Due to the time chasm between him and the old butler,
Sang Qiao decided to immediately cease asking about who Jing Jing is and where Jing Jing is.
The specially professional movers, numbered one, two, and three, unloaded Sang Qiao's few pieces of luggage from the car and, following Mr. Yuan's instructions, carried them into the villa.
There was a folding screen from the entrance hall to the main hall.
On both sides of the folding screen were antique shelves.
As a mover was walking towards the main hall carrying something, he accidentally brushed against the antique shelf on the right.
At the highest point of the shelf sat a blue and white porcelain vase, which swayed for a moment and took a while to steady itself.
Sang Qiao stared at the vase for a while and cautiously asked, "Uncle Butler, is the one at the top expensive?"
Mr. Yuan's kindly face smiled, "Master Sang, please rest assured, this is an imitation and not worth much."
Sang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Yuan said, "It's an imitation from the time of Emperor Chengzu Zhu Di, imitating the era of Emperor Taizong of Tang. It doesn't meet the standards of a connoisseur but is placed on the shelf for show."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Very well.
If Fu Xingzhou ever decided to return him to the Sang family.
Then he would steal the vase and sell it.
Sang Qiao took one last look at the vase, then carefully kept his distance, bypassed the antique shelf and the folding screen, and followed Mr. Yuan upstairs.
Of course, they didn't take the stairs, they took the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the third floor.
Mr. Yuan led Sang Qiao through the corridor and opened the door for him, bending down, "Master Sang, this is the room that Mr. prepared for you. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, we'll modify it immediately."
Sang Qiao peeked inside and then immediately retracted his head.
This bedroom looked to be over a hundred square meters, with a study and a terrace.
In the middle was an exaggerated circular bed, and a soft sofa was placed on the other side.
Mr. Yuan touched the controller on the wall.
The original ceiling above the circular bed automatically split to the sides, revealing a clear blue sky through a large piece of glass.
Mr. Yuan said, "This room uses a domed design and can be voice-controlled. If you're not in a good mood, you can lie on the bed and watch the night sky, which might help you relax."
Sang Qiao: "..."
No, no.
He didn't deserve this.
As a temporary replacement for a marriage partner.
Sang Qiao felt embarrassed to occupy such a good room, took a step forward and then retreated, rubbing his nose, "Mr. Yuan, should I change to another bedroom?"
Mr. Yuan immediately took out a notebook from his pocket, "What's unsatisfactory about the room to you?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao leaned against the door frame, "It's not, it's just... I'm staying here, where will Fu Xingzhou stay?"
Mr. Yuan immediately understood Sang Qiao's meaning and engaged in divergent thinking, smiling, "Sir specifically instructed before he left on a business trip that since you've just moved in and may not be accustomed, a separate room was prepared for you first."
"Of course, if Master Sang is willing, sir's main bedroom is downstairs from yours."
Sang Qiao: "..."
He just wanted to change rooms.
He didn't want to share a bed with Fu Xingzhou!
Did he look that desperate?
Sang Qiao held back a lot of words, feeling super depressed, closed the door, leaned back, and fell onto the bed in the new room.
Ah.
So soft.
Sang Qiao, who had never slept on such a comfortable bed before, rolled around contentedly.
Decided that in the future, if he divorced Fu Xingzhou, even if he couldn't steal the vase, he would take the mattress.
It's a pity that such a good bed can't be slept in for a few days, as he will have to go to the studio to shoot.
Sang Qiao took out his phone to check the time, and also saw a message that was just sent in the variety show WeChat group, which was newly created two days ago.
【Your Stage Comprehensive Group】
Coordinator: The recording time for the first episode of the show is confirmed for next Monday. Please coordinate and make sure that trainees enter the group on time. Please reply upon receipt. All members.
Photography team: Received.
Lighting team: Received.
Trainee Jiang Tong: Received.
Trainee Fang Yuzhou: Received.
Trainee Zhou Yu: Received.
...
Trainee Sang Qiao: Received.
Sang Qiao had at least dozens of groups on his WeChat, each of which was permanently muted. He would only take a look when there is a message from all group members, and otherwise, he never looks.
After replying, Sang Qiao casually scrolled through the chat history.
As expected, he found that most of the production team members were silent, with only a few trainees actively participating in the group chat, having a strong presence.
Reclining on the bed and finishing reading through all the chat records, Sang Qiao coincidentally heard Uncle Yuan calling him for dinner.
Sang Qiao rubbed his stomach and got up, rushing down the stairs.
As soon as he arrived at the dining table, he was shocked by the dishes on the table.
A simple and clear soup, green vegetables in various colors made it feel like being in an ecological farm.
