classifiedscript Chapter 384 Life is pretty comfortable
Chapter 384 Life is pretty comfortable
Chapter 384 Life is pretty comfortable
Hearing these earnest words of advice, Yu Huan nodded slightly and replied, "Dad, I understand."
Old Lin's face showed a look of satisfaction, and he continued, "You two are doing quite well in your careers now, but you can't be arrogant and complacent. Especially You Rong, you should humbly seek advice when participating in programs, and not put on airs just because you have some fame."
"Dad, how could I put on airs?" Lin Yourong muttered as she ate slowly. "With your tough love teaching me how to overcome setbacks, how could I ever be arrogant or complacent?"
His voice clearly carried a hint of grievance and impatience.
The mother-in-law quickly smiled and smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, let's eat. Old Lin, you should say less. Our daughter has always worked very hard, so let's not keep nagging her."
Old Lin, with food in his mouth, smiled upon hearing this.
After that, only the father-in-law and son-in-law chatted quietly about trivial matters at the newspaper during their meal.
Although somewhat quiet, a warm and cozy atmosphere permeated the air.
After the family finished eating, Yu Huan and Lin Yourong took the initiative to clean up.
Yu Huan stood by the sink, skillfully rinsing the dishes and chopsticks.
I glanced to the side and saw my mother-in-law standing there, fiddling with a tea canister, seemingly preparing to brew tea.
Yu Huan quickly and gently stopped her, saying, "Mom, I also installed an electric kettle and tea set in the karaoke room. It's still early, we can go there to drink tea and kill some time later."
The mother-in-law had just neatly arranged the four cups in a row and was about to put tea leaves in them.
Hearing this, she stopped what she was doing, smiled and said, "Okay, then let's go to the karaoke room later for tea and a chat. Hehe, you guys are living a pretty comfortable life."
Yu Huan knew that his wife and mother-in-law had a lot to talk about.
He busied himself with the sink, saying slowly, "Mom, I don't know if Rongrong has told you, but someone gave her a tea set before."
"That has been mentioned before."
"Yes! Then, I went to the market and bought a set of tea-drinking equipment. Rongrong thought it was useful and asked me to get some for Dad too."
"Really? She didn't say she asked you to buy that electric kettle that boils water automatically." The mother-in-law looked at her daughter wiping the stove and suddenly felt that her daughter was really sensible.
The mother-in-law smiled gently and continued, "That's good. You two can have tea together and relax sometimes."
Yu Huan quickly scrubbed the chopsticks, which were covered in foam, under the tap.
Water splashed everywhere, and she said with a contented tone, "Mom, when the weather is nice, we can set up a tea set on the terrace, sit there basking in the warm sun, and drink fragrant tea. That's what I call a good life."
The mother-in-law smiled and said, "That depends on whether you two have time, since you've both been so busy lately."
"I have plenty of time during the Spring Festival holiday, but I don't know about Rongrong." After saying this, Yu Huan shook the water off the chopsticks and neatly put them into the chopstick holder.
The mother-in-law looked at Yu Huan, who then squatted down and gently placed the dishes into the cupboard, and said, "Little Yu, besides participating in 'I Am a Singer' and recording a new album, You Rong will also be performing on CCTV's Lantern Festival Gala!"
"what?"
Upon hearing this sudden news, Yu Huan paused in her work of arranging the dishes, a look of surprise immediately appearing on her face.
Unlike the Spring Festival Gala, the Lantern Festival Gala is not broadcast live but pre-recorded, so its overall quality is a level higher than that of the Spring Festival Gala, and its content is also less restricted.
In other words, Lin Yourong would have to spend a few days in the capital before the Lantern Festival to record the Lantern Festival Gala.
Lin Yourong moved to the sink and turned on the tap.
Amidst the sound of running water, she squeezed out some dish soap and, while washing the rag, slowly picked up the conversation: "Honey, this matter hasn't been finalized yet. The director's team only contacted us today, and we still need to continue negotiations."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan secretly thought that this matter was probably true.
He closed the cabinet door, stood up, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Wife, fortunately your work progress is going relatively smoothly. As long as you manage your time properly, you should be able to handle it. Since you have this opportunity, you must seize it."
Lin Yourong wrung out the rag, draped it over the drainer, and nodded in response, "Mm."
