Chapter 8: How Can You Be So Vindictive, You Big-Eyed Kid?
“What has Little Yu been doing recently? The last time I saw you was at the awards ceremony three months ago. I was the host, and you were a guest.
I remember you sang a song at that time, and it was so beautiful. I still have the song you sang that day on my phone playlist. You sing so well, why don’t you release a new song?”
Su Ming’s question was not sharp, and Jiang Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yes, I remember when Little Yu first debuted six years ago, he was very successful. That song “Wind and Rain” was a hit. My daughter still listens to it,” Jiang Shiran said politely.
“I’m…” Jiang Yu smiled and wanted to say that he wasn’t feeling well, but Meng Yi suddenly interjected, “Brother Jiang usually writes songs at home. I’ve seen a few, and they’re really amazing.
If Brother Yu releases these songs, they will definitely be a hit. Isn’t Brother Xu looking for songs? You can ask Brother Yu for a song. The songs in Brother Yu’s hands are really of high quality and will definitely satisfy you.”
Showing off, you can’t beat me in acting, and you have to beg Jiang Yu for songs. What are you showing off?
Meng Yi mocked in his heart, but smiled innocently on his face, simply making suggestions and looking at Ji Xu expectantly.
Meng Yi was pretending to be stupid, but Jiang Yu and Ji Xu’s smiles froze on their faces.
Su Ming and Jiang Shiran knew the relationship between the three, and the two senior predecessors looked at each other, tacitly deciding not to interfere. This was a rare topic on the spot.
If the relationship between these three and Han Cheng is exposed in the future, then their content in this issue will definitely be a hit. Perhaps they can actively leak some news to the paparazzi.
Jiang Yu glared at Meng Yi, who was not looking at him. They had agreed to support each other during the recording of the show, but why was this big-eyed kid causing trouble first?
Just that one time, he was bored and copied down a few songs from Earth, and Meng Yi, who was brought back by Han Cheng, saw them and kept clamoring for several days to sing them.
At that time, Han Cheng was still with Meng Yi, and they were still in a state of being rivals in love, so Jiang Yu naturally didn’t let him sing.
He didn’t expect this kid to remember it for so long. Was he trying to avenge what happened back then?
But now everyone was waiting for Ji Xu to express his opinion. Jiang Yu leaned on the pink pig and didn’t speak, but his mind was brainstorming, thinking about how to get past this matter later.
And Meng Yi’s word “beg” really disgusted Ji Xu. He received no less than ten or eight songs every day, and he was already dazzled. Why would he need to beg a washed-up nobody?
But Ji Xu’s smile changed from stiff to surprised in just a moment. He looked past Meng Yi at Jiang Yu and asked in surprise, “Jiang Yu, can you still write songs?”
Jiang Yu forced a smile, but before he could speak, Meng Yi preemptively answered, “Of course, Brother Yu graduated from the Conservatory of Music.”
Jiang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled. He originally went to the Conservatory of Music to study songwriting, in preparation for taking out Earth’s songs in the future.
But after being entangled with Han Cheng for so many years, he had long lost the high spirits he had when he first transmigrated, and his mind was no longer on the entertainment industry.
He just wanted to live his little life quietly. The entertainment industry’s messes were really too annoying.
“I didn’t expect you to be a talented person. Jiang Yu, what kind of music are you good at?” Ji Xu seemed very interested in Jiang Yu’s songs and kept asking.
What kind of music is he good at? Jiang Yu recalled an interview with Ji Xu, where he mentioned he really liked Chinese-style music and wanted to sing songs in that genre.
“Rock,” Jiang Yu blurted out, daring to say anything.
“Rock, huh? My voice isn’t really suited for those high-energy songs,” Ji Xu said with a hint of regret.
“Brother Yu, aren’t your songs…” Meng Yi, ever so innocent, tried to chime in again.
Jiang Yu glared at him, cutting him off, “Those songs were all written four years ago, and it was just a whim. I tried writing a few pop songs, cobbled them together, and I wasn’t even satisfied with them myself. So don’t praise me. I’ve been studying rock for the past four years, and I’m not very good at other genres.”
Meng Yi received Jiang Yu’s warning and immediately shut up.
“That’s a real shame. When I was abroad, I loved listening to Chinese-style songs. I really like our Chinese-style music and have been looking for songs like that, but I haven’t found the Chinese-style song I have in mind,” Ji Xu said, completely relaxed, his face full of regret, as if he really wanted to sing Jiang Yu’s songs.
Seeing the undercurrent between the three of them dissipate, Su Ming and Jiang Shiran were a little disappointed. Su Ming smiled and used their conversation as an opportunity to ask Jiang Yu, “Little Yu likes rock, huh? Have you written any songs you’re satisfied with? You have such a good voice, I’ve been waiting for your new songs for so long.”
“Writing songs is really not easy, and I’m quite lazy, so I haven’t written any songs I’m satisfied with yet,” Jiang Yu said, shaking his head, wanting to end the topic.
“That’s a real shame,” Su Ming said, putting on a sincere expression of regret, and then shifted the topic to the other two, as Jiang Yu was too irrelevant to talk about.
A conversation that lasted for more than two hours would probably be edited down to just over ten minutes.
Su Ming and Jiang Shiran were dedicated to digging pits and creating topics, while Meng Yi and Ji Xu seemed to hit it off, chatting as enthusiastically as old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a long time, while still smiling and trying to trip each other up.
Yang Bai also occasionally chimed in with ill intentions. Jiang Yu watched these people fake smiles and felt tired for them. This further strengthened Jiang Yu’s idea of ??quitting the entertainment industry.
