Zhang Ye did not refuse, "Then I'll not stand on ceremony. Your cooking skills are right up my alley. Just thinking about your cooking makes me salivate. I'll eat another meal of yours."
Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "That's all that matters if you like it. If you aren't satisfied with anything, you can give me suggestions so that I can improve. You sometimes don't mean what you say."
Zhang Ye said exasperatedly, "No, it's really delicious. I'm not trying to curry favor with you."
Wu Zeqing chuckled. "Alright. Take a seat. I'll prepare lunch. If you want some tea, pour it yourself. If you want to watch TV, go ahead and change the channel. Make yourself at home."
Zhang Ye wanted to help out, but was rejected by Wu Zeqing. She was adamant about not letting him do anything. Zhang Ye could only sit on the sofa watching TV. From time to time, he would glance at the beautiful figure busying herself in the open kitchen. Wu Zeqing was wearing a white sweater. It had a wide and plump style and was not furry. It had a lot of leeway. Her pants were an ordinary whitish-gray pair of slacks. She was very suitable for such pale, light colored clothes, as it made her have an endearing temperament. She looked very gentle with her flowing hair. Hey, let's stop talking about it!
Washing the vegetables.
Cutting the vegetables.
This scene was like a piece of art.
Be it her work or cooking, Wu Zeqing did thinks very calmly. She was the kind that did things neither too fast nor too slow. She was never flustered and did things prim and proper.
She was done cooking.
The two of them began eating.
"Oh! Delicious!"
"The fire was a bit too big for the potatoes. It wasn't done well."
"Not at all, this level of heat is perfect. It wouldn't be nice if it’s too crumbly."
The television was always on Beijing Television Station. Suddenly, a familiar jingle was heard.
Zhang Ye's ears perked up when he heard it. He cleared his throat and put down his chopsticks, immediately looking at the TV screen. "Sis Wu, it has begun. This is the commercial."
Wu Zeqing also turned her head to look at it.
The commercial was aired right after a Beijing Television Station entertainment program which had pretty good ratings. The time slot was also not bad. Immediately, there were two characters Zhang Ye was familiar with on the screen. One was an old man, and another an old woman. This was designed by a professional according to Zhang Ye's requirements. It was nearly produced in the exact same fashion as his world's "Brain Platinum" television commercial.
The moment they appeared, the two old animated characters began dancing.
"I will not accept any gifts this year!"
No gifts accepted, no gifts accepted! No gifts accepted, no gifts accepted!"
"The only gift I will accept is Brain Gold! Brain...Gold!"
The final scene was Zhang Ye holding Brain Gold's commercial logo. It was about a second long. Zhang Ye's picture was fleeting because in the next moment, the commercial ended.
Wu Zeqing did not speak a word.
Zhang Ye coughed and said, "Was that OK?"
She asked, "You only have that one shot?"
Zhang Ye acknowledged, "The main focus wasn't supposed to be me."
Wu Zeqing laughed, saying, "I won't evaluate the commercial. I don't have much prior knowledge on this subject. You are the professional in this area. You have done a few commercials, and all of them have been successful. You naturally have much more say and authority than others. Since you planned on doing it this way, you definitely have your reasons. Here, let's carry on eating."
Upon hearing what she said, Zhang Ye started to feel the pressure. "Actually, I only am 90% confident. There is always a 10% chance of uncertainty. You can never be sure of some things."
Wu Zeqing comforted him. "I've seen a poem before, called 'In Future We Trust'. I heard it even saved a life. That poem was written by you, right? I think it was very good. Believe in yourself. You have the strength and the ability. What should be done has been done. Doubt and fear do not help you in any way. Even if Little Mo's company goes bankrupt, it is also due to his mismanagement as he lacks talent in business. It had nothing to do with you."
It may be the case, but if it was any other company, Zhang Ye would have just been their spokesperson and not worry about anything else, but this time, it was different. It was Wu Zeqing's nephew's company, so Zhang Ye was naturally very concerned about it. He would not fool or joke around with such matters.
Let's hope so!
Let's hope the trajectory would be the same as his worlds!