Electro-optical Phantom [Entertainment]

When Gao Tezhu called, he picked up the cabbage rolls.

When Cai Juan answered the phone, she panicked, "Hello, yes, my last name is Cai, Assistant Gao, right?"

"Oh, she didn't bring her mobile phone and went for a walk. Maybe she was thinking about the script."

"Eating? Is it a formal occasion?"

"Okay, okay, I will tell her."

When I hung up the phone, Naimun scratched his head and became more nervous. He had been out of Shencheng for more than two months, and he had forgotten that Xiaoyuan had signed a contract with Weizhuang.

When Xiaoyuan came back, Caijuan finished talking to her, and the facial features on her face were still tugging, "What to do, what to do? I didn't bring you any clothes!"

Xiaoyuan was stunned for a while, and then said, "I just want to wear what I want. Didn't that assistant Gao said it? It's not a big occasion."

"Then who knows, it's the occasion that Wei Zhuang wants to take you there after all." Cai Juan took a breath, "In what capacity will she take you out?"

"Oh, I just said that the contract is not good. I didn't write anything, that is to say, everything is fine?" The curly hair of the cabbage was scratched.

He made up a lot of plots that shouldn't be there.

"Don't be nervous, I don't think...no." Xiaoyuan comforted her. She really felt that Wei Zhuang would not do things that made herself too embarrassing. She had this premonition.

Cai Juan shook his head, saying that he couldn't participate in this topic. He went to the closet to pick clothes for her.

Picking and picking, I picked a niche designer brand of silk over-the-knee skirt, with irregular splash ink patterns in white, and a black court style blouse with a circle of black lace on the puff cuffs.

The shoes are also made by a Korean designer, a pair of avocado green square-toe flat shoes, with a bow on the toe, making her feet very white.

"We didn't bring any jewelry." Cai Juan sighed.

"Is that right?" Xiaoyuan was referring to CHANEL's middle-aged ear clips, with green glaze inlaid between the gold petals.

"It's not bad." The vegetable roll picked it up and said helplessly: "But there is only one, and the other one does not know where it has fallen!"

"Ah, what a pity, this pair looks good."

"Yes, it's not expensive, but it's harder to find. The workmanship was too exquisite in the 1950s and 1960s.

The cabbage is put on her, her hair has grown a lot, half of which covers her earlobe, and half of which reveals her earrings. As soon as I stand up, the skirt hangs obediently on my ankles, curling up and shining brightly.

She got in to pick up her car and drove for a little over an hour before reaching the outskirts of Xicheng.

When I got off the car, Xiaoyuan was amazed.

In the small two-story villa in the center of the lake, the starry sky is hidden in the lake, and the sky is the same.

The wooden planks are paved into a small bridge, and the railings are surrounded by small lights and daisy flowers, like a fairy tale.

Xiaoyuan unknowingly walked to the door of the villa with a smile, such a house turned out to be a private kitchen restaurant.

There was a handsome young boy who was said to be the son of the shopkeeper. He led her around the house and went to the back door. You could see a large beautiful cherry blossom tree, crowded and crowded, quietly. Falling slowly.

As soon as she walked in, Wei Zhuang was already waiting for her. She is the only one.

Turns out it was just to accompany her to dinner.

They eat Huaiyang cuisine. This is also the first time Xiaoyuan has eaten Huaiyang cuisine.

The chef has served several dishes. The famous dishes are basically available, such as crab noodle lion head, Fuchun chicken, eight-treasure duck, Biluobai shrimp, boiled dried shreds, and a braised silver carp head.

When the chef served the dishes, he also introduced Huaiyang dishes for a while, Balabala, a lot of Huaiyang dishes, the characteristics of a lot of Huaiyang dishes, the selection of ingredients is strict, the knives are emphasized, the heat is emphasized, and they are good at stewing stuffy. Peaceful.

Xiaoyuan looked at Weizhuang with the tail of his eyes as he listened.

I was surprised. In her impression, Wei Zhuang was a person who likes to be clean. She actually allowed people to say so much at the dinner table. She did not object, and Xiaoyuan would naturally not be able to say anything.

After waiting for a while, the head chef finally went down, and she sighed in secret, finally she could eat.

"Are you used to eating?" Wei Zhuang sat beside her, swallowed a sip of the soup, and asked her.

Xiaoyuan nodded, "Yes," after thinking about it, he added, "I haven't eaten Huaiyang dishes before, thank you Mr. Wei."

As soon as the voice fell, she paused. A ridiculous thought flashed in her mind, maybe she knew she hadn't eaten it before, so the master just spent a lot of time introducing the characteristics of Huaiyang cuisine, right?

is it possible?

If possible, it's... very considerate.

"where are you from?"

The boss has a lot of questions tonight.

Xiaoyuan sighed, and answered honestly, "I lived in the mountain city for several years as a child."

Her taste is spicy and loves hot pot. Unlike Xiang Zhishi, her brother grew up in Shencheng and is used to eating local dishes. She guessed that Wei Zhuang would also prefer Jiangnan cuisine.

"Yeah." Wei Zhuang's tail sound rose slightly, not knowing if it was Xiaoyuan's illusion, I felt that the word "um" was a bit unexpected in it.

"Here you can also order spicy dishes." Wei Zhuang said, "there is another master who will cook it."

"Oh, no need, enough to eat," Xiaoyuan hurriedly said, "I'm not picky eaters." She is really not picky eaters, some food is good.

The interior is a glass wall, from here you can enjoy the lake view. The sky had dimmed, and warm yellow lights were shining on the fence by the lake.

For a while, Xiaoyuan was in a trance, overlapping with the memory scene.

On the night after school that countless number of times, she stepped on the dim street lamp to go home. The whole floor was filled with the aroma of all kinds of food, only the small window of her house was black.

