144: I have too much imagination, so I am immoral.
Mrs. Song stroked her temples and turned sideways to let them in.
Thinking that no one might be up at this moment, the program team deliberately slowed down.
But now that she is here, old QD also wants to chat with her for a while. After all, every family has to have an interview.
"Well...Director Qin, it may not be convenient for me." Mrs. Song said apologetically.
"Don't worry, we won't edit randomly. If you checked my information, you should know that I don't have any other skills, but the main thing is the truth." Qin Di said.
Yes, the director’s real name is Qin Di.
But because he is too mean and too imaginative, everyone calls him Lao Chede.
What he said is true, that is, there are people who don’t even bother to provide beauty services to those with traffic.
So much so that the true looks and heights of several geigei were exposed.
Being chased and scolded by Geigei fans.
Then he exposed all the words scolded by his fans on the Internet, and delivered gifts to the police station. For a period of time, his call transfer settings were even set up by his legal team, and he started collecting evidence as soon as he was connected. After that,
I no longer dare to make spam calls or send small advertisements to him.
"I know, I understand the director."
"I have watched all the director's documentaries." Mrs. Song quickly explained: "I just... still have something to do..."
QD nodded: "Then you go and do your work first."
He is just immoral, but he is not disrespectful.
Hearing this, Mrs. Song nodded gratefully to him, brought tea again, and then went to work.
She didn't go upstairs either, she was just cleaning up at home.
Mopping the floor, hanging clothes, and tidying up the garden, I did it from 5 o'clock to 6 o'clock without stopping for a minute, and started cooking after 6 o'clock.
At a quarter past 6, a little girl about 7.8 years old came down from upstairs.
Very cute~~
QD gave the assistant a gesture and gave the little girl a number.
If the parent hadn't specifically told the child that he wanted to be on TV, he would have usually spanked the child. One is for safety reasons and not to be targeted by human traffickers. The other is to protect the child's mentality.
He has seen too many children who have filmed TV series or variety shows enter the big dye vat of the entertainment industry prematurely, turning from a piece of white paper into a colorful black, very turbid.
The little girl was also very polite and greeted them one by one before running to her mother.
"Mommy, dad wants Xiao Long Bao, my brother wants grilled chicken pizza, my brother wants cuttlefish and vegetable dumplings, grandma wants soy milk and fried dough sticks, and I don't want the original soy milk."
The little girl whispered to her mother.
"Okay."
Mrs. Song hugged her daughter, helped her comb her hair, and then went to get ready.
The little girl looked at the kitchen for a while, then went to the shelf next to her, picked up the flower watering pot and went outside to water the flowers.
The sun shines gently on the little girl's white dress, and the stars are dotted. It looks very beautiful, but for some reason, the people on the program team feel that this scene is a bit inconsistent.
But Qin Di has never been one to define based on one shot or scene.
He waited patiently and discovered that although Mrs. Song was busy in the kitchen, the snacks and fruits on their table were never cut off, and the tea was always hot.
What a powerful concentration!
It was approaching 7 o'clock, and the sound of footsteps was heard again in the room.
An old lady came down from upstairs and was stunned when she saw a bunch of people in the room.
"Who are you! Who asked you to come to our house so early in the morning? Xiao Chenchen, what are you doing?"
Mrs. Song Xiao Chenchen was startled, and just as she was about to speak, another figure appeared on the stairs.
A middle-aged man, about forty years old.
His tall and straight figure made people unable to help but notice his presence. His black hair was slightly gray and neatly combed on top of his head, revealing a hint of maturity and stability. His eyes were deep and sharp, revealing a cunning look.
The light seems to hide infinite secrets.
The man first glanced at his wife in the kitchen, then quickly walked to the old lady: "Mom, what did you say?"
"This is Director Qin, who came to our house to film a variety show. Have you forgotten? I told you."
After saying that, he quickly walked downstairs, walked to the kitchen, and hugged his wife's shoulders affectionately: "Chenchen, didn't I tell you to rest when you feel uncomfortable? Why did you get up to cook again? The house is a little dirty.
It’s okay.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady couldn't help but scream: "How can this be done! You have asthma. If the house is not clean, you will get sick easily!"
Song Yu glanced at the old lady with disapproval: "Mom, I'm so old and I'm not a porcelain doll. How can I be so prone to getting sick?"
Song Yu: "Besides, Chenchen is also feeling unwell..."
"Chenchen... don't do it. Let's go out to eat. How about having your favorite morning tea at Baoyuelou? The director should come too." Song Yu said with a smile.
He looked at his wife with gentle eyes and a good tone.
He even helped his wife fight against her mother.
But for some reason, several female staff present found that they couldn’t even write.
Maybe you got up too early? Don’t have the appetite for CP?
At this moment, Xiao Chenchen, who had been silent until now, said: "I've already done it."
"No need to go out to eat."
And...she doesn't like morning tea very much. She likes northern breakfast, spicy soup, and salty soy milk tea.
It's not that Cantonese style is bad, it's just...she doesn't like it.
After hearing her words, Mrs. Song immediately said: "You heard me, she didn't want to go out on her own, it wasn't me who abused her."
"Has my soy milk been ground? Just put it on the table. You don't have to give it to me. I don't want to burden you." After the old lady said that, she turned around and went upstairs.
Xiao Chenchen said nothing.
After a few minutes, their two sons also came down.
They are all very polite and take their own food.
But that indescribable feeling of dissonance never dissipated.
Watching Song Yu finish his meal, he was like an uncle, sitting there and watching his wife clean up.
Little QQ couldn't stand it anymore and asked proactively: "Mr. Song, as far as I know, you and your wife are both in Los Angeles, why did you sign up for our program?"
Song Yu smiled slightly and straightened his back when the camera was pointed at him: "I am quite busy at work, so I straightened up when the camera was pointed at me. I often travel on business, I think this is a good opportunity for me to accompany
Stay with your wife."
As he spoke, he looked at his wife in the kitchen affectionately. His eyes were almost floating, but his body was still as motionless as if he was sitting on a chair.
Seeing that his wife ignored him, he added: "My wife is shy and not good at talking, so she didn't cause any trouble to you."
Qin Di held up the tea cup and smiled slightly: "Trouble? No, how could it be."
He glanced at his watch and whispered: "But it's time now, it's time to set off."
"Mrs. Song, can you come back and wash your bowls again?"
The words were spoken to Xiao Chenchen, but the person watching was Song Yu.