newbobooks Chapter 1153 The Declaration of the Queen of Fried Rice
Chapter 1153 The Declaration of the Queen of Fried Rice
The kitchen quickly prepared a plate of egg fried rice for Ye Xitang, and the aunt called her to go to the dining room for dinner.
Ye Xitang held Su Xing's hand with one hand and He Xinglan's hand with the other, saying, "It's no fun eating by myself, you two keep me company."
Su Xing and He Xinglan both found it somewhat amusing, but they still accompanied Ye Xitang to the restaurant.
The chef at the He family is truly skilled. A simple egg fried rice is made to look incredibly appetizing. The aroma of oil mixed with the fresh scent of scallions wafts straight into everyone's noses. Each grain of rice is distinct and not sticky, coated with glistening, golden egg crumbs. Tender diced ham and peas are scattered among the rice and egg crumbs, making it a beautiful and nutritious dish.
Ye Xitang sat down and took a deep, blissful breath.
Su Xing and He Xinglan sat down opposite Ye Xitang.
Ye Xitang couldn't wait to grab a spoon, scoop up a big spoonful of fried rice, and stuff it into her mouth.
The first taste was the aroma of eggs that hit her taste buds, followed by the sweetness of rice as she chewed, and the saltiness was just right.
The more she chewed, the more delicious it tasted; she was so happy she almost cried…
Seeing her like this, He Xinglan couldn't help but say, "Why do you have to make yourself like this? Even if you want to control your weight, you can't go too far, can you?"
Su Xing also felt that when he saw Ye Xitang the last two times, she looked several pounds thinner than before, even though she used to have a great figure.
She couldn't help but advise, "I think health is more important. You don't need to be too thin, do you?"
Ye Xitang swallowed the food in her mouth and sighed, "Didn't I act in a few dramas? Wasn't it all for the sake of looking good on camera..."
Su Xing and He Xinglan exchanged a glance and sighed in unison.
Actors do indeed appear 10 pounds heavier on camera. There used to be many plump and full-figured actors on television, but now they are rarely seen; everyone is very thin.
Su Xing asked Ye Xitang, "Are you going to change your career path and act in more dramas?"
She remembered that in her previous life, Ye Xitang's main profession was as a singer.
Ye Xitang paused in her eating, "No, it's not that. I still prefer writing and singing songs, and occasionally doing a cameo in a drama for fun. But when it comes to appearing on camera, I need to look better, otherwise I'll get criticized by the audience."
She paused, then sighed, "But my creative work hasn't been going well lately either..."
He Xinglan said, "Didn't you write a song a while ago?"
Ye Xitang shook her head, "I'm not very satisfied. Let's leave it for now and revise it when we feel more comfortable with it."
Su Xing asked, "What kind of song are you looking to write recently?"
Ye Xitang swallowed another mouthful of fried rice and said, "The producer said he hopes I can create a more down-to-earth song that can resonate with ordinary people."
She gave a wry smile and continued, "I think I'm down-to-earth enough, aren't I? I'm just an ordinary person, how much more down-to-earth do I need to be?"
Su Xing's lips twitched. "Don't you have some kind of misunderstanding about 'ordinary people'?"
Ye Xitang stared at her with wide eyes, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"
Su Xing said, "Your family background, your upbringing, your education, and your current status as an artist—where is there anything about you that is ordinary?"
Ye Xitang: "...Huh?"
She always felt that she was no different from the people around her.
He Xinglan couldn't help but laugh at her, saying, "I think my sister-in-law is right."
Although she and Ye Xitang had similar upbringing, she never revealed her family background when interacting with her classmates at school. Instead, she experienced the life of an ordinary student, and she felt that she was more down-to-earth than Ye Xitang.
Ye Xitang was very upset, and then took another big bite of fried rice.
Waaaaah~~ Egg fried rice is so delicious...
Looking at Ye Xitang wolfing down her food, Su Xing suddenly said, "Actually, you're not without a down-to-earth side too."
Upon hearing this, Ye Xitang immediately looked up and asked, "Really? Where? Where?"
Su Xing laughed and said, "This plate of fried rice is quite down-to-earth, and the way you eat is also very down-to-earth."
She recalled skating and eating braised pork offal with Ye Xitang and He Xinglan in winter. Ye Xitang was very down-to-earth back then.
Ye Xitang was stunned, and He Xinglan was also somewhat surprised.
