While chatting, the waiter came over and put down new chopsticks and napkins for the producer.
The producer was about to start eating, but when he saw the dishes on the round table in front of him, he became furious: "Didn't I tell you not to order preserved eggs and scrambled eggs? Who ordered these two dishes for me!"
Suzuki Sonoko was startled by him: "You just ordered it. Don't be so angry, right? Maybe the waiter misheard and thought you specifically wanted these two dishes."
The producer came back to his senses and remembered that there were guests on the table, so he could only soften his expression: "I'm not looking for trouble, it's just that I'm allergic to eggs - something like this full of eggs makes me feel sick when I see it."
As he spoke, he smoothed things over for himself and greeted the guests: "Eat, eat, don't be polite - who is that, Miss Xiaolan, what do you want to eat? I'll pick it up for you."
"..."
A stool clattered down between him and Mao Lilan. Conan squeezed in and took a seat, saying politely: "Then help me with the curry rice."
Jiang Xia flipped through the menu: "Fish-flavored shredded pork."
"Haha, you know your stuff!" The producer first praised Jiang Xia without saying anything, and then turned around and patted Conan's head, "Kid, this is a Chinese restaurant. It only has Chinese food, but there is no curry rice like you want.
Brother Detective, let’s choose another one.”
"But I just want to eat curry rice." Conan began to yell, "This store doesn't even have curry rice. It's so boring. Let's go back!"
"..." Vodka on the second floor listened to this from a distance and couldn't help but nod secretly: After a long time, since they met, this is the most pleasing time he has seen this kid - hurry up and take Uzo next to you
Get out of here! Walk as far as you can, wait until I leave and come back!
I was secretly cheering for Conan in my heart, when, with a bang, Conan's voice suddenly stopped.
Suzuki Sonoko faintly retracted her fist and said to the waiter on the side: "Ignore him, just give him a plate of steamed dumplings. This kid is easy to feed."
"..."
Conan was brutally suppressed.
Vodka sat back disappointed.
"How many minions are there around this guy Uzo?...Only the kind-hearted girl with long black hair still retains a little bit of human warmth. Alas, I don't know if her kind heart can still survive if this continues.
How long can Uzo stay by his side?"
…
Xiaolongbao is a popular item in the store, and they are already steamed.
After hearing their orders, the waiter brought a basket over on the spot.
Conan: "..."
"Forget it, anyway, when an actor wants to sign a contract, and this kind of contract involves a large amount of money and Xiaolan's future path, Aunt Yingli will definitely read it in person. She probably won't let Xiaolan go and shoot any intimate scenes in the movie.
Conan sighed tiredly and muttered in his mind, "That's it for now, let's eat the buns first."
While taking out a steaming steamed bun, he turned around to look for dipping sauce.
Soon, Conan saw the small bottle placed in front of Jiang Xia. He reached out and turned the round table, intending to turn the dipping sauce over.
This dining table leaves ample dining space for guests, and the rotating disc in the middle is correspondingly far away.
Conan stretched out his arms and turned the disk with great effort. Just as he was about to get the dipping sauce, someone suddenly made a stroke.
The disc slowly turned back again, and the dipping sauce returned to Jiang Xia again.
Conan: "...?"
The people at the table were lively, chatting about their own things, and occasionally turning the round table to pick up food. It was normal for the thing to move. Conan sighed, and had no choice but to reach out again and pull the dipping saucer to the place facing him.
Just as I was about to get it, the table turned back to its original place.
Conan: "..."
What's going on?
Is there a spring under the disc?
Just as he was looking at this strange table as if he had seen a ghost, a hand reached out from the side - the neighbor with keen observation noticed his predicament, and at this time he raised his hand like stepping on a colorful auspicious cloud and dipped it into the table.
The materials were handed over to him.
"It's good to have long arms..." Conan quickly leaned forward to take it, sighing in his heart, "Speaking of which, my arms used to be this long, but now...the hateful black organization, the hateful gin and vodka, sooner or later one day
, I will make you pay for your atrocities!"
Grudges must be remembered, and food must be eaten.
After getting the dipping sauce, Conan started looking for chili oil again. This time he took a quick look and found that the chili oil was right opposite the screenwriter.
Conan stretched out his hand to turn the disk, and when the chili oil was turned in front of him, he reached out with lightning speed...and then missed the opportunity - the table changed back to its original state.
"..."
Conan's eyes twitched, and he stretched out his hand again in disbelief... This time, Mao Lilan noticed the chili oil that passed in front of her twice and retreated twice. She raised her hand lightly and quickly, grabbed the passing vial,
Passed it to Conan: "Here, you want to use this."
"Well, thank you, Sister Xiaolan." Conan took the pepper bottle tiredly, and finally got to eat with the help of his two childhood sweethearts.
He mixed the dipping sauce and gnawed on the bun in a depressed mood under the twisted gaze of Vodka who was holding back his sneeze.
After taking a few bites, a small cart was pushed by the waiter and stopped behind the director and Jiang Xia.
——The Peking Roast Duck is here.
"The big dish is here!" The producer looked at the sizzling roast duck and was in a good mood. "The roast duck in this store is the best on the street. Everyone is open to eating. There is not enough."
Although the duck was good, it had been eaten many times, and the producer's attention quickly shifted to Mao Lilan.
——Although there is Conan in the middle, the little man is sitting on the seat, which is not much higher than the pillow, and it does not affect the communication between him and Hao Miaozi at all.
The producer invited Mao Lilan to chat and offered a more specific bait: "Speaking of which, do you have any favorite female stars?"
"What female celebrity do you like?" This question made Mao Lilan think of a thick book of autographs and the lives behind those signatures that either fell silent or disappeared.
Thinking about those blooming lives that either passed away or went astray, she felt a little depressed. However, as a good person who didn't like to displease others, Mao Lilan quickly adjusted her mood. She started from her huge
Picking out the two top candidates among the star-chasing goals: "There are two people I admire the most - one of them is Fujimine Yukiko, I have liked her very much since I was a child."
Producer: "..."
He originally planned to find whomever Mao Lilan would talk to, so that the innocent high school girl in front of him could taste the sweetness and tempt Mao Lilan to take the bait... But who knew that this girl had quite high vision, and she talked about him right away?
Someone you can't touch even if you stand on tiptoe.
——Fujimine Yukiko was already an international movie queen at a young age. After she became famous, she quickly married a world-famous mystery novelist and retired to live in the United States... Where could he find someone?
Taking a step back, even if someone is found in a physical sense, what price will he have to pay to move him?