The young couple quickly and efficiently cleaned up the kitchen.
Seeing that Lin Yourong was washing red grapes in a small stainless steel basin, Yu Huan realized that she had nothing else to do, so she dried her hands and turned to leave the kitchen first.
His gaze slowly swept around the living and dining room, but he found that his father-in-law was not there.
The door to the karaoke room was open, and soft light shone from inside. Without thinking, he walked towards it.
As soon as I turned around and stepped through the doorway, I saw Old Lin with his hands behind his back, looking at the photos on the wall with great interest.
Old Lin must have heard Yu Huan's light footsteps when he suddenly turned around.
He looked at Yu Huan with a questioning look in his eyes: "These photos at the back, were they taken by Xiao Meng when you went to the farm last time? There are ostriches too, it doesn't look like a zoo to me."
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Dad, you're amazing, you were right about everything."
After saying that, he raised his hand and gestured towards the beanbag chair, then said, "Dad, let's not stand here. Let's go sit over there and have some tea. Rongrong and Mom will come over in a bit."
"Okay." Old Lin nodded amiably and started walking.
Yu Huan didn't rush to follow Lao Lin's steps, but instead walked to the long table.
With his hands on the backs of the two rattan chairs, he gently pulled them out.
The rattan chairs were lightweight and not heavy. Yu Huan carried one in each hand and placed them steadily in front of the small coffee table, then adjusted their positions slightly.
Then, Yu Huan walked around from in front of Lao Lin to the inside of the sofa, bent down and sat down, and reached out to turn on the power. Then, he lightly touched the automatic water filling button.
Yu Huan's series of movements were skillful and smooth, but Lao Lin's gaze was drawn to the exquisite famille rose porcelain teapot on the table.
He reached out and picked it up, carefully examining the brightly colored and delicate floral and bird patterns.
Old Lin nodded slightly and praised, "This teapot is quite nice. The workmanship is exquisite, and the pattern is also very beautiful. It must not be cheap, right?"
"This was a gift for Rongrong," Yu Huan said, opening the tea canister, taking out a suitable amount of tea leaves, and holding them in her palm. "It's a Jingdezhen famille rose porcelain, so it must be expensive, but I'll have to find a chance to repay this favor later." Old Lin nodded slightly, gently placed the teapot in front of Yu Huan, and helped open the lid.
With a warm smile on his face, he said, "Indeed, we can't accept gifts from people for nothing. I often tell You Rong not to accept gifts from fans."
Yu Huan carefully poured the tea leaves in her palm into the teapot, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but ponder.
In today's entertainment industry, it is quite common for fans to spend money on their idols and provide support.
Take some popular celebrities as an example. In order to support their idols, fans not only organize large-scale support activities, but also empty their wallets to buy various peripheral products, vote for their idols, and even raise funds to send luxury gifts to their idols.
However, Lin Yourong openly refused to accept gifts of saplings.
She did a really good job in this regard, perhaps because of the advice given to her by a senior official in her family; she was very principled.
As the father-in-law and son-in-law talked, the water quickly boiled.
"Gurgle, gurgle," steaming hot air rose from the spout, like wisps of smoke dancing in the air.
Yu Huan picked up the tea tongs and skillfully took out four teacups from the sterilizer.
He then firmly grasped the handle of the electric kettle, pouring hot water into it while continuing to say, "Dad, Rongrong has always been very clear-headed about this, and hasn't made her fans spend money. I think that's right; relying on talent and her work is the only way to last."
Old Lin nodded slightly upon hearing this and said approvingly, "In the entertainment industry, which is a big melting pot, it is not easy to maintain one's original intention. Xiao Yu, you are so good at writing lyrics and composing music, and you are so famous online. You can be considered to have one foot in the entertainment industry. You two should make good use of this and not go astray."
Before the words were finished, the mother and daughter, each carrying a snack and a fruit platter, strolled in.
Lin Yourong, who was walking in front, frowned slightly when she heard her father's last words, and her gaze swept back and forth between her father and Yu Huan.
With a hint of curiosity and doubt, she asked, "Dad, what were you talking to Yu Huan about? What do you mean by 'don't go astray'?"
Yu Huan deftly poured the tea into the fairness cup, glanced at the crystal-clear tea as blue as amber, and smiled as he continued the conversation.
