.

If his father can maintain the current state of life, it doesn't matter if he is scolded to death after the broadcast.

In other shooting families, there is no comparison with getting along with children.

But like Xie Chuan, Xu Shuo, who brought his parents on the show, has been busy at home and let his parents sit on the sofa and watch TV to rest.

I do housework and cook clumsily by myself, and many jokes are made because of my lack of proficiency, which makes the program full of effect.

On the last day, Xie Hui bought a lot of ingredients at night and planned to make a hot pot for Xie Chuan.

It was early autumn, and the weather was still hot. From the memory of the original owner, Xie Chuan liked to eat hot food in this cool season, and steaming hot pot was his favorite.

While washing the vegetables, Xie Hui yelled, Xie Chuan took the initiative to come out to help, rolled up his sleeves and walked over, bowed his head by the sink to wash the vegetables, his technique was not proficient, and after washing, he put it aside and waited for the water to dry.

"Go and find out those plates. They haven't been used for a long time and wash them. You will only do the same thing if I say the same thing."

Something was cooking in the pot, Xie Hui looked at Xie Chuan, who was somewhat in the way of the big boss in the kitchen after washing the dishes, and pointed to the cabinet not far away.

Xie Chuan walked over and opened the cabinet, took out all the dishes, found a basin and planned to wash it in the laundry sink outside, when he walked out of the kitchen door, he didn't forget to poke his head back and say something to his father.

"Dad, you have been calling me a grinder before, but if you don't push it, can this grinder turn itself?"

After finishing speaking, seeing his father's frowning, he quickly turned his head and left, running too fast.

Xie Hui cursed at his back, then turned around and continued cooking.

In the first episode of the variety show, there wasn't much to shoot. After finishing this hot pot meal tonight, Xie Chuan had to leave tomorrow.

For this meal, Xie Hui prepared a lot, and the staff in charge of filming also sat down and ate together.

Xie Hui's craftsmanship is good. On a chilly night in early autumn, sitting in an air-conditioned room and eating delicious and spicy hot pot makes people feel very refreshed.

Because Xie Chuan had to catch an early flight tomorrow morning, he took a shower after eating and went to sleep. Lying on the big bed full of sunshine, he had a beautiful dream.

Outside the house, Xie Hui had no plans to rest after cleaning the living room. The assistant director greeted the staff who had already planned to leave to continue working.

Xie Hui made some pickled vegetables that he had made some time ago. From the memory of the original owner, he knew that Xie Chuan loved to eat them. He started making them before they were decorated, and they tasted the best at this time.

When the camera was at their home, Xie Hui said very little, and now he hasn't said anything during the whole process.

After cutting the pickles, fry them in a pan, put them in a jar, seal them, and put them in a bag next to them.

There are several other types of food that can be carried, and Xie Hui made some of them.

When the last jar was stuffed in, the follower thought he could get off work now, but he didn't expect Xie Hui to open the cabinet again, and took out a bag of flour from it.

The follower knew that he was getting overtime pay now, but he couldn't help but yawned and asked:

"Master, it's so late, are you still awake?"

Xie Hui raised his head and glanced at him, put his index finger in front of his lips to signal him to lower his voice, and replied in a low voice:

"The kid works hard outside. Last time he came back, he said he wanted to eat the dumplings I made. He hasn't had time to make them for the past few days. It just happens to be ready for him for breakfast tomorrow."

He rubbed his sore eyes and continued to work. Before, he didn't quite understand why he had to work overtime. He even thought that there was something good about cooking. They weren't food shows.

He even guessed by himself that after the show was broadcast, this group of guests was definitely the group with the lowest ratings.

From the start of filming to the present, I have been cooking all kinds of dishes every day, and nothing else.

But what the old man said now made him silent.

Thinking of my mother who still lives in the countryside, every year I despise her for her love of tossing.

When he was about to leave in the first month of this year, he was still making tofu in the middle of the night, just to let him drink steaming soy milk.

At that time, he really didn't feel anything, and was even a little annoyed. He felt that his mother had nothing to do in such a cold day, and she didn't sleep under the warm blanket, making tofu.

He couldn't remember what the taste of soy milk was like and how it was shot. It was rare to be in a daze during working hours. His mind was filled with the expectation and love in his mother's eyes when he handed the bowl of soy milk to him.

Scooped the flour into the basin, added some water and noodles, made the dough and set it aside, and started frying the dumpling stuffing again.

Xie Hui closed the door tightly. In order not to disturb Xie Yun who was resting, the range hood was running normally, but he was still choked to the point where he turned his head away and coughed twice when the chili was added.

The director greeted and followed suit, and took a picture of the time on the wall clock, one o'clock in the morning.

The lights are still on in the kitchen, standing in front of the pot and holding a spatula to stir fry, very common picture.

After frying the stuffing, put it aside to cool down, Xie Hui went to roll out the dumpling wrappers again, after wrapping each dumpling, arrange them neatly and put them in the refrigerator to freeze.

After finishing all this, it was almost three o'clock.

The next day, when Xie Chuan got up early to skip dinner and went directly to the airport to catch the plane, he saw the light in the living room was on as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom door.

Xie Hui came out with a bowl of steaming dumplings, put them on the dining table, frowned and said:

"Why are you standing there? Do you still want me to treat you to dinner?"

"Dad, you still cook for me so early, why don't you take more rest."

"It's not specially made for you, I don't need to eat? I'll make one for you by the way."

Xie Chuan laughed so hard that his teeth would come out, and he didn't feel uncomfortable hearing his father's words. When he walked to the dining table and sat down, holding the chopsticks and starting to eat dumplings, he inexplicably thought of when he was young.

Every time he brought home the certificate he got in the exam, his father said on the surface that he was not too proud of it, but secretly he showed off his appearance to his friends with the certificate.

The first child in that uncle's family didn't do very well in grades, and his dislike was just a certificate of merit, and his father could still blush and neck thick with him over this topic.

Sure enough, it was the same father who was so familiar back then, with the same tough mouth and soft heart.