Su Xing thought for a moment and then said, "Isn't being down-to-earth just about the daily life we all lead? Do you know how ordinary people make fried rice? They use leftover rice from the previous day and the last eggs in the refrigerator. They just stir-fry it in a hot pan, and that's the simplest and most convenient dinner."
He Xinglan, who was standing next to her, chimed in, "That's right! When you're struggling for inspiration, isn't it just like this bowl of fried rice? Add an egg, sprinkle some seasoning, and it'll smell delicious, right? Songs should be the same!"
Su Xing said, "My personal, somewhat shallow, thought is that songs don't need to be afraid of being 'not sophisticated enough.' When people live their lives, dealing with work, the pressure of studying, and the pressure to get married at home, it's just like using light and dark soy sauce for seasoning and stirring the wok with a spatula—there aren't that many fancy tricks, but they can 'fight against the whole world'!"
He Xinglan said, "If you're afraid of being out of touch with reality, then don't write about yourself. Write more about the various aspects of life, like your assistant? Your agent? The waiters you meet in restaurants, the flight attendants you meet on airplanes? What are their lives and work like? By the way, my roommate called her cousin a few days ago, and her cousin kept crying on the phone, saying that she was revising a PPT until midnight, getting scolded by her boss at work, and being pressured by her parents to go on blind dates after get off work... Life is so tiring every day, but she still has to keep going. I think she can represent many ordinary girls, right?"
Ye Xitang looked down at the half-eaten fried rice on her plate, then looked up at Su Xing and He Xinglan.
"Do you think that if you wrote a song about fried rice, would that be considered down-to-earth?"
Su Xing and He Xinglan were taken aback for a moment, then both laughed and said in unison, "It's settled!"
Ye Xitang snapped her fingers, "I love you all so much!"
She started eating faster, finishing the rest of the fried rice and eggs in just a few bites.
She pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, then said to Su Xing and He Xinglan, "Come upstairs with me!"
Several of the younger members of the He family have rooms in the old house, including Ye Xitang, whose room contains a guitar.
Ye Xitang pulled Su Xing and He Xinglan away from the restaurant.
She called out to He Xu, "Brother, sister-in-law, come upstairs with me for a while!"
After saying that, she didn't wait for He Xu's response and pulled Su Xing and He Xinglan upstairs.
The three girls went into the room.
Ye Xitang took out several pens and notebooks and handed one set to each of Su Xing and He Xinglan.
She said, "How about we collaborate on the lyrics? I'll credit you both!"
Su Xing hesitated and said, "I'm happy to help you find inspiration, but I can't write songs."
He Xinglan, however, became interested. "I think we should give it a try!"
Ye Xitang said, "Just write according to your feelings. I'll help you unify the style."
Su Xing hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Let's give it a try..."
The three girls took turns contributing lyrics to create a song, which was then polished and revised by Ye Xitang.
She held the other animals in her arms and hummed a tune from time to time.
The final version of the lyrics looks like this.
"The Queen of Fried Rice's Declaration"
Verse:
Scallions rebelled in the frying pan.
Leftover rice and eggs form a new pairing.
Light soy sauce is used to draw talismans, while dark soy sauce is used to launch hidden weapons.
The spatula is my scepter, used against the whole world.
Pre-chorus:
The lingering resentment from the previous night bursts into fragrance.
Practice spinning a single's ring in a microwave oven.
Broccoli held up a green support flag.
Diced carrots collectively danced disco in protest.
refrain:
Fried rice with egg! Fried rice with egg!
Turn life into something special on the Gold Coast.
Salt is a declaration of war against mediocrity.
A burnt brown hue is the highest level of romance.
Verse:
The PPT was cooked until it was seven-tenths golden brown.
The mortgage payments crumbled into shiny shrimp pieces.
If your ex is as spicy as an onion, just dump it away.
My best friend's message is fermenting on Douban (a Chinese social media platform).
Plot segment:
Singles tax, marriage pressure orders—fry them all until crispy.
Overtime pay, age limit, marinate with cooking wine until flavorful.
Sprinkle some starlight as a flavor enhancer, like chicken bouillon.
Flip the wok and throw away all the perfect life guides.
refrain:
Fried rice with egg! Fried rice with egg!
Polish the crown with the oil-stained apron.
Who says you're doomed if you don't get married by thirty?
My wok-fried aroma is so strong it's like a galaxy of its own menu!
end:
Mom! The pot's burnt!
Shh! This is called the Michelin three-star caramel flavor!
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