"Are your classmates gathering in such a small box?"
In the afternoon, Zhang Zhong took Li Yan and the others to the hotel and found a small box for them. Li Yan looked at the small box and wondered.
"Our classmates will be in another box. This is for you and Pengpeng."
Li Yan curled her lips, "You are trying to drive us away."
"No, don't leave it alone. Our box is right next to it. The class reunion is too crowded and it's not suitable for you. If you have anything, just come to me. I can come over in a few steps."
Zhang Zhong was explaining to Li Yan when there was a knock on the door. He turned around and saw a fat man standing at the door. It was Lin Ruoshui, the general manager of Hongyun Lai.
"Mr. Zhang, you didn't even say hello to me in advance when you came, so I can make arrangements for you. Who is this?" Lin Ruoshui's face was full of flesh. If this flesh were on other people's faces, they might look a bit fierce, but Lin Ruoshui
Ruoshui seems to have a special ability, making his face look like a spring breeze with his smile.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "This is my sister. We are just here for a meal. There is no need to alarm you, Manager Lin."
"Hi, Mr. Zhang, you're welcome. I am here to serve the guests, and you are a distinguished guest, so of course I cannot neglect you." Lin Ruoshui glanced inside the box and asked, "Didn't Teacher Shen come with you?
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Zhang Zhong knew that Lin Ruoshui's active participation was definitely not for his own sake. He smiled and said, "Teacher Shen has been a little busy recently, and I haven't contacted him for a long time."
He said this casually, but Lin Ruoshui showed a look of realization, "Oh, I know, I know, I won't tell others."
Lin Ruoshui's reaction was really weird. What did he know?
In fact, if Zhang Zhong had paid attention to the Internet recently, he would have understood why Lin Ruoshui had such a reaction.
Shen Jian has been on the Spring Festival Gala for several consecutive years, and in the past two years, every time the Spring Festival comes, netizens will discuss whether Shen Jian will continue to attend the Spring Festival Gala.
In recent days, there has been a lot of discussion about this matter, but the Spring Festival Gala is very tight on information. It is already the 26th of the twelfth lunar month and no accurate information has been revealed.
So Zhang Zhong said that Shen Jian was very busy at this time, and Lin Ruoshui unconsciously started thinking in this direction.
When Lin Ruoshui left, he was in a very good mood. His huge body could actually touch the ground with his toes.
After Lin Ruoshui left, Li Yan asked curiously, "You actually know the general manager of Hongyun Lai? Who is Teacher Shen he was talking about?"
"A friend, we had dinner together before, and he is quite familiar with Manager Lin."
Although Li Yan was a little confused about why Zhang Zhong had such a friend, she did not continue to ask. Instead, she complained a little about the arrangement of the box, "It's not a waste for you to have a separate box like this."
"What's a waste of eating? Should I order the food for you, or should you order it yourself?"
"Let's order it ourselves."
Zhang Zhong looked at his phone again. It was still early, so he said to Li Yan, "It's still early. I'll sit here with you for a while."
"Dad, I want to eat cake. My sister took me to eat it when I came here last time."
"Sister, what sister?" Li Yan asked hurriedly.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "The manager of the hotel."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out. As expected, the manager from last time was still waiting outside the door. Zhang Zhong nodded to her and said, "Pengpeng, she wants to eat the cake she had last time. Please order it for her."
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"Well, okay, please wait a moment."
Zhang Zhong only said that Pengpeng wanted to eat cake, but the hotel paid three yuan for it, and the three of them had one piece each.
No wonder Pengpeng loves to eat it. It’s just the simplest Nagasaki honey cake, but as soon as you eat it, you can feel the pastry chef’s care and the exquisite ingredients.
"Auntie, let me just say the cakes here are delicious."
Li Yan touched Pengpeng's head and smiled, "Yeah, our Pengpeng can still be gourmets in the future."
Gourmets...most people who want to be gourmets eventually become foodies, and they are not the kind who just eat without gaining weight.
Zhang Zhong's views on food have changed. There was a time when he believed that food only satisfied the most basic needs of human beings and the lowest desires.
But later his views changed. At some point, food no longer carries only survival, but also contains many other things. In China, food carries nostalgia, family, love and friendship.
When he comes back from the earth and eats the food cooked by his mother again, the memory of taste will pop up by itself, touching his heart and making him feel deeply.
Perhaps when Pengpeng grows up and eats Nagasaki honey cake again, she will remember that her father and aunt were with her on such an afternoon.
At that time, this little piece of cake will have a different meaning.
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After staying with Pengpeng and the others for a while, it was already around five o'clock. He was about to go there when Song Xiang called.
"Where are you? Our party is about to start."
Zhang Zhong pushed open the door of the box and looked towards the box where they were gathering. Song Xiang was standing at the door of the box. Zhang Zhong smiled and hung up the phone without answering.
"What the hell, hang up on me?" Song Xiang muttered as he looked at the phone that was making a blind tone.
After saying that, he was about to call again when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned around and saw Zhang Zhong standing in front of him with a smile on his face.
Song Xiang was stunned for a moment.
Of course he could recognize Zhang Zhong, because this guy didn't seem to have changed at all, his face was exactly the same as when he was in college.
After so many years, although most of the classmates are not thirty, they have all changed a lot, and time seems to have stopped on Zhang Zhong's face.
Is there such a benefit to being in a vegetative state?
"Why, you can't recognize me?" Zhang Zhong looked at Song Xiang's surprised face and joked.
Song Xiang reacted immediately and punched Zhang Zhong in the chest, "I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes, but how did you come from behind?"
"I've just been here for a while, walking around." Zhang Zhong pursed his lips toward the box, "How many people are here?"
"With you, twenty-six, and a few more on the way."
"So many people?"
"Hey, you're all here with your family. You'll know when you get in." Song Xiang said and pulled Zhang Zhong into the box.
After the two of them entered the box, the classmates who were chatting suddenly stopped when they saw him. They didn't know who started it, but they actually clapped.
"Zhang Zhong, why are you here? Come and sit." Yu Jun waved to Zhang Zhong.
Zhang Zhong waved to everyone and took a quick look. Sure enough, as Song Xiang said, there were many new faces. He also saw a few children, but they were all relatively small. If Pengpeng was here, he should belong to the eldest sister.