Sang Qiao, silent for a moment, sincerely said, "Uncle Yuan... I know that the price of meat in the market has risen recently..."
Uncle Yuan set the table for Sang Qiao: "Master Sang, the ingredients purchased for the family are all special. Since your cold has not yet healed, the menu is prepared by the nutrition team, personally approved by the experts."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Seeing Sang Qiao's worried expression, Uncle Yuan thought for a moment: "If Mr. Sang doesn't like this taste, I will immediately instruct the kitchen to prepare a Western-style meal."
Sang Qiao, struggling, said, "No need, can I have a steamed bun with chili sauce?"
Uncle Yuan and the chef coldly rejected Sang Qiao's request.
Sang Qiao, who had just had an intimate encounter with the ecological farm, returned to his room with heavy steps, and a new friend request popped up on his phone's WeChat.
Sang Qiao ignored it, lazily yawned, feeling that life without chili and meat had lost its appeal.
A while later, the phone rang.
Sang Qiao, looking listless, answered, "Is it you?"
The deep voice on the other end of the phone was Fu Xingzhou.
Sang Qiao, who had eaten grass, was full of dejection and shook his head, "No."
Fu Xingzhou said, "Send me a friend request on WeChat."
Sang Qiao: "???"
Sang Qiao hung up the phone and checked WeChat.
The name of the new friend request only had a period, and the profile picture was clearly a default landscape image from the phone.
Adding a friend requires modifying the note.
Sang Qiao thought for a moment and added a note for Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou seemed to be busy with something and didn't say anything after the verification was approved.
Sang Qiao lay on the table and played a few rounds of mini-games.
Finally, the WeChat interface moved.
Headteacher: I will return to the country next Monday.
Headteacher: Is there anything you need me to bring?
Sang Qiao: "???"
How much face did he have, to dare ask Fu Xingzhou to run errands for him?
Sang Qiao immediately typed a reply.
Wood Qiao: No, no, thank you, Director Fu. Director Fu, have a safe trip!
Headteacher: Have you eaten?
Sang Qiao: "..."
This knife is piercing and accurate.
Sang Qiao struggled for a long time and finally sent a long message to Fu Xingzhou.
Mu You Qiao: I’ve eaten!
Mu You Qiao: Um, Fu Dong, I really don’t need any professional nutritionists and chefs.
Mu You Qiao: I will eat more fruits and vegetables. Can you disband the nutrition team, please? [Pleading][jpg]
After a while, Fu Xingzhou replied.
Director of Education: Not tasty?
Mu You Qiao: It's not that, I'm just not used to it...
Director of Education: Okay, I'll get a new chef for tomorrow.
Sang Qiao: "……"
Not a team, just a chef, seems more normal.
Can't force everything.
Fortunately, the new chef who arrived the next day looked very ordinary.
In his fifties, balding, wearing an old man's shirt and hemp trousers, he looked no different from the old man making breakfast fritters and pancakes on the street.
When the table of dishes arrived, although it still didn't have the super spicy flavor that Sang Qiao used to love, at least it was well-prepared in terms of color, aroma and taste.
Compared to the green and healthy ecological vegetables from the farm the day before, Sang Qiao was already very satisfied.
There weren’t many servants in the whole villa, and with Fu Xingzhou away, no one dared to manage Sang Qiao's completely unscientific daily routine.
Sang Qiao stayed up until two o'clock every night, and blissfully slept until noon for several days, feeling absolutely elated.
The night before entering the group, Yi Chu drove over and caught Sang Qiao eating a crab leg.
Sang Qiao's dinner was a steamed crab meat porridge made by the new chef, using the best butter crab.
The tender and white crab meat, mixed with cooked rice, was delicious and appetizing.
Yi Chu sat across from Sang Qiao for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Is it good?"
Sang Qiao bit into the crab shell with his sharp little tiger teeth and took out a big piece of crab meat, saying, "It's delicious, Yi senior, do you want a bowl?"
Yi Chu: "……"
Yi Chu swallowed hard and tried to tell himself he wasn't hungry: "I don't eat after three in the afternoon."
Sang Qiao lifted his head from the bowl of porridge and blinked, "Oh, that's a shame."
Yi Chu took a deep breath and continued to deceive himself: "But you can get used to it. The main thing is that this porridge looks like it was made by a very famous chef from the northern city."
Sang Qiao finished a mouthful of crab leg meat.
Yi Chu: "That chef used to make royal cuisine at home, and his dishes were absolutely exquisite. It's just that he retired a couple of years ago. Many people tried to hire him back, but without success."
Sang Qiao looked earnestly at Yi Chu and smirked.
Yi Chu: "...So he's still in the kitchen, right?"
