Entertainment: From Dragon Sleeve To Superstar

Chapter 179: Nine to Five

Wang Zhengyu contacted other guests through the invisible headset...

"Don’t freeze up, everyone, let’s move. Teacher Huang starts to cook, and other people start to help. Do whatever they can do to attract the attention of fans in the live broadcast room. You do it, the fans are more. I only pay attention to Mu Han alone..."

Everyone realized this after hearing what Wang Zhengyu said.

They all work together to act.

"Teacher Huang is going to cook."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Huang, you are going to cook, everyone is waiting for breakfast."

Huang Lei: "..."

f*ck, co-authoring is my fault again?

Okay, bear it, who makes his temper good.

Huang Lei started cooking, and everyone else went up to help, and they all moved...

Even Bai Lao, under the command of Wang Zhengyu, played Tai Chi in the yard...

Attract fans.

The small plane for aerial photography is in the air, flying around, catching the highlights as much as possible, and simultaneously live broadcast to the live broadcast room...

Some operations.

finally.

The fans in the live broadcast room were settled a little...

It was improvised to see the white guy punching, and Reba, Zhang Zifeng, Ouyang, the three little fairies, doing things...

This was the main point of the show before.

But now, Mu Han has appeared. There are too many surprises and too many surprises, and the fans in the live broadcast room are full of tastes.

It was almost 9:00 when the food was ready, and Mu Han hadn't gotten up yet.

Huang Lei was speechless, and contacted Wang Zhengyu vaguely: "Director, the food is ready, what should I do before Mu Han wakes up, or should I wake him up?"

"Don't." Wang Zhengyu said immediately: "That would be impolite."

Huang Lei: "..."

f*ck, when did I become so polite in front of guests? Why have I never enjoyed it?

Wang Zhengyu continued: "If you delay it for a while, until 9:00, Mu Han should wake up. He has the habit of sleeping until 9:00."

Wang Zhengyu had a phone call with Director Wang on this point. After contacting him, he just learned about it.

Mu Han got out of bed so late, Wang Zhengyu made a call with Director Wang to inquire about the situation and see if it was. Mu Han was awake naturally when he imagined that he would fall asleep.

If not, he would have someone call Mu Han to wake up.

The results obtained.

It’s really just like he thought, when Mu Han filmed the film and signed the contract with Director Wang, he had to add one, nine to five...

Now Wang Zhengyu is sure that Mu Han must have the habit of waking up naturally until 9:00 in the morning.

Moreover, a clause must be added to the contract for this, so this should not disturb him until he wakes up naturally.

otherwise.

This guy might just pick up and leave...

Even when he talked to Wang Dao on the phone before, Wang Dao said in particular that Mu Han had a bad temper.

Huang Lei delayed the progress of cooking, letting the dinner go out for a while, and vomited in a gloomy heart: "What is the name of riding a horse?"

Until 9:00.

With a squeak, the door to Mu Han's room opened. Mu Han walked out, looking like he had just woke up, stretched his waist: "You are all up, you got up so early..."

The corners of other people's mouths kept twitching.

TM!

It’s not that we are early, but you are too late, okay?

Of course Mu Han was already awake, but he had to pretend to sleep in the room, and did not get up until 9:00.

He is tired too!

Dammit, this kind of 24-hour filming program is really not made by humans.

He vowed in his heart that he would never participate in such a show again next time.

In other words, to participate in this kind of show, he has to explain a little in advance, from 9 to 5...

"Ha ha…"

Huang Lei smiled: "Mu Han, you are up, just now the meal is ready, come, come, everyone to eat..."

When he said this, Huang Lei almost vomited himself.

f*ck, it's against your intentions!

Starting to eat breakfast, everyone sat down around the table.

Breakfast is very simple, that is, a pot of porridge is cooked, and then Huang Lei pickles some bamboo shoots.

Of course, everyone doesn't eat too much for breakfast.

The most important thing is that Mu Han only got up so late, and there was no chance of wanting to eat the food he cooked.

Everyone drank the porridge silently and ate some pickled bamboo shoots to fill their stomachs. It was enough if they could persist until noon.

Mu Han took a sip of porridge and said, "Teacher Huang, this porridge is too bad..."

Huang Lei: "..."

You won’t get up until you are done, and you have to continue to boil, of course you are rotten.

Mu Han took another bite of bamboo shoots and frowned, but said nothing.

Although the bamboo shoots are not marinated, they can be eaten.

Mu Han didn’t bother to make it again. After all, it was just a pickled bamboo shoot. It used too little condiments. Even with his magical cooking skills, there is not much room for operation, and the taste can be improved, but it won’t. Too much improvement.

After all, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

Huang Lei noticed Mu Han's expression, and felt even more uncomfortable, and said, "Is the bamboo shoot slices smelling wrong?"

Huang Lei's heart is full of little resentment. You did a good job, but you did it, and you only get up now. If you don't do it, you are still pointing your fingers at it. Is there such a bullying of honest people?

Mu Han nodded and said, "It's almost like that..."

Huang Lei said angrily: "There is also a bamboo shoot. Go and make another one. You make it delicious, and everyone loves it."

Ugh... the baby is so difficult, I am aggrieved...

"Also..."

Mu Han nodded and went to pickle the bamboo shoots again...

moment.

He Jiong, Liu Xianhua, Reba, Zhang Zaifeng, Ouyang, which eyes are bright.

Looking forward to...

"Ugh!"

Huang Lei sighed silently, the life he was yearning for could not go on...

at this time.

Mu Han said: "Teacher Huang, come here, let me guide you about the points you should pay attention to when pickling bamboo shoots..."