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Lu Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at her again, and asked her, "Do you know how to cook?"

"It's not really good, it's just that I have lived alone for a long time, and I can barely know a few simple dishes, but I can't do too complicated ones." Song Yan thought for a while and said.

The recipe of egg custard is very simple, and the taste is not bad. It is the best dish she can make.

Lu Yan Shen nodded, walked straight into the restaurant without saying anything, and sat down at the dining table.

He arrived at the apartment on time every day, neither early nor late, just in time for dinner, as if he had calculated it right.

Song Yan had no choice but to put the egg custard in her hand on the dining table, took off her gloves, and sat down.

"Did mother make this by herself?"

Chengcheng knew that Song Yan was going to cook tonight, and he was looking forward to it. Looking at the steaming bowl of egg custard, it was like looking at some big baby.

Egg custard is a food that most children have eaten, and Cheng Cheng is no exception.

When he used to live in his ancestral home, he had egg custard in his daily breakfast recipe, which was nutritious and easy to digest, especially suitable for children's fragile stomachs.

Cheng Cheng got a little tired of eating.

But today's egg custard is different. It was made by Song Yan herself. In the eyes of the little guy, it has its own halo. No matter how ordinary it is, it has become extraordinarily delicious.

"That's right. Didn't you eat a lot when you ate hot pot yesterday? I'm afraid you may have indigestion, so I'll eat something easy to digest tonight. Let's try it first." Song Yan smiled and stretched out her hand to hold He took a bowl and placed it in front of the little guy.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt a faint gaze fall on him.

"..."

Song Yan froze for a moment, raised her head silently, and saw the owner of her gaze——Lu Yanchen looking at her expressionlessly.

uh, what does that mean?
Seeing her dazed expression, Lu Yanshen didn't seem to understand, so his eyes moved down slightly, and fell on the male spoon she was holding.

Song Yan looked at him, and then at the spoon in her hand, as if she had realized something, so she tentatively asked, "Do you want to try Mr. Lu too?"

"Thank you."

Lu Yan said coldly, and then handed over the small bowl in front of him.

Song Yan: "..."

The boss is willing to join in, how can she refuse?

So I had no choice but to serve him a bowl too, which was not much less than Xiaotuanzi.

She was afraid that Lu Yanchen would not get used to her poor craftsmanship, so she didn't dare to serve too much.

Lu Yanchen took the small bowl, glanced at it lightly, said nothing, but pursed her thin lips slightly.

Cheng Cheng on the side didn't think too much, and started eating directly with a small bowl, his eyes sparkling.

Originally, Song Yan didn't make much egg custard, most of it went into his stomach, and the remaining half was rounded up by Lu Yanchen, but she didn't eat a single bite.

Song Yan looked confused: "..."

If the egg custard in the bowl hadn't been scraped clean, and there was nothing left, she really wanted to have a taste, to see if her craftsmanship had improved a lot without knowing it, and the casually made things were so popular. welcome.

Especially after eating egg custard, Cheng Cheng still looked up at his little face, with an expression of anticipation that he hadn't eaten enough and still wanted to eat, which made Song Yan helpless, so she had to promise to continue making it for him at noon tomorrow.

Forget about breakfast.

She was afraid that if she did it too slowly, she would make the little guy hungry.

……

One morning after a few days.

Song Yan got up very early, and was sitting on the hanging chair on the balcony reading the script after breakfast, when the cell phone that was placed aside suddenly rang.

Meng Yang's number was displayed on the screen.

If she remembered correctly, Meng Yang never called her again after the incident at the Liu Guangyi Wine Bureau.

What is the reason for calling suddenly now?

Song Yan was a little vigilant, she answered the phone and asked, "Brother Meng, what's the matter?"

"At [-]:[-] noon today, you'd better not be late for the start-up ceremony of the crew at the Vitu Grand Hotel." Meng Yang said forcefully on the phone.

When Song Yan heard this, she immediately glanced at the clock on the wall, it was only before seven o'clock in the morning.

There are still five more hours, more than enough time.

It's strange that Meng Yang took the initiative to call her to remind her?
That's not his style.

"Twelve o'clock at noon? Are you sure, Brother Meng?" Song Yan didn't believe him, so she asked again.

What she was worried about was that Meng Yang deliberately told the wrong time and misled her to be late.

Meng Yang heard her doubts, and snorted coldly: "Why? Are you afraid I'll lie to you? Then you can call the crew and ask. Anyway, you are very capable, so I don't need to worry about it?"

"Okay then, I'll call and ask the crew later." Song Yan said that intentionally.

"It's up to you, believe it or not!" Meng Yang was annoyed immediately, and hung up the phone directly.

This reaction is quite normal, and I don't want to be a guilty conscience to deceive her.

Song Yan held the mobile phone, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, still a little worried, so she simply called the official number of the crew.

"Hello, I want to ask, are you holding the opening ceremony at twelve noon today?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure it's this time? Did you make a mistake?"

"How can this be wrong? It is indeed starting on time at twelve o'clock, and it is clearly written on the invitation letter. Are you a reporter from which media? If you don't receive the invitation letter, you can't enter the venue!"

The tone of the staff was very firm, because Song Yan didn't reveal her identity, and thought she was a reporter from a media company that didn't have an invitation letter, so she kindly advised her.

On occasions like the opening ceremony, the crew usually only invites familiar media to report. Without an invitation letter, they are not allowed to enter the infield. They can only stay outside to shoot, which has little news value.

Song Yan blurted out her identity casually, and after hanging up the phone, she felt much more at ease.

It seems that Meng Yang really changed his temper this time.

It's really rare that he didn't deliberately trick her...

It was probably because Meng Yang tried every means to trick her into a habit, and it was rare that she didn't get tricked once. Instead, Song Yan felt an unreal feeling in her heart.

In any case, it is never a bad thing to be cautious in everything.

Song Yan soon felt relieved, calculated the time in her heart, then hurriedly got up and went back to her room, changed her clothes, took cash and wallet and prepared to go out.

Lu Yanshen is not here, it is said that he is going to attend a very important reception.

Before she left, she talked to the housekeeper and greeted Cheng Cheng, and then she went out in peace, took a taxi and went straight to the shopping mall.

Although Meng Yang didn't particularly trick her this time, it was a bit late to remind her to start the machine.

According to the normal situation, when an artist has an event to attend, the agent must arrange the itinerary at least a few days in advance to help the artist prepare all the dresses and so on, so that there will be no mistakes when the event is imminent.