Sang Qiao drank the porridge from the bowl upside down and nodded contentedly, "Yes."
Yi Chu headed to the kitchen.
In the corridor, he happened to meet Sang Qiao's new chef.
The chef apparently had some impression of Yi Chu and nodded to him: "Mr. Yi."
Yi Chu was stunned: "Chef Yang? Did my brother invite you here?"
Chef Yang smiled, "Yeah, since it's close by, and I had nothing else to do. Mr. Fu said his friend at home wasn’t feeling well, and was craving some good food, so asked me to come and cook."
Yi Chu: "……"
The crab meat porridge in the purple sand pot in the kitchen was exactly the same as it used to be in the restaurant.
Yi Chu brought the porridge back to the dining room with a thoughtful look.
Sang Qiao was playing with her phone in her seat, and when she saw Yi Chu coming over, she grabbed a small towel and started wiping down her side.
Yi Chu took a big step forward, "No need to wipe!"
Sang Qiao: "???"
Yi Chu placed the bowl on the table, turned to Sang Qiao and said, "By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. Fu Xingzhou is my cousin. You don't need to call me senior in the future, just call me by my name."
Sang Qiao snatched the cloth back, "Raven told me already."
Yi Chu thought for a moment, and then tentatively asked, "Do you know the name of the new chef?"
Sang Qiao said, "You mean Uncle Yang. He said he was laid off recently, so he came here to cook."
Yi Chu: "……"
Yi Chu's heart was filled with the scent of lemons. He put down his bowl and asked Sang Qiao, "Is your variety show recording in the studio tomorrow?"
Sang Qiao nodded.
Yi Chu: "Are you nervous?"
Sang Qiao: "Not at all."
Yi Chu: "..."
In fact, Yi Chu was called by Fu Xingzhou before he came. Before he came, he was instructed to check whether Sang Qiao's cold had gotten better and to reassure him, giving him some experience.
Yi Chu had already prepared what to say, but after arriving, he found that Sang Qiao had eaten well and was sleeping soundly, completely without the feeling of a trainee about to enter a training camp.
Silence, accompanied by the fragrant crab meat porridge tonight.
Yi Chu drank two bowls in a row, and as he walked out the door, he regretted ever setting foot in the door today.
Deciding to go back and do two hundred crunches, he made his way down the stairs.
As soon as he turned around, he saw the navy blue Maserati parked at the garage door.
The weather tonight was not particularly good, a bit foggy, as if it might rain.
But the latest Maserati shone with the kind of allure that money brings, even in the darkening sky.
Fu Xingzhou was away on a business trip, and seeing the car parked outside the garage, it was clear it hadn't been back for long.
Yi Chu angrily got into his own car and dialed Fu Xingzhou's number.
The call was quickly answered by Raven, who then transferred the call to Fu Xingzhou. "What is it?"
Yi Chu honked his horn in anger. "I've been to see Sang Qiao, and the chef has fattened him up, looking healthier than me."
Fu Xingzhou responded with a grunt.
Yi Chu said, "And he's not nervous at all... why did you have to drag me here to be a creator, bro?"
Fu Xingzhou tersely said, "Convenience."
Yi Chu: "..."
Yi Chu took a deep breath. "No, bro, aren't you being a little too generous to Sang Qiao? He just got married, and you're giving him resources and a car, even hiring an exclusive chef for him. Don't tell me you like him?"
Fu Xingzhou's voice on the phone sounded particularly cold. "I'm hanging up."
Yi Chu said, "..."
Damn.
So, hanging up means liking or not liking?
In his gossip-filled thoughts, Yi Chu welcomed the first episode recording of the program.
Similar to most talent shows, the first part of Your Stage's first episode was for the trainees to choose the class they thought suited their skills.
Sang Qiao took his beloved number tag and went straight for the back row of the F class, obediently taking a seat.
Looking around the stage, Sang Qiao was the first trainee to sit in the F class.
The camera crew gave him a close-up shot. "Why did you choose the F class as soon as you came up?"
Sang Qiao pursed his lips. "Because I feel like I belong in the 13s."
He had a natural screen presence, with delicate and fair features, looking especially attractive on camera.
The goal of the camera crew for the first episode was to engage the audience, so they didn't pass up the chance.
They immediately asked another question. "Then why did you come to participate in this program?"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Of course, it's because the company is about to go bankrupt, and the other artists have all terminated their contracts. But he couldn't say that in front of the camera.
So, Sang Qiao thought for a moment and solemnly said, "Well, probably because it includes free meals and accommodation..."
Author's note: Yi Chu: Today is another day standing at the forefront of indulgence in sugar, so happy.
Qiao Qiao: What sugar, I want some too 00