Meng Yi set Jiang Yu up, and seemingly to make amends, took all the topics that were directed at Jiang Yu onto himself.
Jiang Yu occasionally said a few words. The chat didn’t take much brainpower, but sitting for more than two hours made his waist as stiff as an iron rod, and it hurt with every movement.
Finally, evening arrived, and the temperature slowly dropped. Jiang Shiran glanced at the sky and ended the chat, “We need to prepare dinner. Chive and egg dumplings, shrimp wontons, and braised carp. We have all the ingredients, but we have to get them ourselves.
There are chives in the chive field. Feifei, you take Meng Yi to cut the chives. Yang Bai, you take Jiang Yu and Ji Xu to the villagers’ house to catch shrimp and carp. Teacher Su and I will make the dough at home.”
Ma Feifei, a high school student and child star, is one of the permanent guests on “Leisure Life.”
She is very shy. In the two-hour chat, the little girl didn’t say a few words, just sat on the side with a smile on her face, even less noticeable than Jiang Yu. But the little girl’s popularity is about the same as Meng Yi’s, belonging to the top-tier actresses who are extremely popular.
“Are we going to catch fish and shrimp? I want to go too,” Meng Yi said expectantly.
He didn’t want to do a task alone with Ma Feifei. They were about the same age, and even if they didn’t have any other intentions, as long as the two of them stood together, those busybodies who had nothing better to do would be able to write a 100,000-word first love novel.
Even more outrageous, there would be some brainless CP fans who would get excited, as if they were really together.
Moreover, Meng Yi could tell that Jiang Yu’s waist was uncomfortable. If he didn’t help with catching fish and shrimp, Jiang Yu probably wouldn’t even be able to catch a shrimp leg.
“Then let’s go together after cutting the chives. It won’t take long to cut the chives,” Su Ming said, willing to see Meng Yi and Ji Xu together. The two of them were sarcastic together, and there were too many clips that could be edited.
Meng Yi still went to the chive field with Ma Feifei, but they came back in less than five minutes. To be quick, Meng Yi even cut the grass along with the chives.
Ma Feifei didn’t want to be in a CP with Meng Yi either, finding it annoying, and didn’t follow the group of men to catch fish and shrimp.
There was a fish pond in the farmhouse, which contained various kinds of freshwater fish.
Yang Bai wanted to get the inside scoop on Ji Xu and Han Cheng, so he took Ji Xu to catch carp. Jiang Yu and Meng Yi were taken to the shrimp pond by the uncle who raised shrimp.
The uncle raised crayfish. It was Jiang Yu’s first time fishing for crayfish. He curiously fished for a while, but none of the crayfish were willing to bite.
Jiang Yu sighed. Standing was tiring for his waist, so he simply sat on the bank and threw the hook into the water in a Buddhist manner, watching Meng Yi, with the help of the uncle, catch crayfish one after another with shouts and screams. There shouldn’t be a shortage of ingredients for tonight’s wontons.
The uncle probably saw that Jiang Yu was being neglected, so he went to Jiang Yu’s side and patiently explained the tricks of catching crayfish. The uncle looked at the water surface for a while, judged that there were no crayfish here, and wanted Jiang Yu to change places.
Jiang Yu’s waist hurt, and he didn’t want to move, finding various reasons not to go. Seeing that Jiang Yu was so lazy, the uncle ignored Jiang Yu and focused on teaching the energetic Meng Yi.
In half an hour, Meng Yi caught a basket of crayfish, enough to make a meal of wontons. Jiang Yu’s waist hurt so much that he couldn’t sit still and was already lying on the bank, almost falling asleep in the sun.
The uncle had seen many celebrities come here, but this was the first time he had seen someone so lazy.
Meng Yi woke up the drowsy Jiang Yu, helped Jiang Yu stand up, carried the basket on his back, and supported Jiang Yu as they walked.
The uncle secretly rolled his eyes behind them. It was already the 21st century, but the seniority system in the entertainment industry was still like the old society, where the worker had to support the sleeper. Even the landlord didn’t have this kind of treatment.
Dregs, all dregs.
The uncle found a plastic bag, weighed the crayfish, and the staff who came with them paid the money. Meng Yi happily carried the crayfish, supported Jiang Yu, and talked to Jiang Yu in front of the camera.
All of Jiang Yu’s senses were being pulled by his waist. He didn’t see the uncle’s disgust, didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with being supported by Meng Yi, and didn’t notice that the camera was occasionally lowered a little, specifically filming Meng Yi’s hand supporting him.
Things were going smoothly on Ji Xu’s side as well. He was holding a carp that weighed over two jin, though the smile on his face looked a bit forced—Yang Bai had probably annoyed him to the brink of losing his patience.
The four of them returned to the Leisure House, where Jiang Shiran had already finished kneading the dough. Everyone eagerly began preparing the ingredients.
Jiang Yu hadn’t expected Ji Xu to know how to cook. He was quick and efficient even when killing the fish, drawing a round of praise from everyone.
The chives had already been washed clean by Su Yang, and Meng Yi came over to help Jiang Yu deal with the crayfish.
Washing the crayfish, boiling them, peeling the meat—Meng Yi handled the entire process, while Jiang Yu occasionally helped, one hand supporting his aching waist.
Su Yang felt that Jiang Yu’s rather lazy performance didn’t look very good. He wanted to say something, but then thought better of it—Jiang Yu belonged to Han Cheng, and probably hadn’t done much physical labor in his life.
Forget it. They were all big shots; he couldn’t afford to offend any of them.