"Dad is praising you. He said that you don't accept gifts casually, and it's not easy to maintain your original intention in the entertainment industry. He also told us to cherish this opportunity and not to go astray."
"is it?"
Lin Yourong raised her eyebrows slightly, placed the fruit plate on one side of the coffee table, and gracefully moved to sit down opposite Yu Huan.
Yu Huan nodded without hesitation: "Of course, Dad has always cared about us and hopes that we can make steady progress in our careers."
Old Lin, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but smile with satisfaction when he heard Yu Huan's words.
“Which parent doesn’t want their child to be successful?” the mother-in-law chimed in with a beaming smile, her face full of kindness.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan looked at her mother-in-law and replied with a smile, "Mom, you're right. All parents want the best for their children."
The karaoke room was filled with the aroma of tea. The four of them sat around a small tea table, and soft lighting cast a warm glow on them.
Old Lin picked up his teacup and first gently sniffed it.
The rich aroma of the tea made him squint his eyes. After drinking it all in one gulp, he smacked his lips and exclaimed in admiration, "Yu Huan, your tea-brewing skills are getting better and better."
"Practice makes perfect," Yu Huan said with a bright smile.
"It feels so good to sit together as a family, drinking tea and chatting." The mother-in-law smiled, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then turned to Lin Yourong and said, "Yourong, just like your father always says, you must maintain a good attitude when you're out there, and never let fame and fortune cloud your judgment."
Lin Yourong nodded and said slowly, "Mom, I know. Actually, I also feel very lucky. With you and Dad supporting me behind the scenes, and Yu Huan always helping me write songs, I have been able to make such a smooth journey on this path."
Yu Huan popped two red grapes into her mouth, and as she chewed, the sweet juice spread throughout her mouth.
He took another sip of tea, the aroma filling his mouth and mingling with the sweet scent of red grapes, bringing him joy.
Hearing his wife's heartfelt words, he smiled and said, "We're family, of course we should support each other. You shine on stage, and I'll support you behind the scenes. That's what we should do. Besides, you work very hard yourself."
Lin Yourong smiled gently, her lips curving upwards: "Mmm!"
The family chatted over tea.
The topics ranged from everyday life to interesting anecdotes from work.
Time passed quietly in this warm atmosphere, and soon it was 10 p.m., the time for the broadcast of "I Am a Singer" arrived as scheduled.
The four of them got up and moved to the living room.
As soon as Yu Huan turned on the TV, she saw Wong Ka Kui on the screen saying with a solemn and serious expression:
"If you have the guts to come, if you have the guts to step in, you should be prepared for the possibility of being eliminated. Why can't we eliminate you?"
"I think to win, you have to accept and be able to face the possibility of losing..."
Seeing this scene, Lao Lin, who was sitting on the sofa, said loudly, "Huang Guanzhong was eliminated in the last episode. Is this a recap of the show?"
“That’s right,” Yu Huan replied.
Old Lin nodded and said to Lin Yourong on the other side of the sofa, "Yourong, what you said makes a lot of sense. To win, you have to be prepared to lose. You should have the same mindset when you participate in the competition. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
The mother-in-law chimed in, "That's right, don't worry too much about winning or losing in the short term, the important thing is to enjoy the process."
Lin Yourong watched the TV screen intently, listened to the elderly couple's words, and replied, "Yes, I will treat every performance as an opportunity for growth. No matter the outcome, I will do my best."
After the introductory recap at the beginning of the program, there is a montage of interviews.
The first singer to take the stage was Sha Baoliang. He had barely sung a few lines with great passion when the camera switched to Qi Zhen's dressing room.
Qi Zhen turned his face to the side and asked the person next to him with certainty, "Isn't it a little... off-key?"
Old Lin frowned as he listened to the less-than-ideal adaptation of the Hunan folk song "Liuyang River".
Even though he cleverly incorporated the Changsha dialect, Lao Lin didn't seem to be pleased and bluntly commented that "the singing didn't have the right feel."
“Indeed.” Yu Huan nodded in agreement, recalling that Sha Baoliang’s ranking in this round was not high either.
With his keen news sense, he came up with a headline without hesitation:
Sha Baoliang sang "Liuyang River" with such passion and abandon, while Qi Zhen looked helpless as he sang off-key!
(End of this chapter)