boyutpedia Chapter 173 My Grandma
Chapter 173 My Grandma
Fu Xiuyan returned on time, without even taking the time to rest in the hotel, and went directly to the set from the airport.
On the way to the crew, Fu Xiuyan listened to the audio sent by Xia Yang over and over again.
When I arrived at the set, I was still wearing headphones.
I went to report to Director Li first. Fu Xiuyan was in a very good mood, but Director Li, for some reason, had a dark face and said sarcastically, "Teacher Fu is indeed very famous. Even if he took a plane, everyone would know about it."
Fu Xiuyan was full of things to say, but he had no one to talk to. When Director Li bumped into him, there was no way he'd let him go. He simply sat down where he was, and asked Xiao Wang to call the makeup artist over to Director Li's side to do his makeup. He found a chair and settled down comfortably.
"You're overpraising me. If I weren't well-known, Director Li wouldn't have hired me."
Director Li glanced at Fu Xiuyan, a little puzzled. He didn't even retort to him, which was not his usual style.
"Can you come back later?"
Fu Xiuyan glanced at his watch and said seriously, "I'll try next time. It's a little early this time. But there are no more suitable flights. You know I'm never late. A later flight would be too late."
Director Li was furious and pointed at his watch, "You call this early? The makeup artist has been circling the set looking for you for three rounds, and you've only just arrived. You call this early?"
Fu Xiuyan raised his eyebrows: "Am I late? Did I affect the work?"
Director Li was speechless: "That's not the case. But..." Calculating the time, he still had more than an hour to rest after the installation. In fact, because the previous scene had not been filmed smoothly, he would have to wait even longer.
Fu Xiuyan swung his legs and spoke slowly, "Just because I always arrive on set an hour early, you think I should always arrive an hour early. If I only arrive fifty minutes early, you'll think I'm late. Director Li, how is this any different from moral kidnapping?"
I thought this person had changed his personality today, but I didn't expect that he would be exposed after just two sentences, and he would be so petty.
"Okay, okay. I was wrong. I apologize."
The makeup artist just happened to come over, and Director Li and Fu Xiuyan both returned to their appearance in front of outsiders.
The makeup artist skillfully opened her makeup case and applied makeup to Fu Xiuyan. As she did so, she exclaimed, "Teacher Fu has such great skin despite all the travel. I'm really envious."
Director Li grumbled nearby, "Is it a good thing that he has good skin? We even had to go to the trouble of roughening his skin. I've already told you to stop taking care of your face lately, stop taking care of your face, and you're just not listening!"
The makeup artist didn't dare to speak again.
Fu Xiuyan said with a hint of meaning: "So some people keep exploiting me. It's not enough that I don't have any rest time on the set. But I have to fly back and forth like this. I'm always going from the set to the airport, and then back to the set. My schedule is so squeezed. And I'm still criticized for coming back too late."
"You kid..." Director Li didn't utter the last few words, his lips forming a picture of him: "You're taking advantage of me." Others might not know, but how could he not know? He knew exactly who was behind this radiant look. He was now increasingly certain that Xia Yang had deceived him. He had found an excuse to trick Fu Xiuyan away from him. He had trusted Xia Yang so much, and despite his good looks, he hadn't expected her to be just as cunning as Fu Xiuyan.
Fu Xiuyan saw Xiao Wang coming in from the corner of his eye and said, "I brought you some pickles, do you want some?"
Director Li's wrinkled face immediately broke into a smile: "Yes, yes, yes! Is this it?" Director Li pointed at the two lunch boxes that Xiao Wang was holding and asked.
Xiao Wang quickly handed it over. Director Li couldn't wait to open it: "Hmm, this is the smell. It smells really authentic. Where did you buy it?"
The makeup artist couldn't help but say, "This looks like it was made by hand. The ones you buy will look brighter in color, but they won't taste nearly as good."
Director Li asked in surprise, "You're just a little girl, and you know how to pickle vegetables?"
The makeup artist smiled and said, "I don't know how to do it. When my grandma was alive, she would pickle a lot every year and send it to me. Later, I bought pickles from many other places, but none of them tasted like grandma's. So I figured it out." The makeup artist said casually. After speaking, he took a step back and took a look at Fu Xiuyan's makeup. He was very satisfied. He said to Fu Xiuyan, "Mr. Fu, it's done. I'll go to the set and adjust the details for you when you start shooting."
"Hard."
"It's not hard, it's my duty." The makeup artist lowered her head to pack her makeup case. Every time she finished applying makeup to Fu Xiuyan, he would say thank you for your hard work. She was used to it, but she was always happy to hear that her work was respected in this way.
Today, as usual, I packed up my things and prepared to leave, but Fu Xiuyan stopped me and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting. Take this and try it."
It's a pickle.
"This, isn't it? I didn't wait that long..." The makeup artist was a little flattered. Compared to other celebrities who acted like big shots, doing makeup for Teacher Fu was a huge gift from heaven!
Director Li was also confused. The two portions of pickles in his hand suddenly became one.
"Take it and eat it. My family made it." Seeing Director Li also looking at the pickled vegetables with envy, the makeup artist quickly took it in her hands: "Thank you, Teacher Fu!" Then she went out quickly, fearing that if she walked too slowly, Director Li would snatch it back.
Before the door closed behind her, she heard Director Li ask Fu Xiuyan, "Who made these pickles?"
Then Fu Xiuyan replied with a smile: "My grandmother."
Inside the closed room, Director Li was surprised: "Grandma? Isn't she your grandma?"
Fu Xiuyan rolled his eyes: "Grandma Xia Xia is not my grandma?"
Director Li thought to himself, "That's not true. We're just dating, how dare you call someone else's grandmother your own?" But Director Li had just received a benefit, so he didn't dare to say anything, fearing that if he did, he'd lose the only box he had left.
"Since your grandma made it, you should have a lot. Can you give me another box? This one is not enough." Director Li said.
Fu Xiuyan refused mercilessly: "No more."
Director Li was suspicious: "No more? You came all this way, and this is all you brought?"
"I'm going back to work. Could it be that I'm specifically going to move pickles?"
Director Li searched Fu Xiuyan's face twice, but couldn't find anything unusual. He sighed and said, "Alright, if you have any in the future, remember to save some for me. Also, why didn't Xiaoxia come back with you?"
Fu Xiuyan frowned unhappily: "What's wrong with you? You're either thinking about my pickles or my wife. Don't you have a wife yourself?"
Director Li was so angry that he jumped up and down. "Can't you have some basis for what you said? You said I was thinking about your pickles, I admit it. But when did I ever think about your wife? You should know when to stop spreading rumors. Don't be so cruel that you even spread rumors about your own wife!"
"What does it have to do with my wife? She's staying home peacefully. It's you who keeps asking about her whereabouts."
"Don't get so ridiculous! When did I ever ask about your wife's whereabouts? Wasn't I just asking about the progress of your theme song?"
"If you're asking about the theme song, then just say the theme song. Why are you asking me if my wife is here? Besides, you booked that crappy hotel, are the conditions suitable for human habitation? Isn't it enough that I'm suffering here alone? You want my precious wife to suffer here too?!"
"What's wrong with the hotel I booked? I booked the best hotel in the area. You even said it was great at the beginning."
"I'm fine with any kind of accommodation, but not my wife! Is he the same as rough people like you and me? I feel it's unfair for my wife to live in a five-star hotel in the city. Last time, I was heartbroken when she reluctantly stayed here for a while because of your crappy song. You still have the nerve to ask him why he didn't come this time?"
"I'm just asking..."