It doesn’t make any difference whether she enters the house or not. Either the mother did not go home, or she would give her a little money to go out to buy food. She often sits at the entrance of the corridor, gurgling in her stomach, and when she is too hungry, Go into the house to drink water, or scoop half a bowl of cold rice.

She is really not picky eaters and eats everything.

The braised silver carp head in front of me has no bones. I scoop a spoonful of fish meat with soup, stalagmites, ham slices, and mushrooms. It is delicious and delicious. Xiaoyuan likes this dish the most.

"Eat the eye sockets and lips." Wei Zhuang said suddenly.

Xiaoyuan was startled again, and did the same. With two chopsticks, the soup was thick and the entrance was smooth and tender.

This should be the best part of fish.

After eating good things, she was naturally happy. She turned her face and smiled at Wei Zhuang naturally, and met her gaze.

Xiaoyuan couldn't move her eyes for a while, she only felt that the woman's eyes were quiet, she couldn't figure out what she was thinking, and she didn't know why she was so gentle to herself.

Yes, when they didn’t sign the contract, when they talked for the first time, she was kind to herself. Maybe it was indifferent, not too cold, but a kind of non-objectionable indifference. Maybe Wei Zhuang’s character is just that. In this way, all things are indifferent to all people, and being gentle with herself is a manifestation of her self-cultivation.

If you get along in this way, occasionally see the last time twice, eat and eat, then six months will pass quickly.

in case…

A little picture flashed in Xiaoyuan's mind, and for some reason, the skin around her neck seemed to be itchy. She lowered her eyes and stopped visiting Wei Zhuang to eat silently.

After eating the "big boiled dried silk" dish, Xiao Yuan took his chopsticks and moved it in the bowl. This fragrant dried tofu skin was cut as thin as hair. She exclaimed in her heart and studied it for a while, which was quite interesting.

Xiaoyuan had a very full meal for this meal. Weizhuang ordered too many dishes. Her appetite was not large. Xiaoyuan didn't like wasting, so she could only eat as much as possible. In the end, she couldn't eat anymore, so she had to put down her chopsticks, and she was worried that the zipper of the skirt would be broken.

She didn't look at the time and didn't know how long the meal had been. It was just that the night outside was getting thicker, and the sky seemed to be darker.

It should be time to leave, she stood up and glanced at Wei Zhuang.

"Wait," she said.

The head chef is naturally going out to see off the guests, and Wei Zhuang also stood up. She is wearing an ink-colored silk long-sleeved shirt jacket today. She is not so formal, pinched at the waist, with asymmetrical double breasted design, a little skirt, and nine-point wide legs in the same color. The trousers, looking over, are a little more slender and graceful than usual, and a little less cold.

Xiaoyuan looked at her quietly, not paying attention to what she said to the chef.

I saw the head chef smile and said, "Okay, Mr. Wei, wait a minute."

Before long, someone took a chopping board, a kitchen knife, and a piece of tofu white as a jade, lying quietly in the water.

The chef rolled up his sleeves, wet a knife, and picked up the tofu in the water. Smiling, Yinyin and Xiaoyuan explained: "Vensi tofu began in the Qing Dynasty. It is said that it has a history of more than 300 years. It was owned by the Wensi monk at Tianning Temple in Yangzhou. Chuang, so it was named'Vance Tofu'."

They have finished their meal, so naturally they don't need to cook this dish anymore, so they just perform knife skills?

Xiaoyuan blinked and couldn't help but glanced at Weizhuang again.

"The choice of tofu is water tofu, and when cutting it, we use the shaking knife method, and the shaking knife method is used to slice it," he said, he began to cut it.

Xiaoyuan couldn't help but widen her eyes, staring at her for an instant. Under the light, her long eyelashes are like a pair of quiet moth wings, holding her breath and perching well under her eyelids. The occasional colored glaze is still eye-catching.

Wei Zhuang's gaze was cast over, staring at her, the corner of his eyes bends a little, a faint arc that he didn't notice.

The tofu could not be more obedient under the chef's knife. He let him cut into pickles and then into filaments. It was almost impossible to see the gap. For a moment, he thought the master was chopping tofu.

All in one go.

Finally, he straightened the knife and put the tofu in the clear water. The chopsticks stirred slightly, and the tofu strands unfolded, like dancing silk swaying in the water waves.

"Wow." Xiaoyuan muzzled silently.

The head chef handed her a chopstick, "Miss, please."

Xiaoyuan took it, holding her breath and gently picking it up, unexpectedly picking up a single tofu thread. She wowed again, which was an eye-opener and satisfied her curiosity.

When I left, I walked through the back door. Wei Zhuang walked in front, Xiao Yuan was behind her, and there was no talk between the two.

Xiaoyuan found it difficult to find a topic with her, so she stopped talking. Wei Zhuang asked her what she could answer, and felt that silence was also good.

Walking out the door, passing under the cherry tree, Wei Zhuang's voice came, "Are you going to be filming tomorrow?"

The lamp under the eaves of the villa shone, and the light and shadow were sparse, coating the quietly falling cherry blossom petals with a warm light, and some lightly hit Xiaoyuan’s face and hair, her heart beat, as if her neck was also As if scratched by the tender petals.

"Yes, there are a lot of scenes. Tomorrow will be the crew's'fan visit day'."

In fact, there is no "very much", the director still asked her to continue thinking about the scene, and she only had a few cutscene scenes. Fans who are visiting the class are also male and female, and those two are in charge of traffic.

Wei Zhuang's high-heeled shoes stepped on the wooden bridge and made a faint noise, and she gave a faint "um" sound.

Xiaoyuan secretly glanced at Wei Zhuang, with a guilty conscience of "cannibalism".

Is she angry?

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