Mushroom House: Don’t wash it! You are the master of the entertainment industry

“Are you still in an uncomfortable mood?”

Wang Xinyi couldn’t help but feel warm in her heart when she heard that everyone cared so much about herself, and then said: “I’m in a much better mood, there’s nothing uncomfortable, it’s just that I was very excited yesterday night, and I didn’t sleep much all night…”

“What? Didn’t sleep well? ”

“You can’t do this, hurry up and rest!”

Huang Lei and He Yi hurriedly persuaded.

“No, no! Isn’t it a little exciting today, I don’t know what everyone wants to eat in the morning, why not try the food of my hometown? ”

Wang Xinyi said as she walked towards the kitchen.

Originally, Du Jing and others still wanted to persuade, but Wang Xinyi was too insistent.

So, let her go.

Taking advantage of this free effort, several people hurried to wash.

It wasn’t until he finished cleaning up that he went to the kitchen to fight.

Wang Xinyi is an authentic Tanzhou native, and the breakfast she makes is naturally some local characteristics.

Even if Du Jing and the others wanted to help, they were all rejected by Wang Xinyi.

I saw that her movements were clean and neat when she worked, without a little procrastination, and she was a person who often cooked.

She kneads dough from time to time, fries things from time to time, and is busy and happy.

But in just ten minutes, a fragrant aroma came from the kitchen.

Eight thirty.

All the breakfast had already been prepared, and Du Jing and the others brought all 123 plates to the pavilion.

Soy milk, fritters, shredded broth, dumplings…

Basically, they are all foods that can be named, and Du Jing and others who watched swallowed their saliva for the first time.

Fragrant!

It’s so fragrant!

They never thought that Wang Xinyi, who had been relatively quiet, had such a good craft!

Meanwhile.

Peng Peng and the others, who had just gotten up, ran out one after another as soon as they smelled the aroma.

“I’ll go! Brother Jing, are you cooking again today? ”

“It’s so fragrant! How do you know I’m hungry with my chest pressed against my back? ”

“Aaaaaa I want to eat! ”

“Who the hell did this?”

The four of Peng, Yixing, Jiang Shuying and Zifeng were like leopards that smelled the breath of their prey, and they couldn’t wait to bite their prey as fast as they could.

All eyes are shining!

That’s the proper foodie!

Seeing the appearance of several people, Du Jing couldn’t help laughing: “I didn’t do it, I did it Wang Xinyi.” ”

Hear this.

The other people’s eyes widened instantly, full of incredulity.

Having the same idea as Du Jingji (CFCA), Wang Xinyi can actually cook?

“Don’t put on such a surprised look for a few of you, don’t be stunned, come and taste it!”

Wang Xinyi greeted everyone and said with a smile.

Perhaps this time is familiar with everyone, Wang Xinyi is not as silent as at the beginning and has learned to joke with everyone.

When everyone heard this, they all sat down one after another, eager to taste the taste of this breakfast.

The first thing they tasted was the shredded meat powder of the clear soup, which was not spicy at all, the shredded meat was large and soft, and the soup was very fresh.

Especially after the vermicelli is soaked in the soup, it is even more tender!

“It’s delicious, Sister Xinyi!”

“Your craft is really amazing, it is almost a match with my master!”

“Peng, aren’t you afraid of being beaten?”

The voice just fell.

I saw Huang Lei get up and give Peng Peng a “pat of love”: “You smelly boy, you can’t stop your mouth when you eat, right?” ”

“Oh, master, it hurts! Hurt! ”

Peng’s face was full of pain, which caused everyone to laugh.

The meal ended in a very cheerful atmosphere~

……

Nine-thirty in the morning.

After everyone had cleaned up everything, they sat down together.

Now the thing they are most looking forward to is that Du Jing wants to teach Wang Xinyi new songs.

Isn’t this equivalent to them listening to Du Jing’s scene again?

Meanwhile. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also constantly rolling.

“Aaaaah! Really looking forward to it! ”

“My favorite star is Du Jing, he is really talented!”

“I remembered one thing, if I also sign a company now, can I go to the mushroom house as a guest?”

“Brother upstairs, what fart are you thinking?”

“It’s still daytime, isn’t this pure daydreaming?”

“I really want to hear Du Jing’s scene once!”

“……”

In front of the camera.

I saw a small courtyard full of flowers and plants, and a group of people were sitting under the pavilion, talking and laughing.

One of them, a middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old, poured tea for others while making tea.

The whole picture looks like it makes people’s moods calm a lot.

After Du Jing finished drinking a cup of tea, he got up and walked to the house.

Just when everyone was wondering what he was going to do…

I saw Du Jing walking out with paper and pen in one hand and a guitar in the other.

“Brother Jing, I can understand when you hold a guitar, but what do you mean by holding paper and pen?”

Peng Peng looked puzzled.

He still remembers that when he helped Zi Feng, Yixing and Yang Chaoyue arrange and add lyrics to their songs, he used a guitar?

What do you want pen and paper to do this time?

After Du Jing put the paper and pen on the table, he said indifferently: “It’s to write a score for her!” After all, this is a pure new song, so it still needs to be written down. ”

When everyone heard this, they all nodded.

Then, I saw Du Jing holding a pen and drawing staves on the side…

All:???

Groove??

What’s the situation??

Write scores, write lyrics, they can all understand!

How is it still written directly from the staves?

What is the difference between this and those who study art, starting with the bones?

Are the big guys so arrogant!

“I lean! I kind of opened my eyes today, it’s too awesome! ”

“Me too! I’ve never seen anyone draw staves on the spot in my life! ”

“Most people print the scores, and there are very few handwritten scripts! Real bull batch! ”

“Compared with these, I am more curious about how many days Du Jing’s song was composed?”

“I bet it took two days!”

“Are you kidding? Two days? This is not turnip cabbage! It’s a song, let’s say a week or two. ”

“Just ask!”

“……”

The barrage in the live broadcast room is constantly scrolling.

And Peng Peng and the others naturally noticed the content posted on the barrage, which was exactly what he was curious about.

So he asked curiously: “Brother Jing, I want to ask, when did you start composing this song?” ”

“Yesterday evening, when I had the idea of writing a song for her, I went back and started to conceive it, and I also wrote a little.”

Du Jing said indifferently.

…….。