Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 182 Good meal is not afraid of being late
"Dad, is that a cloud?"

Pengpeng hugged Zhang Zhong's arm, stretched his neck and looked out of the porthole.

When this girl first took off, she was so frightened that she screamed and said something like "I'm going deaf". Now that the plane is stable, she becomes more courageous.

Zhang Chong glanced at the thick clouds outside, which glowed golden because of the sun shining on them.

He smiled and said, "It's clouds, isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah, it looks delicious, like cotton candy. It would be great if the cotton candy was this big."

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It took Jiang Yang to fly to Yanjing for a little over two hours, and it passed quickly. When landing, Peng Peng hugged his ears and said, "I'm going to be deaf again."

Zhang Zhong listened to her barking, but he didn't care about her anyway, it's not a bad thing to bark when taking off and landing, but Zhang Xingjun and his old couple, sitting in their seats so nervous that they couldn't speak, it's not good.

The hotel they booked before had a pick-up service, so Zhang Zhong and the others didn't have to look for transportation. After meeting with the hotel staff, the family rushed towards the hotel.

The Huaxia Youth Literature and Art Awards ceremony was held at the Huaxia Modern Literature Museum. Chen Qing considered the distance when booking a hotel and found the nearest hotel. The place where they live is only two kilometers away from the Cultural Museum. .

When they arrived at the hotel, it was past eleven o'clock. Since Peng Peng wanted to eat roast duck, they called a car and went to the most famous roast duck restaurant in Yanjing.

However, being the most famous also means having the most people. When Zhang Zhong and the others arrived, there was a crowd of people lined up outside the roast duck restaurant.

"Why don't we change places? There are not only roast duck restaurants in Yanjing." Zhang Zhong looked at the number he had just picked up in his hand, and felt that the queue would be long, so he proposed to change places.

But Zhang Xingjun shook his head and smiled, "It's okay. It's hard to come here. Of course, I want to eat the best. You don't have to worry about being late for a good meal. It doesn't matter if we wait a while."

"Otherwise, I'll wait here with your dad, and you and Chen Qing will take Pengpeng around." Hu Huifang said.

Chen Qing said with a smile, "Auntie, you don't need it. You can check the number on your phone. We don't need to queue here."

"Can this work?" Zhang Xingjun asked doubtfully.

"Okay, let's go shopping first."

After the family agreed, they started shopping around.

Zhang Chong's plan was to take them for a stroll, maybe he saw something delicious, so he wouldn't have to go back to the roast duck restaurant.

But Pengpeng's obsession with roast duck exceeded Zhang Zhong's expectations. Even if they saw something delicious, they could still hold back and must leave their stomachs to the roast duck restaurant.

After going around for more than an hour, they finally returned to the roast duck restaurant.

The saying that a good meal is not afraid of being late makes sense, because everyone has been hungry for a long time for this meal, not to mention that the roast duck is delicious, even if it is the kind that costs more than ten yuan on the roadside, it is estimated that it will be hard to eat. It is fragrant.

It was more than two o'clock after a meal, and they went shopping again. When it was more than four o'clock, Zhang Zhong asked Chen Qing to take his parents and Pengpeng back to the hotel, while he stayed here, because Zhuang Yu Places to eat at night are also nearby.

The time agreed with Zhuang Yu was six o'clock, and Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry, so he went to the hotel he had made an appointment with first, and then started to stroll around.

While walking, I suddenly received a call from Song Xiang.

"Congzi, have you come to Yanjing?"

Zhang Zhong couldn't help laughing when he heard Song Xiang speak with a Yanjing accent. This guy is a quick learner.

"Well, I'm in Taikoo Li now." Zhang Zhong said.

Hearing that Zhang Zhongren was in Taikoo Li, Song Xiang's voice suddenly turned up a tune, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me when you came to Yanjing? Let's have dinner together at night, and I'll go find you right now."

Zhang Zhong immediately said, "Don't, I have dinner tonight."

"What dinner? Can't push it?"

"I can't push it. We'll talk about the meal later."

"Then tomorrow."

"Not tomorrow."

"Not today, not tomorrow, why did you come to Yanjing?" Song Xiang asked.

Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "You know that Lin Lin told you that I came to Yanjing, so why didn't he tell you why I'm here?"

"No, why don't I still ask you?"

Probably Lin Lin also wanted to tell Song Xiang himself, so he didn't tell him.

Zhang Zhong told Song Xiang about his status as a fifth-grade vegetable and the fact that he came to receive the award.

After he finished speaking, Song Xiang didn't speak for at least ten seconds.

"Congzi, are you telling the truth?" After a long pause, Song Xiang asked, his voice still a little unbelievable.

"of course it's true."

"Fuck, it seems that I have to pay attention to the literary circle. I don't know about such a big thing. I hang up first. I'll check it out online, and I'll call you later."

"okay."

Zhang Zhong smiled, and thought that Song Xiang was still so obsessed.In fact, when he came to Yanjing, he thought about looking for Song Xiang, but his time was too tight, and Song Xiang might also be very busy, so he dismissed this idea.

"Hello sir, are you interested in Go?"

As soon as Zhang Chong put the phone in his pocket, a little girl approached him with a leaflet.

He glanced at the flyer in the opponent's hand, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't usually play chess."

"It's okay if you don't play chess, you can learn now. Besides Go, our book club has many other projects, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the teachers in our book club are all top-notch in the industry..."

Zhang Zhong didn't listen to the little girl's words carefully, and glanced inside their bookstore. He could see a picture of writing through the glass window, and he pointed to the picture and asked, "Is this written by the teacher of your bookstore?"

The little girl nodded again and again, "Yes, this is written by teacher Zhang Huaizhen from our book club. He is a member of our Huaxia Calligraphers and Painters Association and has won many domestic and foreign awards."

Zhang nodded, "Yes."

After humming, he turned around and was about to leave. The little girl was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly followed, "Sir, I see that you are very interested in calligraphy, why don't you go in and take a look? Our bookstore has free courses for you, master." Instruct in person, and then apply for classes if you are satisfied. Good handwriting is like a beautiful postcard. I think you are also a successful person. If you can write good handwriting again, it will definitely give you a lot of points."

Seeing the little girl chasing after her, Zhang Chong smiled and said, "You don't need to recommend any more, I'm not from Yanjing, I'm just here for business, so there's no need to waste time on me."

"Sir, it doesn't matter. Even if you don't sign up for calligraphy class, you can go in and take a look. There is also a tea art exhibition in our agency, and you can taste it for free."

Zhang Zhong looked at the girl in front of him, among other things, she had a lot of shame and was a selling material.

He looked at the time again, and it was still early for dinner, so he nodded at the girl, "Okay then, I'll go in and have a look."

　Thanks for the reward of [Infinite Menglong Orpheus]
　　Thanks big man!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)